He chuckled, his deep heavy laughter booming over the loud music. "Here we go," he muttered, once his laughter subsided.
"Yup, here we go," I replied real snooty-like. "You'll never give me a reason to trust you."
"I ain't never gave you a reason not to either. You act like a nigga done treated you so foul. It ain't fair to make another nigga pay for what was already done. It's my job to heal you, love."
"See," I pointed at him. "That's that suave, bullshit-ass, macho-man talk, that I don't like. Stop spitting game on me, Dose."
"See," he mocked me in the same tone, making his deep voice high-pitched. "I just tell you how I'm feeling." Then his tone reverted back to normal. "I ain't got shit to lie about."
"Whatever." I pursed my lips after tearing my eyes away from him and gazed out the window. "You're taking me downtown."
"Yeah, somewhere real nice. You come out here often?"
"Yeah, sort of, but not as much as I used to though."
"You like to eat, I already peeped that part about you. You'll always eat good with me, whether it's dick or food," he humored, getting a loud cackle out of me before I hit him.
"There go a smile," he removed his hand from my thighs and swiped it under my chin. "You got a pretty-ass smile. You need to stop all that mugging and shit."
"Don't get carried away, nigga," I warned him, jokingly.
We pulled up to a valet parking and he told me to stay put as he walked over to my side to let me out. When the door opened I clasped on to his hand, so I wouldn't fall, because the curb was really steep. He said a few more things to the valet that I couldn't make out, then clasped his arm around my waist to lead me to the entrance.
Downtown was jumping as always for the most part but we were in a part that looked unrecognizable to me. Cars were parked on both sides of the street, and before pulling up I noticed a back alleyway. Dose guided me to these swanky doors, and we stepped into what looked like a newly built hotel that smelled like fresh paint, but it was beautifully decorated and the floors were glossy enough to see myself through them. Then I clasped on to his hand and he led me to an elevator. I noticed he pressed the letter R, which stood for rooftop and that had me sort of puzzled.
"Are you planning on killing me tonight?" I asked, letting my intrusive thoughts out.
I had my Ruger in my purse and was preparing to use it. Also Nya had my location.
Dose slid his hands in the pocket of his slacks and glanced down at me, looking with a be-fucking-forreal expression etched on his face, before returning the handsome scowl on his face and looking forward.
"The only thing I plan on killin' tonight is that pussy. I can't beat it up if you dead, love. I ain't into that sick Kendall Francois—Ted Bundy bullshit."
I shook my head at his reference and glanced past him to see that we reached the rooftop, then the elevator dinged. Slowly the elevator doors opened making my eyes grow wide. I was stuck in place and my jaw dropped from being in awe, until Dose clasped my wrist, between his warm hands and a jolt of electricity rushed through me, springing me back to earth.
Red roses sat elegantly in crystal vases, surrounded by flickering tea candles that created a glowing path leading straight to our table. Soft jazz drifted through the night air from hidden speakers, wrapping the atmosphere in something warm and romantic. Waiting for us at the table were polished champagne flutes that sparkled beneath the dim lighting.
Everything looked like a scene pulled straight from a movie. Between the candlelight, the roses, and the stars hanging above us, the entire setup felt almost unreal. The night sky stretched endlessly overhead, making everything around us look even more beautiful than it already was.
"This is so pretty," I beamed at everything as I trailed behind him.
"And to think you almost missed out on this," he grinned, glancing at me over his shoulder momentarily.
He let go of my hand to pull my chair out for me. I took a seat and glanced around us to see there were other tables unoccupied.
"I'm trying my best not to like you," I blushed, when he took a seat across from me.
"It won't work," he chuckled.
"How did you pull this off? I've been seeing people talk about this place on TikTok, because they went viral after posting the construction work. You know downtown has great rooftop parties, but so far I've only gone to one," I told him.
He rubbed his thumb and forefinger together signaling money which explained everything for the most part.
"My Pops is in good with the guy who owns the restaurant I pulled up on you and 'ole boy at. We buy wine from him a lot. He's looking to expand his business and this is a really good start."
"Ohh okay," I nodded my head. "It's good when you know somebody."
Our waiter came over to us and took our drink orders, but as I examined the menu, I knew what I wanted so I went ahead and ordered. Dose did the same.
