Chapter 19
Dominique ‘Dolo’ Shaw
TULUM, MEXICO
Istood at the bathroom door, watching Riot like a creep, as she stood in the mirror, applying an oil shimmer to her arms. Her arms and chest area was exposed in her dress. She was fully dressed and didn’t have a clue that I was standing at the door frame watching her because she was too busy looking at herself in the mirror, probably taking in how good she looked tonight. Riot was already a naturally beautiful girl, and that’s with her not having to try to look beautiful. Tonight, she actually put the work in, and tried, and I can assure you that with the hundreds of women that were going to be in attendance tonight, she was still going to look ten times better than all of them.
Riot wasn’t into make-up, and all that girly shit, but she told me earlier that she wished she knew how to do make-up, so that she could do a little something to her face tonight because she knew that all the other women were going to be dolled up and have it. Anything this girl told me she wanted, I would find a way to make it happen, so when she told me that, I had her reach out to her cousin Ari, telling her to ask Ari if she could find someone on social media from Mexico that could come to the resort, and do Riot’s make up for her. Money talked because Ari found someone quickly, and I reached out to her, promising the moneythat I would give her since this was last minute. She came over a couple of hours ago to do a light beat for Riot, and that shit looked good. It blended so well.
Riot’s mom was able to style her hair before we left. Her hair was straight, down her back, with a middle part, and with that dress that she had on, all you could really do was stand back, and admire her. Somewhere along the way, she finally saw me standing here, so she looked at me through the mirror, and she smiled.
“How long you been standing there, watching me?” she wanted to know.
“Not that long. You look beautiful,” I told her, walking in the bathroom, holding a big, square shaped jewelry box in my hands.
“Thank you,” she was happy when she said it.
“I got something for you. It’ll compliment your dress. I got this for you just as a means to say thank you. I like what your bringing to the business. I feel like you were that missing piece that the organization needed. That, and because this motha fucka is pretty, and I figured that it’ll look good on you. Hold your hair up,” I said, standing behind her, and I sat the box down on the counter.
She reached both her hands back, so that she could hold her long hair up, moving it out the way.
I went inside the box, pulling out a beautiful tennis necklace. It was the kind of necklace that you would see on a woman, and like it because of how classy it was. It wasn’t loud, but you could easily smell the money on it. It was a simple piece, but even as I pulled it out, the diamonds were jumping all around in my hands.
Riot looked down at it, and she gasped, not being able to hide her reaction to how nice the necklace was. I went ahead, and I placed it around her slender neck, snapping it in place, and onceit was on, she dropped her hair on her right shoulder, letting it linger there, so that she could take herself in, and see how good she looked dripping in the diamonds. She had diamonds in her ears that I’d gotten for her, a single tennis bracelet on her wrist that was dripping in diamonds too, and now the tennis necklace around her neck. She looked classy and rich. That’s the way I wanted her to look when she was with me.
“I like it, Dolo. It’s nice,” she said in appreciation, looking down at it. Since I was behind her, I placed multiple kisses on her exposed back, just taking us in, loving how good we looked tonight.
It wasn’t every day that I dressed up like this. I think the last time that I wore a tux was a few years ago when my parents renewed their vows. Octavio said to wear a tux, and for us to be clean, so that’s exactly what I did. My tux was from Givenchy, and it was tailored to fit me properly. It was a slim fit, but it wasn’t tight to the point that my dick couldn’t breathe. I looked and smelled like money. I had a fresh line up and cut. A fat ass Cuban link chain was around my neck, and I had the bracelet to match. I wore my Prada frames, so that I could see, and with my arms wrapped around Riot’s small waist, I leaned my head into the crook of her neck, coming closer to her, getting a better view of her.
“You look so handsome,” she looked up at me in the mirror to let me know.
“That’s probably the nicest shit your mean ass ever told me,” I blurted, and she laughed.
She knew it was true, and that’s why she laughed. That mean shit didn’t bother me though. I could handle it.
I kissed Riot on her exposed neck and shoulder, and then I pulled away from her because I knew that she needed to finish getting ready. I stepped out into the bedroom, where it was squeaky clean. We didn’t have our luggage’s and shit inthe middle of the bedroom. Riot didn’t have clothes all over the place, or none of the things that I knew a woman was capable of. I have niggas that have lived with women, telling me how messy women could be, and that’s some shit that I was afraid of, which is why I never lived with a woman before. Well, that and because I never got that far with a woman for that to happen.
Riot wasn’t messy though. She was neat just as I was. We got through our first night sleeping in the bed with each other, and that was cool. We didn’t even fuck, or nothing. We got in late last night. We barely got the chance to explore this beautiful resort. Riot talked all this shit on the ride to the resort, saying how she wanted to explore, but the second we got in the room, she showered, got in bed, saying that she was going to wait for me to shower, so we could explore, but by the time I came out, she was knocked out.
I thought that she would be scared on the flight over, since this was her first time flying. I mean, she did start off a little nervous, but once we were up, she was cool. I remember her telling me that she liked to read, so the whole flight, she pulled out a book and read. Not a romance novel or no shit like that, either. She was reading a book about investing and building wealth. I’m talking, the whole time we were in the air, she was locked in with that book.
Most of MBM was here in Mexico. Mook didn’t come. I don’t know what that nigga had going on, but when I told him about it, he said that he already had plans for this weekend and didn’t want to come with the rest of us. Ever since I had to knock the nigga out, I felt like we just never got it back right. Then, shit really got weird with us that night I was out of town, and him and Riot got into it. Riot hated that nigga. She made sure she let me know that every chance she got.
Riot eventually finished up in the bathroom, and she came and joined me in the room. Her Christian Louboutin heels weresitting at the foot of the bed, still in the box. I purchased the heels for her. It was one of those pointed toe heels, but the heel wasn’t too high because Riot didn’t know how to walk in them. She was able to sit down on the bed and easily slip them on. She stood up once she finished.
“I’m not used to this. Give me sneakers any day,” she let out, and I laughed.
“I like you in sneakers. You gotta get a little sexy from time to time and throw some heels on. You look good. You smell good. You ready?” I asked her, and she assured me that she was.
I made sure that I had the key to the room, along with my phone. Riot had a small clutch, that probably only held her phone because she didn’t need shit but her brain when she came with me. Not a debit card, cash, none of that shit.
I walked over to the door, opening it for us, and we walked out together. We went over to the elevators, where we took it down to the lobby. Outside of the lobby, there were about seven sprinters that were parked out front of the resort, each having a driver standing in front of it, and most of MBM was here. You could smell the good weed that these niggas were smoking. They were all dressed up in black suits, all looking sharp.
Riot was the only woman amongst all these niggas. I couldn’t bring everybody that moved weight for me to this event because it was going to be damn near impossible. Don’t get me wrong, everyone’s position that worked for me was important, but mainly the higher ups had come on this trip with me.
“That’s everybody?” I asked, walking up on Kendrick and my brother Diego. I slapped hands with both of them.
“Yeah. We ready to roll. You look good, nigga,” Kendrick complimented me, and I did the same, complimenting him and my brother.
