I had eaten an early dinner, so we had agreed that we would just have dessert tonight. Deuce went into the kitchen and returned with brownies and ice cream on top. I had told him earlier that I had a taste for brownie a la mode. I had almost called it a craving, but I was thankful that I caught myself before I slipped up.
He had made my favorite brownies, turtle caramel.
“Ohhh, they’re still warm.”
“Yep, just the way that you like it.”
“Look at you trying to get into my good graces.”
He laughed. “I’m just trying to make my baby happy.”
“You sure you’re not trying to get in these panties?”
“Nope. I will get back in those in time. Trust me, there’s only so long that you can go without letting me put this good dick on you. Before you know it, you’ll be out there salivating in the streets and pulling your hair out, begging for someone to help you find that cop with the good dick.”
I choked on a bite of brownie as I laughed at his foolishness. He rushed to my side and patted me gently on the back before he returned to his side of the table.
“The cop with the good dick, huh? Well, it is good dick, and it is the best that I ever had. But I doubt that I’ll be going that far. I’ll simply pick up the phone and tell you to come through and make a booty call.”
“Damn. That’s all I am to you now?” he asked, pretending to be offended as he pressed his hand against his chest.
I laughed again. Now that the truth was out between us, Deuce had relaxed a lot. I never realized how tense he was, holding that secret inside all that time. It had to be a great weight off his shoulders.
I, on the other hand, was about to explode with my secret. I prayed that he wouldn’t be angry when I told him. We finished our dessert, and Deuce headed to the kitchen to rinse our plates before he placed them in the dishwasher.
He met me in the living room where I had already sat on the stool in front of a canvas.
“How did you know that was your seat? Look at you running up in the place like you own it,” he stated, teasingly.
“I do.”
“All right now. Don’t have me running to that hotel packing your bags up.”
“It’s coming, baby. I promise.”
“A queen has to claim her throne before the people thinks that she has abdicated it, and they find themselves another queen.”
I paused in mixing my paints and frowned at him. “Excuse me?”
Shrugging, he replied, “I’m just saying. I saw GiGi the other day at Frost’s house, and she was still applying and requesting a performance interview.”
I shook my head. “You’re really gonna have me kicking that old lady’s ass if you don’t chill out, Deuce.”
“I don’t know, baby. I think she can take you. She’s got some hands on her. Have you seen them?”
“Big ass hands got her looking like she was a dude in another lifetime,” I muttered.
Deuce spit out the champagne that he had been drinking. “A’ight, chill with that.” He laughed.
“You chill. Don’t come flaunting big panties in my face, and we won’t have any issues. Talking about those are thongs, and they look like shower curtains.”
“You’re not drinking your champagne. You good?” he asked, chuckling.
“Yeah. I’ve got a little headache. That’s not going to help at all,” I lied, bobbing my head at the glass of champagne he had poured for me.
“I can take you back to the hotel if you want, or you can go back there and lay down in your bedroom.”
“No, I’ll be fine. I’ve been looking forward to this date night, and I know that you have too.”
