AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She went back in her purse and this time pulled out her key and a few second later, I heard a car start up. I looked and it was a 2015 matte pink Ford Mustang sitting on 22s. She had pushed to start her car and when she reached it, she looked up at me.
“Okay, I made it safely,” she said. In other words, telling me to back my ass up so that she could pull out once she got inside of the car.
“Damn, I can’t get your phone number or nothing? Damn, you tough!” I said, putting my hand over my heart, faking hurt.
“Have a good night. Could you please move so that I could go? I have somewhere to be in the morning,” she said rudely but I liked it.
“Alright, Ima let you have this one but next time, I won’t be so lenient,” I said, smirking.
“Oh, you don’t have to worry because there won’t be a next time,” she said before she turned around and got inside of her car. I let her back out and once she was on the road, I stayed there and watched as she shot out and didn’t turn around to go back inside until her car disappeared.
Chapter 12: Dre
I woke up the next morning, checked my clock and I noticed that it was 11:15 in the damn morning. I was supposed to meet with my damn realtor at 11:30 today and a nigga was just getting out the damn bed. Last night, or should I say early this morning, we didn’t end up leaving the club until about two o’clock and I brought my black ass straight home, which was a shocker to me because I just knew that I would be waking up with somebody’s damn daughter in my bed. I hopped out of the little twin sized bed in my old room at my grandma’s house and stretched. I really needed to find a home today because this little ass bed was starting to kill my damn back. I grabbed my towel from off of my dresser and made my way inside the bathroom in the hallway so that I could quickly shower. While I was in the shower, I brushed my teeth in there as well, a bad habit that I had picked up on after being incarcerated.
After I finished my business, I got my brush and brushed my hair and walked back down to the room with the towel wrapped around my waist, body still dripping with water. I walked over to the side of my room and went inside the shopping bags that I had from when I’d hit up the mall the other day. I went inside the bag from Champs and picked out a pair of gray Nike shorts with a white stripe on both sides along with a gray and white Nike shirt. I took out a fresh pair of Forces and the Nike socks. I went inside the bag from Macy’s and took out a pair of red Polo boxers, taking off the towel and then sliding them on.
Ten minutes later, I was dressed and walking out of the door. My grandma was in her room doing her usual early morning Saturday devotion, so I didn’t want to disturb her, which is why I left her a note on the fridge letting her know that I would have her car, but only for a few hours. Thirty minutes later, I was pulling up to Sunny Aisles, to the address of the condo that I would be looking at. When I pulled up, there was a red Jeep parked in front of the condo on the bottom floor that went to the address that I was supposed to be viewing today and a figure standing in front of the stairs with their back facing me and the phone glued to their ear. That little waist and those long legs and that perfect body were all too familiar. I parked the car and made my way over to the figure.
“We meet again,” I said, scaring her and she looked at me like I was crazy before telling whoever she was on the phone with that she would call them back.
“You know, I could have you arrested for stalking,” she said, looking at me with no signs of her joking being sketched on her beautiful face.
“Don’t flatter yourself. I got to see how good the pussy taste first in order to be stalking your ass. I’m actually here to meet with my realtor,” I said, looking behind her, thinking she was going to just jump out.
“Wait, you’re Diandre Davis? We talked on the phone,” she said, shocked.
“Damn, and here I am about to damn near beg you for your number last night when a nigga already had the shit,” I said, smirking.
“Oh please, playboy. You have my work number, not my personal. Let’s go inside so I can show you around. You’re already late and I have two more appointments after you so I would appreciate it if you keep up,” she said, turning around and, like a dog in heat, I was right on her ass.
“Damn, you always this mean to your customers?” I asked her.
“Only the ones that I meet at clubs and have become a nuisance since then,” she said, throwing hell of shade my way.
“You got a slick ass mouth on you but I’m going to fix that shit if it’s the last thing I do,” I said, dead ass serious.
She waved me off and then we stepped inside the condo that was located on the first floor. That was already a plus because a nigga wasn’t with taking all those stairs just to get inside my crib. As she walked around, she explained everything to me that I needed to know.
“What we’re looking at right now is a beautifully renovated 3 bedroom, 2 bath condo with features such as a new kitchen; as you can see the granite countertops,” she said, pointing around the kitchen and I nodded my head in approval. We walked over towards the back of the room and she continued explaining it to me. “There are new bathrooms, fresh paint, which has been done from the floor to the ceiling. The good thing about this building is that its location is just a half a block from the ocean, shopping centers, and a lot of other things that I’m quite sure you’ll enjoy,” she said and I was in awe of her and this damn condo. This was the definition of a bad ass bitch! Not only was she good lucking but she had a damn job and clearly, she was educated.
“You said that half a block is a few other things that I will enjoy. I will enjoy you, so that must mean that you don’t stay too far away,” I said, looking her into her eyes.
Smirking, she asked, “You just won’t stop, will you? Aren’t you the least bit concerned about the asking price, Mr. Davis?” She was batting her long eyelashes at me.
“Only time you ask for the price is when you can’t afford it. I’ll take it. And you don’t have to be so formal, you can call me daddy,” I said and she smiled. I knew that smile was because she was going to get herself a little bonus at work for selling a house today. She literally ignored the whole call me daddy thing because she didn’t make a slick remark like she usually did.
I watched as she walked over to her briefcase and went inside to pull out some paperwork. I stood behind her and I knew for a fact that she could feel my dick resting on her ass. I did something that I have been dying to do since last night, which was to put both of my hands on her waist and giv
e it a little squeeze while whispering in her ear. “Just think, by next week, you’ll be standing in this very same spot cooking a nigga breakfast, butt ass naked with my kids swimming around in your stomach.” I could see the hairs on her neck stand up and for the first time so far, I noticed that she was at a loss for words. I knew exactly how to handle her; most niggas didn’t, and that’s why she thought that she could get away with saying half the shit that came from out of her mouth.
Feeling a little bit uncomfortable and put on the spot, she removed my hands from around her waist and looked up at me. “You ready to sign some papers? And put down some money and you could have the keys by tomorrow,” she said, disregarding everything that I had said.
I smirked because I had her ass just where I wanted her. A nigga had never been told no before and I damn sure wasn’t about to let the shit start happening now. I wanted this woman and I wasn’t going to stop pursuing her until I had her.
Chapter 13: Chantel
I didn’t know what the hell had been up with Quan but lately he was starting to act very distant and really funny towards me. There used to be a time where I could hit him up for some dick and he would always come through, even if that meant him coming at like three in the morning, whenever he would leave the studio.
