Page 38 of Stand on That

“Where are we going?” I sighed in fake defeat.

Brian was sitting beside me, and he was close enough that I noticed when his body tensed. Following his gaze, my orbs landed on Darius and that bastard was shaking his head no. He was giving Brian a warning or maybe a threat depending on who was interpreting. His big, overly tall, gigantic, muscular ass was standing there dressed in all black, diamonds glistening looking like that nigga and in that moment, I was pissed. And aroused.

“Um, I’ll get back to you on that,” Brian stammered, and I looked at him with disgust.

“Yeah, you do that.”

Brian had always been a lil’ shy, so it wasn’t too shocking that he let Darius scare him off so easily. And in his defense, who wanted to be involved in beef over a female? My disdain for Brian dissipated, and my anger was directed at Darius. For someone that swore they were going to fall back and let me do me, he wasn’t doing a very good job of it. It had been seven days since I saw him at the restaurant. Between doing hair and working at the restaurant since coming home from prison, I’d worked eleven days in a row, and I was tired.

I spent the first half of my day in bed. Then, I got up, cleaned the house, did some laundry, and went to clean my car out. It was hard not to think of Darius every day because he was the reason I lived in a beautiful home and drove a foreign car. He had purchased every stitch of clothing I wore, and he had given me everything I needed to start my journey back in the free world. I loved his big ass. I really did, and that shit was mind blowing. Out of all the guys that had tried me since I’d been home, I always found a reason not to give them a chance because my heart still belonged to Darius.

“What did Brian want?” Lo came back from the restroom and eased into the booth. “He asked me out on a date, but Darius shut it down, and Brian took off like his ass was on fire.”

Lo laughed like I had just told the funniest joke in the world.

“I fail to see the humor in it,” I stated dryly while finishing off my drink.

“Of course, you don’t because you’re too busy being stubborn. Just give that man what you both want and call it a day.”

“Oh, hell nah,” I drew back as I watched Darius walk out of the establishment with a pretty light skinned chick trailing behind him. “He ruined my shit, and he thinks he’s about to slide with something?” My blood boiled as I made my way out of the booth.

“Ah shit,” Lo sighed knowing that things could turn ugly.

I pushed through the door and looked around until I saw Darius leaning up against a Range Rover with light skin standing in front of him. I marched in their direction and walked around to the passenger side of the door. When I pulled the handle, the door opened, and I hopped inside. Laughing, Darius opened the driver door and looked at me. “What are you doing?”

“The same shit you did to me, nigga. Cock blocking,” I snapped. “Fuck you thought this was.”

Darius turned toward the female who I couldn’t see because he was blocking the view. “I’ll holla at you.”

He got inside the vehicle and closed the door. “You jealous, baby?” he grinned, and I wanted to punch him dead in the face.

“You think shit is funny and it’s not. I thought you were going to fall back and let me do me.”

“Yeah, nah,” he frowned. “You’ll never do that shit in my face.”

“Nigga who are you?!” I yelled. “We aren’t together.”

“Man, I don’t give a fuck about nothing you’re talking about, Vani. Nothing!” he was serious as a heart attack as he stared at me. “Your house or mine? That’s all I need to know.” He had the nerve to be mad.

“Take me home,” I snapped arms crossed over my chest.

Darius chuckled again, and I literally had to close my eyes and count to ten to keep from gouging his eyes out. The sounds of Sza filled the car as Darius’ cologne engulfed me. I was in enemy territory, but my vagina didn’t get the memo. Clenching my thighs tightly together didn’t even stop the ache that had begun to radiate through me. My kitty pulsated and ached for the person that used to know my body inside and out. My phone vibrated, and I knew without looking at the screen that it was Lo.

I didn’t want to talk in front of Darius, so I waited for the ringing to stop, so I could send her a text message.

“That one of your niggas?” Darius asked.

“Yeap.” I replied without looking up from the phone.

Darius reached over and snatched the phone from me so fast, my eyes bulged as my mouth dropped open. “Hoe is you cool?”

He took his eyes off the road long enough to give my phone screen a quick glance. “Lying ass,” he sucked his teeth before passing the phone back to me.

I sent Lo a long text explaining everything that had transpired, and she sent back at least twenty laughing emoji’s which further pissed me off. The smell of marijuana filled the car, and I didn’t even realize that Darius had pulled a rolled blunt from somewhere. He took a few puffs before passing it to me. I was practically salivating for it because I could tell from the smell it was the good shit.

Darius passed me the blunt and after just three tokes, I was so loose and relaxed. By the time he arrived at my house, I was super high and very thirsty. I knew there was no way he was just going to drop me off at home, so I wasn’t shocked when he killed the engine and emerged from the vehicle. I didn’t utter one word as I trekked to the front door and punched the code into the smart lock. Darius was right up on me as we crossed the threshold into the house.

Before I could make a move, Darius squatted and untied the ribbon on my satin, pink, ballerina shoe, inspired heels. Once both shoes were removed, he straightened his body and removed his own shoes. Barefoot, I padded into the kitchen and removed two Sprites from the fridge. It took me less than a minute to guzzle down half the can. Leaving Darius in the kitchen, I walked up the stairs and into my bedroom to take a shower in the ensuite bathroom. I had taken a shower before going out, so this one would be quick. I just always made it a habit not to get in bed for the night without washing my ass if I had left the house since my last shower. Removing the clothes I wore outside wasn’t good enough. I had to wash outside’s germs off my body.