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“I usually stay inside and let the windows down. You want to get out?” he asked, and I nodded that I did. “Come on.”
He shut the car off then got out and came around to help me get out. At first, we were walking on the concrete, but as we got close to the water, we started walking on sand. Because I was in sandals, I felt like my little feet were sinking into the sand. Miami had no problem walking, but I was struggling to keep up. I guess I should have thought about this before I agreed to come out here. It was so windy that I was glad I’d decided to put my hair in braids. If not, my hair would have been all over the place.
Miami was right about people not walking over on this side of the beach because it felt like we were the only people out here.
“We’re going to sit in the cabana over there. Let me carry your ass before you fall and break your neck. Then you’ll blame the shit on me,” he said.
Miami lifted my little ass up like I weighed two pounds. For support, my hands went around his neck, and he carried me like a bride. I was holding my sandals in one hand, and Miami carried me with one arm while he used his other to hold his pants up, which were kind of falling down as we walked. The cabana wasn’t that far, although I wished it was, just so that I could have stayed in his arms a little longer. I swear I didn’t want him to put me down. I felt so safe. He smelled so good.
We were finally in front of the cabana, and when he tried to place me down on my feet, I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck, basically telling him not to let me go. There was a bench inside, which sat up high. He eventually sat me down on it while he stood before me. Taking the sandals from my hands, he dropped them down on the sand. Next, he pulled up my right foot and wiped away all of the sand. When he was finished with the right foot, he gave my left foot the same amount of attention. If it weren’t so dark outside, I wouldn’t have dared allowed Miami to see my feet because I was long overdue for a pedicure.
“Where’s Taniya tonight?” I finally asked him, referring to his beautiful little daughter.
“My ole boy has her for tonight. I’m taking her to Disney World in the morning. You want to go?” he asked.
I was trying to read his face, just to see if he was serious or not, but I honestly couldn’t tell. Miami had one facial expression pretty much all the time, and it reflected how serious his character was. I looked at him for a few seconds, biting my lip and trying to figure out how I was going to answer him.
“Ummm, I don’t know. I don’t want to impose. It’s daddy and daughter time, right?” I asked.
“Impose on what, shorty? I’m asking you, which means I want you to come. When’s the last time you been to Disney World?” he asked.
I really sat there thinking about it, and as if a light bulb had gone off inside my head, I snapped my fingers, all of a sudden remembering the last time that I’d been.
“When Vonte turned ten. Mahogany and I took him. He hated it,” I said right before I laughed as I thought back on that day. “His little bad butt said that it was boring and hot. I remember getting back to the hotel and cursing hit little butt out. I’d spent so much money on those tickets. I’d bought the express passes and everything, just for him not to enjoy himself. After that, I promised him that I would never take him out there again, and I made good on that promise. Myself, on the other hand, I enjoyed it. My grandma didn’t take me to stuff like that when I was a kid. The most I got was going to the Youth Fair, and that only came once a year, but I was still very much appreciative of that,” I let him know.
“Come with us then. I got us a big ass suite at the Nickelodeon hotel. It’s a whole bunch of room for you to come. We not leaving till a little bit after three in the afternoon because I have a few things that I need to handle first, and then we’ll get on the road. You got plenty of time to go and get your hair and toes done and shit,” he said.
I looked at him like he was crazy for even calling me out on that. When he saw the fac
e that I made, he laughed while pulling down on his beard.
“I ain’t even mean it like that, Choc. I know you, so I knew that you’re coming up with a bunch of excuses on your hair and shit not being done. That was just my way of ridding you of any type of excuses,” he said.
“You said you know me. What all do you know?” I asked.
He released a sigh and then looked at me with those beautiful hazel eyes, which felt like he was gazing into my soul.
“Shit, I know you tired of being fuckin’ hurt! The world has been hurting you since you came into this shit. You lost the very same woman who gave birth to you in the exact moment that you came into this world. You lost Trip to the system, and you lost Vonte, which was the biggest loss of them all. I also know that you don’t know your worth,” he said.
I raised an eyebrow when he said that. I didn’t know if I was offended or what by his statement.
“What do you mean? I do know my worth! What makes you think I don’t?” I asked, my voice dripping with attitude.
He lifted my left hand and wiggled my ring finger.
“The empty space on your finger tells me that you don’t! Shorty, you got all the fuckin’ qualities that one needs to be a wife. It’s no fuckin’ reason why you don’t have a fat ass ring on your finger by now. I know you don’t like when I talk about this shit with you, but when this shit is all said in done, you don’t get no reward at the end of the rope for holding that nigga down.
“Shorty, I hate to sound so blunt, but yo’ baby daddy is going to die in that prison. This shit you doing right here, you want this to be your future? For the rest of your life, you telling me that you’re okay with this shit? You cool with sleeping in that big ass king sized bed by your lonely forever? Let me ask you a personal question, Choc. By personal, I mean really personal. When’s the last time you fucked? Got your pussy ate?” he bluntly asked me.
I twiddled with my fingers and looked down at the sand before I looked up at him. He was waiting for me to answer his question.
“Probably a week before Trip went in. Over ten years ago,” I let him know, and he shook his head.
“You trippin’! I’d never make someone I love suffer like that. If I killed a nigga today, got picked up for it tomorrow, and was facing a life sentence, shorty I’m letting you go. That’s love. That’s how you show that you’re down for somebody, not by the sick shit this nigga got you doing,” Miami went on to say.
I could tell he was pissed. It showed in the way he kept cursing, his facial expression, and the way his jaws kept flexing.
“I’m not like the majority of women. I can’t just have sex with a man, and that be it. Trust me, it’s been times that I wanted to go out and have a little one night stand with someone, but damn, is it worth it? Tell me if it’s worth it, Toddrick. I’m sure you’re out here fuckin’ something,” I said, really my way of figuring out if he was fuckin’ somebody.
