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“I don’t know… nobody’s ever done anything like this for me before,” I told him in all honesty.
He wrapped one arm around me and then kissed the top of my head a couple more times.
“Show me your office, so I can place all of this stuff in there,” he said after about two minutes of silence.
“You need me to carry something? You got me so much stuff, Billionaire,” I cooed, looking at all the things that he went out of his way to get for me.
“Nah, I got it. Just lead the way.”
Billionaire bent down to pick up the arrangements that were resting on the floor. He carried everything while I walked ahead of him, leading the way to my office. I used my key to let us in, and once the door was opened, I tried to hold it open for him, but he put his foot on the corner of the door, holding it open himself, and allowed me to walk in.
This man wouldn’t allow me to do anything for him, yet he was always going out of his way to do something for me. Once he was inside my office, he stood for a few seconds, just looking around. A smile formed on his face, flashing his mouth full of gold teeth. I used to have a perception of men with gold teeth; I just automatically assumed that their breath reeked. Now, I couldn’t speak for every man with gold teeth, but I knew that this handsome man standing before me had nothing foul about his breath. He had spoken to me on quite a few occasions with his face right up against mine, and I never caught a whiff of anything foul.
I’ve never frowned upon anyone who has tattoos because I looked at it as a form of art and self-expression, although the bible says something totally different. I didn’t know all the tattoos that Billion had, but because I had seen him in short sleeves before, I knew he had some on his arms.
“I really got me a doctor for a shorty. I mean, I knew you were a doctor, but actually being up on you in your workspace, it’s like the shit just clicked. You have a nice office, beautiful. I see you take your AKA stuff really serious. I respect it,” he said.
Billionaire pointed up to the AKA flags on my wall, the cardigan on the back of my chair, and the pictures of my sorority sisters and me that were on my desk.
“Of course, I take it seriously. I went through a lot to get in. Your little shorty? That’s what I am to you?” I asked with a smile on my face as I watched him walk over to the lounge area in my office and set down all my gifts.
He smiled back as he walked over to me. I didn’t even try to fight him off when he lifted me in his arms. It was Friday, and I was dressed down this afternoon. I wore a light denim, long sleeved top with a pair of denim jeans, and my shirt was tucked in. There was never really an occasion when I wasn’t in heels, so I paired my outfit with a pair of nude pumps. My make-up was light like it usually was whenever I went to work. I wore a nameplate necklace around my neck, which was a gift from my father when I was a senior in high school, and to this day, I still made sure to wear it. My long, curly hair was styled with a side part and hung loosely. My lab coat was still on because I never got the chance to take it off when I went into my office.
“Yeah, until I make you my wife. You look so pretty. Damn. You smell so fuckin’ good too,” Billionaire complimented me as he leaned in and he kissed my lips.
As much as I tried to deny it, I was falling for this man. I knew it was something when I noticed that I would think about him every night before I closed my eyes to go to sleep. I prayed for him daily, asking God to guide his mind, his decisions, and his heart. I felt the need to pray for him because with him just getting out of prison a couple of months ago, I just didn’t want him to fall back into temptation and revert to his corrupt ways. After he kissed me, he walked with me over to one of the couches and sat down with me on his lap. His hands were on my lower back, and he was moving them up and down.
“Come to dinner with me tonight. I already made the reservations and everything,” he told me.
I smiled because he jus
t kept hitting me with surprise after surprise.
“Dinner reservations where? How do you know what I like to eat?” I asked.
“I don’t. That’s why you need to come to dinner with me, so I can finish learning more about you. We’re going to a steakhouse. You eat steak, ain’t it?” he asked.
“I do. What time are the reservations for? You know I don’t leave out of here until around six.”
“I know, which is why I made the reservations for nine. Perfect time for you to go home, shower, and do whatever else you got to do. I purposely made it for nine because I didn’t want to leave you with any room to tell me that you wouldn’t have time to make it. Besides, you fine already, so it ain’t like it gotta take you forever and a day to get ready. Now, if you was ugly, I would have made the reservations for eleven because you would need a little bit more time to tweak some shit around,” he said, making me laugh.
I laughed, but then I got serious because now I wanted to know something.
“So, in other words, it’s all about looks?” I questioned.
This was still new to me, and I just wanted to know how his thought process worked.
“Nah. Not at all. If it was all about looks, I would have been all on you the second I saw you. When I met you, I treated you the same way I treat anyone else I didn’t know, which was indifferent. I wasn’t about to just chase after you because I saw a pretty face. You could have been a pretty face with a fucked-up attitude. You could have been a pretty face and told me that you hate kids, which is where I would have had no choice but to move around. With me having two kids of my own, my shorty got to like kids. Your profession requires you to be around kids every single day, so I knew you ain’t got nothing against children.
“I ain’t really start liking you until we sat down for the first time and ate together. That was the first time I had actually been around a female, and fuckin’ wasn’t the only thing on my mind. I was actually interested in who the fuck Normani was. I wanted to know shit about your childhood, what you did for a living, what you liked to do for fun, and whatever other shit that niggas are supposed to ask on a first date. At the same time, my shorty gotta be bad as fuck too, and you are. Don’t even sit up here and act like you would have given a nigga the time of day if I was fuckin’ ugly,” he said, followed by a laugh.
“But if everything else was up to par, like your personality, your faith in God, your career, then I would have been able to work around your looks. Looks can always be enhanced,” I told him.
He let out a fake yawn in the middle of me talking, like what I said was boring and a bunch of lies.
I laughed while I playfully mushed him in his chest.
“Yo, I pulled up to the receptionist desk like, ‘go get my woman from the back. Tell her daddy out here, and he bearing all types of gifts.’ She ain’t know who the fuck I was or who I was here to see. She wanted to know who I was here for, and I told her that I was here for you. You should have seen her fuckin’ eyes,” Billion told me.
