“Ma, you want something from the mall? Me and Layloni going shopping and out to eat.”
This time, Layloni took the pancakes off the stove and turned around and looked at me with pure shock. I didn’t know no other way than to show her with actions on how much I liked her and wanted her around me.
“King, thanks for the gesture. I still need to go home, get clothes, then stop by the shop and check on things.” She pursed her lips, her eyebrows bunched together.
“I know. I’m going to take you.” I assured her.
I didn’t know why I couldn’t just tell her I wanted to spend the day with her. Shit, if it was left up to me, I would spend the rest of the week with her. After the sleep I got and the peace of mind I captured with her next to me. I wanted to keep her glued to my fucking hip. Layloni had become an independent woman. I respected her for that, so I had no plans on pressing her or trying to change her daily routine of what she was used to.
I wanted to take my time exploring these newfound feelings. I also wanted to figure out why I was so crazy over her. Even when I wasn’t around or talking to her, I could still feel that magnetic pull between us.
Clearing all my thoughts, I backed out the kitchen to shower and enjoy this full day with Layloni. Today would show me if she was really made for me or not.
Layloni and I sat on my living room floor cracking crab legs and having a good conversation. She really had me on some mushy shit, but I liked it. Earlier today, it felt like I was on a tour of her day-to-day life. I had to tip my hat to her after being with her at her salon.
She had a good team of women working for her. They kept shit professional, and her shop ran smooth the entire day. Seeing Layloni in her element turned me the fuck on. I spared no expense when I took her shopping. We only had one disagreement today when she tried insulting me by pulling out her debit card to pay for her shit. I really couldn’t fault her for the gesture when she dated a lame ass nigga before me. Layloni wasn’t even used to a man buying her shit or catering to her. She thanked me over and over until I made her stop thanking me. This was some shit I was supposed to do, I didn’t expect a thank you.
Layloni went in boutique stores and tried to bargain shop. I let her do her thing and when she was done pussy footing around, I took her to show her how the fuck it was done. I made her pretty thick ass model for me, I picked out lingerie that I wanted to see her in then we went to pick up some food to take back to my crib.
I watched her crack her crab legs like she was a professional. No scissors or special utensils, just her teeth and her hands. Sauce dripped down her pretty manicured hands; I loved a woman that wasn’t afraid to throw down in front of me. She sat comfortable with her sports bra and leggings with some girly fuzzy socks on. When she was done eating, she got up and took both of our seafood bags and disposed of them.
When she came back into the living room area, she picked up the towels that we placed under ourselves to eat with. After she cleaned our areas thoroughly, we retreated to my master suite. I ran her a bubble bath and told her to soak while I prepared to give her a hot oil massage in my room.
I knew I was doing boyfriend-type shit, and truthfully, that confused the hell out of me. I couldn’t help it when it came to Layloni though. Something about her made me move different without even thinking about it.
Part of me wanted her to know I liked her. Not just a little either… I liked her a lot.
But liking her and being ready to be her man were two different things.
My trust in people had been low for a long time. There were things I dealt with every day that I still hadn’t figured out how to get past. Battles in my head that never really went away. Because of that, I didn’t know if I had it in me to be the kind of man I knew Layloni deserved.
All I knew for sure was that the thought of seeing Layloni with another nigga didn’t sit right with me at all.
That shit twisted something in my chest.
It didn’t make sense either. I knew I was contradicting myself. Wanting her close but not fully stepping up. Truth was, I didn’t know shit about pleasing a woman emotionally. That wasn’t something I never learned.
Hell… I never really had a real girlfriend before.
But Layloni?
She was different.
I still remembered the first day I saw her at that diner like it had just happened yesterday. Something about her that day caught my attention immediately. When I looked into her eyes I felt a connection that was hard to turn away from.
After that first interaction with her, we kept crossing paths. I started to feel like this shit with her and I was destined.
Maybe I should’ve left Layloni alone and stayed focused on Prince.
That’s what my attention should’ve been on.
Because if something ever happened to Layloni because of the life I lived… I knew I’d never forgive myself for it.
Shaking the heavy thoughts from my head, I glanced down at my phone. I had three missed calls from one of the women I entertained, Estelle.
She was forty years old, fine in her own grown woman way, and well established. The type of woman who had her life together and liked to enjoy herself when the work week was over. We kicked shit on the weekends and randomly during the weekday whenever time permitted.
Estelle wasn’t needy. She didn’t ask too many questions or get in my business the way I preferred it to be. She was a cold freak with no limitations in the bedroom, that’s what kept me going back every time.
