“It ain’t shit to get you a same day passport. Smoke a blunt or take a couple of shots before the flight. It’ll help to ease your nerves. That was Octavio that just called me. My supplier in Mexico. His birthday is next weekend. He’s turning 75. He wants the whole MBM to come. He’s been hearing shit about you, so he specifically asked for you. That nigga gone fuck around and kill my black ass if I don’t show up with you. Come with me,” I was damn near begging. One, I knew he wanted her there, and two, shit, I wanted her to come too.
Riot loved this shit. The fact that I was damn near begging, she got a kick out of it, so she started smiling. She put her tablet to her side, and she stepped closer to me, getting all in my face.
“At least in death I don’t have to worry about them hoes having you,” she blurted, and I smiled because I loved crazy shit like that.
“If I died today, they would have to backer act your ass. You’ll lose your mind if something happens to daddy. Don’t no hoe got me. Even with you trying to beef with me, I’m still standing beside you. I wanna be wherever you’re at,” I said, and like it was bullshit, she rolled her eyes.
“Ima take you shopping when we finish. You gotta dress up nicely for this party. Gotta put the jeans up baby, and put on a dress and heels,” I responded with a smile on my face.
She walked away from me for good this time, but I noticed that her ass never told me no. She was going to be right there in Mexico with me.
Hours Later
“I can barely breathe in this dress, Dominique. Tell her to bring me a bigger size. I can’t even get it to zip,” Riot said to me from the fitting room.
I was sitting right outside the fitting room, with my phone in my hands, looking at resorts for Mexico, seeing where I wanted to stay for next weekend. Riot got my attention when she called my name, so I stood up, pulled up my jeans that had fallen off my waist, and I walked over to the fitting room door.
We were at his high-end dress boutique in Miami. It was a spot that Riot told me that Ari told her to go. I looked through dresses with Riot, and the saleslady, and they had dresses in here that ran a couple of racks, or more. The dresses were sexy though, and looked to be of good quality, so I guess it would be worth the price. Riot was being difficult as fuck, acting like she didn’t see any of the dresses that she liked. The sales lady showed her so many beautiful black gowns, but she kept saying that everything looked too seductive, and it wasn’t her style of dressing. It was understandable, plus I didn’t want her to be too outside of her comfort zone, so I took shit a little easy with her.
“Let me see. Open the door,” I said, knocking on the door.
It took a few seconds, but she unlocked it, turned the knob, and I saw that she had the gown on. I’ve never seen Riot in anything outside of jeans, sweats, and shorts, so to see her now with a dress on, even though the dress wasn’t fully on, my jaw was damn near to the floor.
I could only imagine how it was going to all come together once her hair was fixed up, jewelry was added, and she put on some heels. Riot didn’t want to pick a dress that showed a lot of skin, but she went with something that was just as bold. It was along, black gown, and I had to walk closer to her, so that I could fully zip it up. Now that the dress was zipped, you could see how snug it fit, showing off her tiny waist, small hips that had a little spread to it, and even her ass was poking a little bit. It was a strapless gown, with an off-the- shoulder neckline. The back was bare, completely exposing her slim back. She was in a size 0, and it fit her perfectly.
“What you mean you need to size up? Baby, this shit fits you perfectly. It’s supposed to be snug like that. Come out, so you can see how you look in the mirror,” I replied, moving out of the way, so that she could step out.
She came, and there was a stool that was in front of the floor-length mirror, so you could get the full view. I lifted her up, placed her on top of the stool, and she admired herself in the mirror. Her long, curly hair was hanging, so she pulled it up really quick, just throwing it in a messy bun, while I stood off to the side, just admiring how beautiful she looked. The sales lady came over, and she started squealing over how beautiful Riot looked in the dress.
“Girl, I would sell my soul to have your waist. That dress fits you so beautifully. My God!” her reaction was valid, as she came over, and admired Riot.
Riot probably wouldn’t say the shit out loud, but I knew she liked the dress. She wouldn’t stop looking in the mirror.
“Please tell me this is the one you’re going to get,” the saleslady said. Riot took her eyes off the woman, and she looked at me. It’s as if she was trying to get my opinion on it.
“You look beautiful in it, baby. I say get it. It’s your world though. You can look at other choices if that’s not the one you want,” I let her know.
“I want to do this one,” she said, and the saleslady was happy, but I’m sure what really sent her over the moon was thecommission she was going to get because that dress was just under $3k.
She walked away, so that she could allow Riot to have her moment, taking herself in at the mirror.
I walked over to Riot, standing behind her, placing both my tatted hands on her flat stomach. I looked at us in the mirror, with a smile on my face, taking in how good the two of us looked together.
“Ima take you to get some red bottoms. Ice you out too. Put some big diamonds in your ear, a tennis bracelet on your wrist, and something sexy, and silver around your neck,” I let her know, and she slowly turned around, on the stool, so that she could look at me.
My hands were on her ass at this point, leveled with her, waiting to hear what it was that she was about to say.
“I’m more so concerned about what you do with my heart. I’m not worried about the red bottoms, or the jewelry. I like you, Dominique. With that being said, we’re either going to be friends, or its going to be more than that. You can’t have both. You’re not going to play with me. I opened my legs for you, nigga. No, we haven’t fuckedyet,but I let you eat from me. That’s only your story. You don’t have that shit in common with anyone else. No one has ever been as close on me as you have. Keep your hoes, and fuck them if that’s the plan, but leave me out of it. If it can’t be me, and only me, then I don’t want it. I don’t want my first relationship to start off with me sharing you with other women. I know me. I know what I can and cannot handle. It’ll get domestic if my heart gets played with,” the shit she told me was real, and I heard her. I respected it too.
“I’m not going to sit here, and sell you a dream, Riot. I like you too. I come up with excuses on why I should be around you. I’ve never been the kind of nigga to lock in when it comes to being in a relationship. I knew I had to move different when wewere on the phone the other night, and I could tell that I hurt your feelings when I told you that I’ve been doing my thing with other bitches. I’m not selfish, and I don’t want to handle your heart any kind of way, so Ima try to do this shit with you the right way. Fuck it. I’m not going to even say that I’m going to try. Your worth more than that,” I went on, and then took a quick pause.
“Anything that I do, the plan is to handle it the right way, and go about it with good intentions, so that’s what I’m going to do with you. Ima do it the right way. I don’t know what this is going to be yet but just know that I’m not about to play with you, or about you,” I let her know, and I finally got a smile out of her tough ass.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, and mine stayed on her ass. Right here in the middle of the store, like it was just us two, I tongued her down, not giving a fuck who walked over, and caught us having this intimate moment.
Chapter 18
Riot St. James
