Page 49 of Queen of the Pole

He ended up taking the spot that my mom was sitting in and lowered her down in his lap. She was all up under that nigga. Arms wrapped around his waist, while she buried her head into the crook of his neck. There was no doubt that my mama loved his ass. She was obsessed with him. Nights like this, the love was so evident in her eyes. He was the same man that could put a smile on her face, but then turn around a few days later, only to have her crying, and sad. I loved her so much that I wanted all her days to be like tonight.

“Baby, I told Wolf that I want a grandchild. I told him that he looks like he’s glowing. Do you see it?” she asked him, bringing that shit back up.

My dad laughed, and then leaned his head down, so that he could kiss her on the neck.

“That’s good skin. That’s the glow that you see. I feel like Demarco will give us a grandbaby before Wolf does it. Wolf the smart one. He not going to let none of these women out here trap him. Baby, that’s a billion-dollar nigga sitting right there. He’s going to play it smart. Ain’t that right son?” he asked me.

He was right, so I nodded my head at that. I haven’t had pussy in a while, but all the pussy that I’ve ever had, I’ve never felt it raw. I wasn’t taking any chances. Not to say that all women would do this, but here in Miami, a lot of these women were looking for their next come up. I wasn’t trying to be anybody’s lick.

I stuck around to watch my mom open the new handbag that he’d gotten for her. I didn’t have a woman in my life that I bought handbags for, so I didn’t know shit about the bag that my pops purchased for my mom, but I could tell the motha fucka was pricy.

My mom could teach a master’s class when it came to designer bags, so when she pulled it out, she started screaming. That shit was dope to see my pops sitting there with that smile on his face, phone in his hands, recording her reaction. She said that it was a Hermès Birkin 25. She started talking about crocodile skin, and all that other shit, and that’s when I tuned out.

I chopped it up with them for a little while longer, hugged my mom, kissed her, and I slapped it up with my pops. I let them both know that I loved them and then walked out of the house. I hopped in the car and made my way home.

Ten minutes into the ride, Deja called me. This was her first time calling me. All day, when I’ve been checking in, I would do it through text. To see that she was calling, it had me wondering if it was an emergency, so I quickly answered the phone.

“What’s up?” I answered.

“Wolf, how do you close these blinds in the living room area? I stopped trying to figure it out because I didn’t want to break anything. The sun is shining through the windows, and I don’t know how to close them,” you could hear it in her voice that she was annoyed as fuck.

“Go over to that white panel that’s hanging up on the wall. That panel controls everything throughout the house. Hit shades, then hit living room, and it’ll give you an option to close them. Do that,” I said.

I could hear her moving around. Seconds later, I heard the buttons that she was pressing on the panel, and even though it was a quiet sound, I also heard the blinds closing.

“Okay. I closed them. Thank you,” she said.

“What you doing?” I asked her.

“Nothing. I’m bored. I feel like I’m going crazy in this house. Then, I feel like I’m intruding. I’m in your house, and you’re not even here,” you could hear the agitation in each word that she spoke.

“How you intruding, when this where I told you to stay?” I asked.

“I don’t know. That’s how I feel,” she said.

“Well, what you’re feeling is wrong, love. I told you to stay where the protection is. You want to get out of the house? Where you want to go? I’ll be there in like ten minutes,” I said.

“You know I can’t be out in public with you. Wolf, I know you don’t be outside like that, and you like to live in your own bubble, but I’m telling you how these people are in Miami. The second they see me out with you, they’re going to take pictures, and make up stories that you’re fuckin me. I got too much going on. Plus, I’m still thinking about the shit that happened between you, and Hitta over the phone last night,” she had all these excuses, and I sat here, tuning her ass out, not paying much attention to anything that she was saying.

“Ay, put some clothes on. I’ll be there in ten minutes,” was my response to what she just said.

“Did you hear anything that I just finished saying to you?” she asked me.

“I heard every word that you just finished saying to me. You think I care that people going to make up stories that I’m fuckin you? At least, they’ll know that you getting fucked good,” I threw that last part in there, and when I said it, you could tell that I caught her off guard because her voice was stuck, and she didn’t say anything else for a few seconds.

“They going to see my black eyes, and think you blacked them,” she had another excuse.

“Ten minutes just turned into eight. I had makeup in that Target bag for you. Put some of that shit on your face, and let’s get out of the house,” I didn’t give her a second to respond. I ended up hanging the phone up on her ass.

Just like I told her over the phone, I ended up pulling into the parking garage in eight minutes. I parked in my designated parking spot, turned the car off, and quickly stepped out. After grabbing all the things that I needed, I closed the door and locked it behind me.

I let myself into the building and headed for the elevators. I rode the elevator up in silence, and before I knew it, I was stepping off and heading for my spot. I was used to getting in the house around this time with the blinds opened, giving me that beautiful view of downtown, but tonight, that shit was closed. Deja closed all the blinds because of the sun shining into the spot.

Because I knew we were getting ready to leave, I didn’t bother taking my shoes off. I kept them on, walking over to the living room area, where I took a seat. Five minutes into me sitting here, Deja came from the back. She was dressed in the clothes that she arrived at my house in. The clothes were clean because she did laundry last night, after we finished eating.

I noticed that she used the makeup from the bag to put around her eyes because sitting here, you would never even know that she had two black eyes. I didn’t want to sit here, and stare at her, looking like a fuckin creep, but truthfully, this girl was so fuckin beautiful that you had no choice but to stare.

That chocolate brown color in her hair was one of my favorite features about her. She had the hair in a half up/half down look. The outfit was just a cropped tee, with lowrider jeans. When she dropped the sandals down to the floor, so that she could step into them, I got a view of her from the side. It was the kind of view that made you want to put your hands together, and clap.