“Hey baby,” she answered, and I could hear music, and a bunch of screaming, and laughing in her background.
“Why you declined the facetime call, baby? I want to see you,” I went on to say.
“Steel, it’s almost midnight. You may not believe in that stuff, but I do. I can’t see you until our wedding day. I don’t want to take any chances on something going bad tomorrow,” her ass said, still on that shit that she was on all week, saying that she didn’t want to see me because it was bad luck.
I didn’t believe in that shit at all. My own parents told me that they went to sleep with each other the night before their wedding, woke up the next day like it was any other normal day, and then went their separate ways, so that they could get ready for the wedding. My parents have been married for well over two decades, and the two of them were still happily in love. Even when I used them as an example to Toni, she still wasn’t trying to hear shit that I was saying.
“Damn. Not even for a second? I haven’t seen you since early this morning. You gotta know that I’m over here about to go fuckin crazy,” I let her know, and I could hear her chuckling on the other end of the phone.
“Zion, I miss you too, and I want to see you too, but baby, it’s bad luckkkkk,” she whined into the phone.
“Steel, move! You will see her tomorrow!” that was Karina’s shit talking ass that came through in the background.
Laughing, I sat here, shaking my head, but I was mature enough to wait, knowing that when I saw her walking down the aisle tomorrow, that it would all be worth it.
“Aight. I’ll wait then, baby. You good?” I asked.
“I’m fine. We just finished a mixology class. Someone came over, and she taught us how to make a couple of cocktails. It’s was cute. How is your night going? The strippers aren’t there yet? I thought that that would be taking up all your time tonight,” she talked shit, knowing damn well that I wasn’t going to be tied up with a stripper to the point that it stopped me from reaching out to her, and seeing what she was up to.
“Yeah aight. They down there. I got a few dances. Nothing too crazy. I don’t know if you went to the lady, and put something on me, but the whole time that I had them bitches in my lap, I was ready for them to get the fuck off me. In my younger years, I would have been all in, but I was so dissociated from that shit, that I eventually walked away,” I told her, and I could hear her chuckling on the other end of the phone.
“I didn’t have to go to the lady to put anything on you Steel, and you know that. That’s just what comes with being in love. I love that for me. I know that bachelor parties can get wild as hell, and a lot of times, the groom will fuck the strippers that’s there. I know the kind of man that I’m getting ready to marry tomorrow. I know that you wouldn’t do no shit like that to me, that’s why when Khari asked me if I was cool with you having strippers, I told him that I didn’t mind. You know better than to try me,” she talked shit towards the end, but I let her because I knew that the things that she was saying were the truth.
“Bae, we got about ten minutes until midnight. It’s not our wedding day yet. Step away from the girls for just five minutes. Let me see you, talk to you for a little bit, and I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the night. I promise,” I was damn near begging at this point.
I was fully expecting her ass to tell me no again, but she got quiet for a few seconds.
“Hold on,” when she said that, I started smiling, and rubbing my hands together, knowing that I’d gotten my way.
I could hear her moving around, and even her girls in the background, asking her where she was going, but she kept it short, lying to them, telling them that she was going to use the bathroom, and she would be right back. You could hear her getting further, and further away from the noise, and soon enough, her background was quiet as hell, and a facetime call started coming in from her, that I damn near broke my neck to answer.
When I saw her face, you would have thought that we’d been away from each other for years at a time, and this was my first time seeing her. I was smiling big as hell.
She sat before me with those under eye patches on, and her hair was under a Louis Vuitton scarf, so I couldn’t see the pixie right now. Plain face. There wasn’t any make-up, lip-gloss none of those things, but she was still in her prettiest state to me. A white robe that I’ve never seen her wear before is what she was snuggled up in, and just like I couldn’t contain the smile that was on my face right now, neither could she, as she stared back at me, looking at me with so much love in her eyes.
“I can’t believe you got me doing this. You look so handsome, daddy. I tell you all the time, that I can’t blame them bitches for wanting to fuck you. Look at you,” she hyped me, staring into my eyes, lusting over me.
“Shit, look at you. I gotta keep myself up. Who got you that robe? I never saw that before,” I asked, never missing anything when it came to her.
“This was one of the many gifts that the girls got for me. Look what it says in the back,” she responded, propping the phone up on the dresser, and she stepped back, turned around, and before my eyes went to what was on the back of the robe, they dropped down to her ass, watching the way that it was jiggling in the silk robe.
I allowed my eyes to stay there for a few seconds, and then I glanced up, looking at the top of the robe. It was custom, and read out, ‘Mrs. Perkins’. That shit was nice as hell.
“That’s nice. I love that baby. What you wearing under that robe?” I wanted to know, as she turned her body around, so that she could look at me. She still had the phone propped up on the dresser, so I was able to see her full body.
“A thong,” she quickly responded.
“That’s why your ass was jiggling like that when you turned around. Damn. Take the robe off for a second. Let me see,” I said.
I was one of those niggas where you could give me an inch, and I was going to take fuckin miles. I begged her to get on facetime with me, so that I could see her face, now here I was, on the verge of getting ready to beg to see ass, and titties.
“You see how quickly this conversation is going left? We down to six minutes, Steel. You asked to see my face, and I gave you that. Now you telling me to take my robe off. How did we get here?” she wanted to know, stepping closer to the dresser, and she propped her elbows up on the dresser, placing her head in her hands, looking at me, as if she was trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with me.
“Six minutes is plenty of time. It ain’t going to take but a second for you to get that robe off. Come on, baby. Let me see.You said you got fat ma waxed this afternoon. Let me see what she looking like,” I was on her ass, knowing that it wouldn’t be too long before she gave in.
When I saw her eyes go in the direction of the door, as if she was looking at it, just to see if she’d locked it, I knew that I had her ass right there. As if I needed a better view, I picked the phone up, held it closer to me, as I watched her, seeing how she went for the strings on the robe, untied it, and within seconds, that sexy body was exposed.
She slipped the robe off, tossing it on the bed behind her, and just like she told me, the only thing that she was wearing was a beige colored thong. She played fair, and slipped the thong off, without making me beg for her to remove that too. She tossed the thong on the bed as well, and she crossed her legs together, while taking her hands, folding them, and she hid them behind her back, giving me a look as if she was so fuckin innocent, when I knew that she wasn’t.
