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Chapter 6: Davion
I bet that nigga Quan thought I was probably the dumbest nigga alive. Here I am showboating around town with this bitch, not knowing that she was living this damn foul while she was out in Miami. I’m not going to sit here and act like I’m just so shocked about hearing the shit this nigga told me, but damn, when she had told me about her past life, clearly she left out a few parts. When he told me about her helping in the kidnapping of his seven-year-old daughter, that shit made me look at her in a whole different way because at the end of the day, I had a son. I would go crazy if something were to ever happen to him.
I’m not even trying to sit here and act like I’m some perfect guy because I’m not, and we all have a fuckin’ past. But damn, shorty’s past seemed like some shit that you would catch one of these ratchet looking bitches out here doing. I swear, taking one look at Chantel, you would think that she was so sweet and innocent, and you wouldn’t believe the things that she was capable of. I guess that shit is true about looks being deceiving.
The kindness in me just wouldn’t allow me to leave her ass there that night at the club because she didn’t have anywhere else to go. I should have known that something was up when we were standing outside and I told her that Quan and Dre would be performing. She looked like she’d seen a ghost. I paid it no mind because I really believed her after she confirmed to me that she was just worried about us having to stand in that long ass line.
One of the scariest things in life is being with someone who can look you right in your fuckin’ face and just lie. That shit was scary because it put you in a position where you wouldn’t know if you could trust this person. I saw so much in this woman, and because of that, I just couldn’t let her go.
“Get up. I need you to go down to the club tonight because Tiana called out, saying she wasn’t feeling good,” I told Chantel as I walked into the guest bedroom at my house.
She was laid out on her stomach with the covers not even on her. She didn’t budge, so I walked further into the room and stood over her. Chantel was knocked out peacefully, and again, a face so innocent just didn’t look like it was capable of doing the things that she had done. I shook her shoulder and she popped opened her eyes and looked around the room frantically.
“Get up. You got to work at the club tonight,” I told her.
“Why? I thought I was off on Fridays? Doesn’t Tiana have the Friday shift?” she said, sitting up in the bed and pulling her knees up to her chest.
“She called out. Said she wasn’t feeling good,” I told her.
She got out of the bed, sucked her teeth, and stormed into the bathroom. It was ten at night, so I’m sure she was pissed about getting out of the bed, just to go into work tonight.
I smirked as I walked out of the room and went downstairs to fix me something to eat and then head into the den to chill. I was actually just coming in from being at my club, and I didn’t plan on going back in. After I fixed my sandwich, I went into the den, kicked my feet up and turned on the TV. Nights like this, after coming home from a long day of work, I would love to be greeted at the door by a beautiful woman, with my joint rolled and dinner on the table. Believe it or not, I wanted all of this with Chantel, and I just wished that she would see her worth and I would be able to upgrade her position
in my life. I never got to have that shit with my baby mama because once she stopped believing in my dreams, I felt like we had nothing.
Back when I was trying to open my club, I didn’t have the support that I needed for her. Actions speak a thousand words, and the actions she showed me pretty much proved to me that she wasn’t down for a nigga at all. On numerous occasions, I heard from her that I was wasting my time with this club, and now that I have it, I didn’t bring her along to take part in the luxuries that the club brings me.
My baby mama, Allison, was a piece of work, but she did a damn good job at being a mother to my son. For that, I would always make sure that she was straight. She worked a little job for the county as an account clerk, plus, I was giving her money every month. She wasn’t a lazy bitch, but like I said, the fact that I couldn’t have that support from her back then, I didn’t need her support now.
“Are you dropping me off at the club?” Chantel asked, her voice taking me out of my thoughts.
She stood before me in a pair of skin tight booty shorts, with my club name on her shirt. Her long, expensive ass weave that she liked to wear was parted down the middle bone straight. From what I could tell, she wasn’t wearing any make up, just a touch of lip-gloss. On her feet were a pair of hot pink converse. She was so fuckin beautiful, but she just didn’t understand.
“Yeah, I’ll take you. Smile, you getting paid to work,” I said as I hopped off the couch.
“Yeah, but I was supposed to be off tonight,” she fussed.
“You act like you had something else that you wanted to do or some shit. Had I not come and got you out of bed, you would have still been sleeping. What the fuck is so productive about that?” I asked her.
“Would you like to know why I was still sleeping? Maybe because I was up all night last night trying to do something productive with my life. I started writing a book, and when I’m finish, I want to share my story to the fuckin’ world. People think that I’m just some money hungry bitch, when it’s absolutely more to my story, and I would like to share that with people. Plus, I’m sick of sitting in this house with you, feeling like I’m some hoe that you saved,” she said and her voice cracked.
“Chantel, when the fuck have I ever put you in an awkward situation? After finding out all of the shit that you told me, I not once judged you, and I’m damn sure not about to start judging you now! You think if I just thought of you as some hoe that I would allow you into my house and let you sleep here? Hell no! I don’t know how many fuckin’ times I got to tell you that I see something in your ass. Your past doesn’t fuckin’ define you because you have the ability to move on from that shit and make something out of yourself. This same energy you using right now to snap on me, use that energy in your damn writing, and I will support you one hundred percent,” I told her and she wiped her eyes and nodded her head.
“Go change, you ain’t got to go to the club tonight. I’ll just have one of the other girls cover for Tiana. When you done, meet me in the car,” I told her.
“Where are we going?” she asked me.
“You writing, but you don’t have a laptop. We finna go to Walmart and you can pick yourself out a laptop and it’s on me. I didn’t have somebody in my corner supporting my dreams back then, but I’m going to make sure I support the next person. That look you have right now in your eyes is a look of hunger and determination, and it matches the look I had a few years back. I’d be a fool to not support your dream. So, you want to write, you’ll write,” I told her.
“Thank you, Davion. This really means a lot to me,” she said, walking closer and wrapping her arms around me.
This had been the closet and most intense that we had ever been toward each other. Don’t get me wrong, the chemistry and the sexual attraction was there, we just had yet to act on it. I wanted her and I knew she wanted me, but me being a man, the shit that I had found out about her from Quan was pulling me back, but not anymore. The way he described her to me at the club, yeah all of that shit was probably true, but the woman standing here before me wasn’t the same woman. I could see that she had received her wakeup call and she was more than ready to get her life in order.
I pulled her even closer to me and rested my hands on her ass. We both brought our faces closer, meeting each other half way, and I let me lips rest on her soft, suckable ones. She had the sweetest damn kiss that I have ever had. At this moment, I wanted nothing more than to push her ass up against the wall and fuck the shit out of her. Instead, I pulled back and looked down at her.
“Go change, I’ll meet you in the car,” I told her and then slapped her on her ass as she disappeared up the stairs.
Chapter 7: Chantel
