by Bailey West
I’ve never been in love before. Since I’ve never been in love, I didn’t think I would recognize it if it ever happened to me but I’m certain that I am in love with Zora. Who would have ever thought that it would happen to me? But it has. She gets me. She hasn’t tried to change me into what she wants me to be, she rolls with me just the way that I am. She doesn’t ask for anything. Which makes me want to give her the world. She gives me space to create, but when I need her close, she curls up right next to me. I have to force her to let me pay when we go out. There have been a couple times where she’s paid the bill without me knowing. After each occurrence, I hid money in her purse or in her car. She told me to stop giving her money. I told her to stop paying when we go out. She hasn’t stopped trying to pay, so I haven’t stopped hiding money for her.
She encourages all my ideas and ventures. I haven’t told her that I love her, but I hope that my actions show it.
12
Tonight is Ezekiel’s signature kit release party. I am so nervous like I am going to be the one on the stage. He doesn’t seem fazed. Zanetta’s style team came to Houston for the occasion.
She and Roman just got back from their honeymoon. I think Zanetta has a permanent smile on her face. Before the glam team started on my hair and make-up, I pulled Nette into a private area so that we could talk.
“So, how was it?”
“How was what?”
“Zanetta, don’t get cussed out. How was everything on the honeymoon but specifically the D?”
She chuckled.
“Everything was great, but the D was phenomenal!”
We slapped a high five and laughed.
“No, for real. He has been very patient but passionate at the same time. He shows me how to touch him and pleasure him. He talks to me about our experiences to find out what I like and don’t like. I like sex, Sissy.”
“Sex is amazing when it’s with someone you love and who loves you.”
“Love? Are we talking about me or you?”
“Both,” I smiled.
“Wow, does he feel the same way?”
“I don’t…”
“Z,” I heard Ezekiel call from the other side of the door.
“I’m in here with Nette,” I called out.
He came into the room.
“Oh, what are you two in here talking about?”
“None of your business, Creep! You are so nosey.” Zanetta smiled.
“You think you grown now ‘cause you married little girl?”
“Shut up Zeke,” Zanetta rolled her eyes.
“Z, what were you talking about?” Ezekiel turned his attention to me.
“Zeke, she said none of your business.”
“You’re not going to tell me?” He moved closer and ran his finger from my neck to the end of the V of my tee-shirt. I knew that look of mischief in his eyes.
“Zeke, stop playing.”
“What?” He leaned down to kiss my neck. My head moved involuntarily to give him access to my neck. “I’m just asking a question. You know I could get it out of you if I wanted to, right?” He kissed my neck again. I moved my hands to his chest with the intention of pushing him away, but they rested there instead. He pulled me closer so I could feel his erection through his shorts.
“Zeke, you play too much.” I finally found the strength to push him away. He knows I can’t deny him when he touches me a certain way.
“I’ll find out later,” he laughed and walked out of the room.
I felt like I need to adjust my clothes even though nothing was out of place. After I finished pulling on my shirt, I looked at Nette.
“Dang, now I’m turned on.”
We laughed.
“He plays too much!”
We laughed again.
“So, you haven’t told him how you feel about him?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“I’m sure he feels the same way. Look at the way he fusses over you and always wants to be around you.”
I don’t know when I realized I’d fallen in love with Ezekiel but I have. At some point, my strong like for him evolved into love. I thought that I knew what love was, but he’s shown me something totally different. His main goal is to make sure I’m satisfied. He takes care of me mentally and physically. I can talk to him about everything. He hasn’t tried to get me to go to church, but he shares Roman’s message topics with me. He takes BJ with him every Sunday, never making me feel guilty about staying home. He gets me and it’s a wonderful feeling.
“Yeah, I hope so. Anyway, enough about me. What did Roman think of the tattoo?”
“He loved it!” she beamed. “Sissy, I think I fell more in love with him during our honeymoon. The way he touches me and is always concerned about how I feel and what I need…I can’t ask for anything better.”
I swooned.
“Aww, Sissy. I am so happy for you. How long were you sore after the first time?”
“Girl, I’m still sore! It ain’t stopping nothing though!”
“And orgasms?”
“Every time.”
“That’s what I’m talking about!” We slapped hands again.
After our conversation, Zanetta’s team and Marlan; Zeke’s loctician went to work. Marlan worked on twisting Ezekiel’s locs while Nette’s hair stylist flat ironed my hair. As soon as Marlan lowered the lid of the dryer, Zeke fell asleep. He’s been going non-stop between getting ready for this release party and practicing for Lyrica’s tour, he’s been busy. Everyone in the room was speaking in hushed tones so we wouldn’t wake him up. My poor baby is exhausted.
Zanetta dressed me in a blush colored cigarette pant jumpsuit. The top of the jumpsuit had a sweetheart neckline. She handed me a pair of crisscrossed strappy sandals that buckled around my ankle. The straps were a sparkly material while the back of the shoe was painted cork.
“These are amazing.”
“I know, right? These Bluette men and their taste in shoes.”
“Huh? Who picked these out?”
“Zeke did. He asked me to match your outfit to them for tonight.”
I smiled, “He did?”
“Yep.”
My outfit was completed with a gold teardrop necklace that rested between by breast, gold hoops, and a painted cork clutch purse.
Zanetta was killing it in a black catsuit that she wore under a long red duster. She wore strappy black heels and carried a black clutch.
“Did Roman see what you were wearing tonight?”
“No,” she laughed. “He’s going to like it. Don’t you think?”
“I don’t think you will be at the event very long once he sees you.”
“Good, that’s my plan.” she winked.
Yes! I am loving this sexually active Sissy!
The men went to the venue early. They sent a car for Zanetta and me.
The venue was buzzing with photographers, reporters and musicians. People were snapping pictures, posing for pictures and doing interviews.
“Mrs. Bluette, Doctor Zora.” Percy met us at our car.
“Hey Percy, don’t you look handsome.” I complimented him on his black slim fit suit that he paired with a black shirt and skinny black tie.
“Both of you look stunning.”
“Thank you,” we both said as we linked arms with him while he led us through the crowd.
He directed us to a table right in front of the stage.
“This is your table. The fellas will join you later.”
“Thanks, Percy.”
“No problem.”
I turned to Zanetta, “This is so exciting. I’m nervous like I’m about to do something.”
“I know,” she smiled. “I’m so proud of Zeke.”
“Me too.”
The event began with two men on the small stage that was in the center of the room. They talked about the process of creating a unique product for Ezekiel and how much fun he was to work with.
“Without further ado, we present Ezekiel Go
lden Drummer Bluette on his signature drum kit.”
Someone yelled from the back of the room, “One, two, three!”
All of a sudden, a marching band dressed in blue and gold uniforms filled the room. The drum majors wore their signature hats as they led the band down the aisles of the room playing one of Ezekiel’s songs. This was the band that won the competition. Ezekiel donated drums and cymbals for the entire drumline. The band’s music slowed as the spotlight landed on Roman and he began playing a melody on the keyboard.
“Yes!” Zanetta screamed when he started playing.
Then you heard the rumblings of a bass drum and what sounded like a million cymbals as all the lights in the venue rested on Ezekiel. The marching band accompanied him for a portion of the song then he performed a solo.
My heart pounded with excitement, anticipation of what he would do next, pride and love. He looked delicious in his black sleeveless t-shirt showing off his toned and tattooed arms.
He played a couple of songs accompanied by Roman and a small band that consisted of a lead guitar, bass guitar, and saxophone.
When he finished the lights in the room came up. He stood from his stool smiling and out of breath. The room erupted in applause followed by a standing ovation.
“They were amazing!” I smiled at Zanetta.
“Yes, they are.” She smiled without taking her eyes off Roman.
The look on Roman’s face was priceless when he took in Zanetta’s full ensemble. I don’t know if he was supposed to leave the stage, but he did and headed straight towards her.
They are so cute.
Ezekiel’s eyes scanned the room until they locked with mine. He smiled and winked.
I smiled and winked back.
Someone handed Ezekiel a microphone, “I would like to say thank you to…”
As he was talking, Percy came and tapped me on the shoulder.
“Doctor Chambers, Zeke wants you to meet him in the back in his dressing room.”
I leaned over and told Nette I would be back, but she and Roman were too busy staring each other down to notice my departure. I stood and followed Percy to the back of the venue.
He opened the door to the small dressing room. I stood inside waiting for Ezekiel to join me. About ten minutes later he burst through the door all smiles.
“Babe! You had an amazing performance!”
He kissed me quickly and removed his shirt. I hiked up one eyebrow.
“We about to get down like that?”
He laughed, “You’re silly. No, I need to take a quick shower and change into my suit.”
“I was about to say…”
I laughed as he moved past me and disappeared through a door that I didn’t realize was a bathroom. He reemerged a few minutes later with a towel around his waist.
He walked toward me smiling.
“Now.”
He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me into his chest. We kissed like we hadn’t just seen each other a couple minutes ago. Instead, we kissed like we were long lost lovers who had just encountered each other again.
“Stop playing, woman. We have to get back out here to this party.”
“You started it,” I replied with my arms around his waist. “What I want to do is snatch this towel from around your waist and take in a mouthful, but like you said, we have a party to get to.”
“Why would you say something like that knowing I have to get back out there? You’re getting it tonight. For this little stunt and for not telling me what you and Lil Sis were talking about earlier.”
I laughed as he turned from me to put on his suit.
Nette chose his suit. She put him in a gray suit with a gold plaid detail. He wore a vest with the same print under the jacket. His white shirt was left open instead of wearing a tie. She chose gray loafers to finish off the ensemble. He looked good enough to eat.
“This look okay?” He asked turning to me from the mirror.
“You look delicious,” I said as I adjusted the white handkerchief that was sticking out of his jacket pocket.
“Thank you, Z. So, do you.” He leaned in and kissed me again before taking my hand and leading us out of the dressing room.
We walked out into the party that was in full swing. There was food and a DJ. People were eating, dancing and drinking. I left Ezekiel to mingle with the guests, while I went to find Nette. I didn’t want to cramp his style.
I found Zanetta sitting with Roman and Paxton.
I sat next to her and whispered, “What did he think of your outfit?”
She smiled and said, “We’re leaving soon.”
A few minutes later Roman said something to her in her ear that made her giggle. He announced they were leaving. I hugged them both, and they left.
I scooted next to Paxton.
“Pax, why didn’t you bring a date tonight?”
“I don’t have time to date, Zora.”
“Can I ask you something without you getting offended?”
“I don’t offend easily.”
“Do you like women or…”
“Are you asking me if I’m gay?”
I nodded my head.
“I’m not gay, Zora. I just don’t have time for the games. I’m at a point in my life where I want to find my wife. I want to be with someone that wants me for me. I’m a lot to take on.”
“I understand. I wasn’t trying to be in a relationship either. It just sort of snuck up on me.”
“I hear you. I think that’s how it works. You find that one person when you are not looking for them. Women are constantly telling me what they can do for me or to me. Sometimes I want to take them up on their offers, but I know that anyone that is bold enough to come at me like that is not the one I want to introduce to Grace and Roland. Then there’s Nigel and Giselle, my biological parents…she has to be built for me.”
I had never heard him mention his biological parents.
“I respect that.”
“I can’t just bring anyone around my family. There is no way I am going to expose my nephew to the likes of these women that I have come across.”
“Thank you for accepting BJ as your family.”
“Please! Thank you for letting me. When I introduce you to a woman, she will be my wife.”
“Got it.”
We talked for a little while longer before he decided it was time to leave.
“Excuse me,” I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned around and was eye to eye with a woman looking like she was concerned about something. “You’re Ezekiel’s date correct?”
“Yes, I am.”
“I need to share something with you about Ezekiel.”
“Okay…”
At first, I was going to say no thank you, but I wasn’t sure who she was so I listened. I stood from my table to talk to her.
“My name is Lindsay. Ezekiel and I dated on again off again for several years.”
My bullshit meter went off when she used the word “dated.” I know she is about to say some stupid crap because Ezekiel doesn’t date…well didn’t date.
“He started out being a sweetheart as I am sure he is with you right now. Eventually because of the way he is, his nature, he will cheat on you. Just like he cheated on me. I know for a fact that he is not only with you. There are at least two other women who he’s dating or at least kicking it with. That’s how he operates.”
I processed what she said before I lightly grabbed her elbow and moved her to a more secluded area.
“You’re having dick withdrawals, huh? No, no I get it. If he ever decided to stop giving it to me, I would be out at public events making a fool of myself just like you, trying to get it back. It’s superb, right? What’s your favorite position? Mine is the one where he is behind me, and he uses his hands to put that arch in my back…whew, it gets me every time.”
I fanned myself with my hand.
“You say there are at least two other women he is currently dating? Wow, the dick downs I get are supe
rb, and that’s only like half the dick if I’m sharing it with two other women. Wait, not even half more like thirty-three percent. I’ve had some whole dick that doesn’t compare to the percent I’m getting from him. As a matter of fact, it’s so good that I would be willing to call those other two broads sister wives just so he won’t take it from me. Shit, let’s all live together in harmony!”
The look of disdain on her face was hilarious. I held back my laugh, but it was hard.
“He will get tired of you just like he does everyone else. You’re not special. As a matter of fact, you’re basic. Who still wears blue contacts?” she spat angrily.
“Maybe I’m not special. Probably could be called basic. Blue contacts…okay,” I shrugged my shoulders. “What’s for sure is that after this event is over, I’m going back to his house, which I’m positive you’ve never been inside of. I’m going to get onto his California king bed, which I’m sure you’ve never seen. Then I am going to let him do some extremely nasty things to me. I’m talking about triple X-rated things. Without a condom.
For the record, I was decorous this time, but if you ever come at me again about my man or what he is doing, it’s going to be catastrophic for you. Enjoy the rest of the party.” I smiled and walked away from her.
I knew it was just a matter of time before some thirsty, slut bucket tried me over Ezekiel. I don’t know what she thought was going to happen, but I rides for mine!
I found Ezekiel standing with a group of people.
“There you are! I was looking for you,” he smiled and pulled me close to him.
“I just met someone who thought she was your ex-girlfriend.”
He threw his head back and laughed. He noticed I wasn’t laughing then said, “Are you serious?”
“Yes,” I shook my head.
“Who?” He looked at me with concern on his face.
“Lindsay.”
“Lindsay? She was never my girlfriend. What the hell? She was here?”
“Yes, I know, and yes she was here.”
He looked around the room angrily before I used my hand to direct his face back to me.