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The last thing I wanted to do was wake her out of her sleep for something that wasn’t even an emergency. At the same time, I knew that if I didn’t talk to her, I would continue to run myself crazy and not get any sleep. The worst that could happen is that she would either not answer the phone or she would answer it, tell me she’s tired and that she would just call me back in the morning.
Billionaire liked to say that I was scary, so I was going to shock myself and give his mother a call. I pushed the covers from the lower part of my body and sat up in the bed, so I could retrieve my phone, which was charging on the nightstand. I went to her contact information, and my heart beat a mile per minute as I dialed the number. After the second ring, I was about to hang up, but then I heard it pick up, so I stayed on the line.
“Hello?” she answered on the third ring.
“Hey, Ms. Paulette. Ummm, it’s Normani,” I said, and she let out a small laugh.
“I know who it is, and girl, you do not have to call me Ms. Paulette. That makes me feel old as hell. Call me Paulette. If you want, you can even call me Ma. What’s going on? Everything all right? What did my son do?” she asked, making me laugh.
My heart stopped beating so fast because I could hear in her voice that she was awake and alert, so it was a good thing that I hadn’t woken her from her sleep. After laughing, I released a sigh and then threw my head back against the headboard.
“It’s just hard to get in contact with him. Twinkle told me everything that happened, and since then, he’s shut down on me. Have you talked to him? I just wanted to know how he was doing because he won’t tell me,” I said.
“He’s shutting everyone out. I can’t get him to pick up the phone either, and when he does, I’m the one doing the talking. As a mother, I hate to see my son hurting in any way. This is one thing that hurts me because I know there isn’t anything I can do to change this mess. It makes me feel helpless again like it was when he was sentenced to five years in prison, and I couldn’t do anything to change his fate.
“Since a little boy, he’s pretty much been this way. He never wants to share his load of hurt. I don’t know if he thinks it makes him look like less of a man if he shows any signs of vulnerability, but he always feels the need to deal with his hurt and pain on his own. We’re talking about a little girl who I know my son loves to death. We’re all hurting because someone we thought was our blood really doesn’t even belong to us. Billion will always be that little girl’s father, but it just hurts to know that biologically, she isn’t his. I go over to the house and pop up on him, just to see how he’s holding up. Have you seen him?” she asked.
“No, I haven’t. I haven’t seen him since the party. That’s actually why I was calling. I wanted to know if you could give me the address to his house. I wanted to go over and check on him.”
“Yeah, I’ll send it as soon as we get off the phone,” she said.
“Okay. Thank you. Did he eat? I’m sure he hasn’t. I cooked dinner, so I’ll bring him a plate,” I said, rambling away as I stood up from the bed.
One of my pet peeves was having to go back out after I had taken my bath for the night. For the chance to see Billionaire and talk to him, so I could somehow try to cheer him up, my pet peeves didn’t even matter.
“I like you, Normani. I just know you are everything my son needs. I’m his own damn mama, and I couldn’t get him to laugh, smile, or anything when I went over. I’m sure you can get through to him,” she told me.
We talked on the phone for about five more minutes, and then we hung up. As promised, she sent me a text message with his address, and he wasn’t even far from me, which was good. The weather was cool tonight, so after slipping out of my pajamas, I threw on a yellow sweatsuit from PINK, which I had never worn, and paired it with a pair of tan colored Ugg boots.
My hair was back to its curly state. I promise, too much work came with wearing my hair straight. I used my hairbrush and threw water on my coils, and then I put my hair up in a bun. I’d already brushed my teeth for the night, but I went over it again and washed my face. I grabbed my purse off the ottoman in my room and did a light jog down the stairs.
I made it to the kitchen and pulled out the food I had cooked tonight, which consisted of baked glazed chicken, mashed potatoes, and asparagus. Billionaire liked to eat, so I made sure I filled the Tupperware wi
th enough food for him. I hoped he would be in a good enough mood to eat.
Once his plate was fixed, and I had everything back in the refrigerator, I finally went to the garage to hop in my car and leave. In the morning, I would regret this so bad because I had to be up at four. I felt like it was so worth it, though. Tonight, I would pull one of Billionaire’s moves on him because he was the king of popping up on somebody. I put his home address into my navigation system, and it said I would be there in twelve minutes.
The whole ride, I drove with the radio off because I needed this time for my thoughts. What if he didn’t want to see me? What if he was mad that I’d popped up on him like this, and I had the address to his house without him even giving it? It would crush me if he made me leave. However, I wouldn’t know what could happen unless I actually went through with it.
Everything was telling me to just turn back around, but I’d made it this far, so I might as well just keep going.
I pulled up into a nice, quiet community, which housed some beautiful townhomes that I could tell were brand new. Banners were hanging around the sales office, promoting the builders’ specials. The development was gated, and you had to be a resident, or you had to call whoever you were looking for at the gate. Similar to how my neighborhood was.
Billionaire probably wasn’t expecting me or anyone tonight. If I called him from the call box, he more than likely wouldn’t answer, so I had to tailgate behind someone. The navigation directed me to his home, and his Porsche truck was parked in his two-car driveway, which was a good thing. I pulled my car on the opposite side of his, said a quick prayer that he wouldn’t tell me to go home, and then I got out, holding the food in my hands with my purse on my shoulder. The night air was cold, so I wrapped my arms around my body to warm up some. I made it to his front door and rang the doorbell.
From looking in the window, there didn’t seem to be any light on in the house. I knew he wasn’t asleep because he was like an owl, always up. I was outside, knocking and ringing his doorbell for like five minutes straight, but I would not leave because I knew he was inside. The second I was about to pull my phone out and call him, I heard the locks turning from the other side of the door. I was nervous as hell because I didn’t know what kind of mood Billionaire would be in.
Eventually, the door dragged open, and there he was. He sized me up and then looked behind me, probably trying to see if I was with anyone else, but it was just me.
I didn’t want it to be so obvious that I was staring at him, but I couldn’t help it. I’d never seen him in this state. The most I’d seen of his chest area was when he would wear his dressy shirts, and some of the buttons were undone. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, so I saw his body for everything it really was. I couldn’t put into words how good this man looked without a shirt. His abs looked like rocks. He had a six-pack, but at the bottom, I could see another two trying to come out as well. I liked that he didn’t have a hairy chest. I mean, not that I had dated someone with a hairy chest before. I guess it just looked better without the hair.
Billionaire had so many tattoos on his stomach, and I really didn’t know which one I should look at first. He wore plain black Versace boxers and a pair of Versace cotton shorts that he was sagging in. The shorts stopped at his knees. Billionaire was long overdue for a trim, but it didn’t take away from how handsome he was. For whatever reason, I actually liked the rugged, rough look. After not going to the barber for a week, hair was growing out, so I actually saw and appreciated his beautiful hair.
Whenever he saw me, Billionaire would do this little smirk, which was equivalent to him flirting, but he didn’t do that tonight.
“Why you drove all the way down here by yourself? It’s late as fuck, ma, and how you get through the gate?” were the first things he asked.
At least he didn’t start off questioning me about how I knew where he lived because that would make me feel like he didn’t want me there.
