by Nicety
“Hey baby girl,” I answered.
“Hey you. I’m surprised you answered. I wasn’t going to call at first,” she sighed through the phone. “I know you’re a busy man and all and I didn’t want to disturb you.”
“You could’ve called me two days ago and I would’ve answered for you. I’m never too busy for your call.” I hoped that made her blush.
“I didn’t catch you at a bad time, did I?” She asked.
“Are you hungry, Daisy?”
“Um, yeah I guess I could eat.”
“Alright. I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Dress real nice for me,” I told her licking my lips, mouth watering just thinking about them hips. "You got me, baby?"
“I got you.”
Chapter 10
Daisy
Moments Later
Instantly after hanging up the phone, I jetted to the closet to pick out what I would wear. Thankfully, I had already taken a fresh shower just in case I ran into him outside today. My closet was full of clothes and shoes that I adored. I pulled out my red Prada pleated dress and paired it with my gold Prada purse and matching strappy sandals. Rather than flat iron my hair I decided to leave it in its curly state playing it up by beating my face to the gods.
Usually it took women hours to get dressed but as I lathered up lotion smearing it on my legs making them real nice and shiny, I was able to do it in twenty minutes flat. Heading down the stairs, mom and her man were sitting on the couch laughing while they watched Family Guy. Every time I saw her smile it made me happy that she found someone else to treat her like daddy did.
“And where are you going at this hour young lady?” Momma asked in a playful tone.
“I don’t know,” I breathed and giggled at the same time. “All I can tell you is that I’ve got a date.”
“Oh my gosh. My baby has a date.” Momma’s excitement kind of brought mine down a notch. “So when will I get my grandbabies?”
“Awe momma. Don’t take it there. At least let me get through the date first,” I joked.
“Well who is this guy? Is this the same guy that just whisked you away to Colombia at a moments notice?” She stood coming to help fiddle with my hair while I glared in the hall mirror.
“Yes momma. You know him. It’s the guy who lives next door,” I said shooing her hand away.
“Yes! Now we can be together and I won’t have to miss you when he takes you away from me and makes you his bride.” Momma poked out her lip pretending to be sad.
“Ma!” I tugged away from her. “You’re jumping light years further ahead than we are right now. Let me get through tonight please.”
The doorbell rang scaring the shit out of me. My eyes lowered hoping he didn’t hear that whole embarrassing scene. Momma anxiously yanked the door open greeting him with a big bright smile perched upon her face. If nothing else made me nervous, this did. All I could do was pray that this woman didn’t say anything too embarrassing that would make me regret ever being born.
“Well hello young man,” momma said holding out her hand to introduce herself. “I’m Daisy’s momma and that’s my old man over there. You must be the boy next door.”
“Yes ma’am, I’m Quince. It’s a pleasure and honor to meet you both.” Quince shook her hand with an eager smile on his face. “I see where Daisy gets her beauty. You are a sight for sore eyes if I do say so myself.”
“Oh stop. No go on,” Momma patted her hair like she knew she was the shit.
“Alright momma, well we are late so we need to get going. I’ll talk to you later. Okay?” I scooted out the door before she could say anything incriminating closing the door behind me and breathing a sigh of relief. “Well that was close.”
“Why do you say that? Your mom seems lovely,” Quince said as he held the door open for me to enter the car. “And you are more than stunning tonight.”
“Thank you.” My face lit up from his compliment.
Quince slid in on the other side and pulled off. My phone buzzed like crazy but I had no intention on taking any calls or texts from Embry’s jealous ass. She had the audacity to try and curse me out when I told her ass that I went to Santa Marta with Quince. She claimed she had him first. I told her ass she never had what didn’t want her.
He was never checking for her and if he wanted her she would be with him. She was just mad because I lucked up on a good one and she struck out being a ho. It was high time she learned that not all of her whorish ways would get her the things that she wanted. Instead of looking for a man to fit her lifestyle, she needed to be figuring out a future to fit it.
Quince and I drove through downtown Chicago, coming to a stop at the Smith & Wollensky Steakhouse. The valet took his keys as we stepped out and headed inside. The host escorted us to a secluded table in the far left corner of the restaurant. Quince ordered the fried calamari as an appetizer and grilled lamb chops with whipped potatoes for the both of us for the entrée. He also ordered a bottle of Franciscan Sauvignon Blanc, a fine white wine that rolled smoothly down the back of our throats. As I sat there nibbling on my delicious cuisine, I looked up noticing a young couple laughing and necking.
The female was a beautiful Caucasian woman with long red hair and a figure that most women would kill for. I noticed from across the room that she was elegantly rocking a Harry Winston wedding band on her left ring finger indicating that the couple was married. It forced me to drift off and dream about what it would be like to be happily married with someone I considered my best friend.
I sipped gulps of my wine as the couple held each other in the perfect way revealing their love for one another. I poured another big glass of wine and downed it virtually in one gulp. Quince studied me as I took a few more bites of my tasty morsels staring at them completely now and a bit buzzed from the alcohol. The man stood as his wife got up from the table and headed towards the ladies room.
He sat digging into his food never once looking up to realize that I couldn’t take my eyes off of the two of them completely envious of their love. He was totally and completely in love with his wife and it radiated through him without question. I looked over at Quince noticing he hadn’t taken his eyes off of me.
As I stared back at him I wondered if it was possible for him to love me the same way that husband at the other table loved and respected his wife. I knew I could love a man deeper than any man I’ve ever loved but I had no way of knowing if Quince was the right one. He was turning out to be perfect in every way yet I just needed some kind of sign.
“So is there anything that you want to ask me?” he asked, his utensils scraping his plate.
“No.”
“No?”
“No. Because you’ll only be guarded about the answers. I figure I’ll just learn you the more time we spend with each other.” I stuffed a piece of lamb in my mouth allowing it to melt inside.
“Is that a fact? Well what have you learned so far?”
“Hmm, let’s see. I know you have levels to your personality. I know once someone asks you something too personal you shut down completely but once you get something you’re interested in you light up. I know that whatever you do for work, it allows you to take trips at the drop of a hat. You’re a businessman who doesn’t play about his business.” I sipped my expensive wine. “And, you have great tastes. You’re very culturally diverse and can wear the hell out of a Gucci suit.”
We laughed; we both knew it was the truth. Done with my meal, I took another big gulp from my wine glass when he dropped four $100 bills on the table. There were candlelit tables sending romantic vibes all over the restaurant creating the mood for us. I signaled for the waiter and ordered something a little harder to get my nerves from stirring so much, an Amaretto Sour with light ice. That would ensure that I didn’t get plastered before I could get a good conversation in with him but still put me at ease.
I wanted to know everything about this man from his birthmark to his underwear size. The more I knew about him the more I could please
him and keep him happy if a strong relationship was to bloom. Just as the waiter was placing my drink down in front of me, I glanced up catching Quince’s observation of me. He stood walking slowly over to me with a very daunting serious look on his face. He didn’t seem happy to see me take a sip of the drink set before me but held out his hand for mine.
“Dance with me,” Quince said as I placed my hand in his and cued the bartender to turn the music up.
“Well good thing the restaurant is virtually empty or this would be a little awkward huh?”
“Naw, it would be perfect.”
His eyes glistened in the moonlight shining in from the large window. The water helped bounce the reflection through creating an ambiance to die for. Quince leaned in to kiss me. Every time he did it felt like heaven. My pussy pulsated heavily. I wanted him right then and there. Dancing may not have been awkward but fucking him on the dinner table just might have.
I couldn’t get the visions of him fucking me out of my head. I thought of him bending me over on the table and pulling my hair from the back fucking me rough and hard. All I had to do was hike my dress up and allow him to slide his dick in me nice and slow then speed it up banging every part of my uterus out until I came.
“What you thinking about?” Quince whispered in my ear.
“Huh, oh…uh. Nothing.” My palms grew sweaty. He smelled so damn good as he leaned in to gently peck my neck.
“You’ve got to be thinking about something. I can feel the heat off you.”
Yeah, my pussy is hot as fuck for you. “Nothing, I’m just…always nervous around you.”
“Why is that, baby?”
Cause your fucking deep ass voice soaks my panties and your touch makes my nipples hard. “Just being this close to you. That’s all. It’s been a while since I’ve dated.”
“I feel you. I feel something when I’m close to you too.”
“That’s what I don’t get, Quince. You were a big ol’ playa and now you’re just this sweet, kind gentle man. What makes me know that you won’t break my heart like the rest of them?”
“Because, they ain’t you.” He pecked my lips one sweet time and I liquefied. "A million of them will never compare to just one of you."
“So you just needed the right woman to come in and chip away that ice block you call a heart, huh?” I smiled looking deep into his sultry eyes.
“Now you know me.” He pulled me so tightly that I thought I would explode into his arms.
Chapter 11
Quince
The Next Minute
I inserted my tongue in her mouth wishing it were her pussy. I stroked my tongue over that plump bottom lip she had and she smiled loving it. In fact, her lush mouth had incited more than one fantasy. Over and over, I had imagined how she would look on her knees with those sensual lips parted and taking me deep. Even the thought incited me to urge her lips apart and demand entry.
A spike of pure desire filled me. I needed more of her but if I had to I would wait over a year just to touch every inch of her. It’s what a real man would do if he respected a woman as the queen she was. But I knew it wouldn’t take that long. I had already claimed her. It was the unspoken bond that ignited fusing us together. She didn't know how deep this shit could get between us but I was ready to show her that there was another side to me. It was a side most people that knew me would never get to see in this lifetime.
Daisy’s mouth flowered under mine. I breathed a sigh of relief at her absolute welcome and kissed her deeper, clutching the back of her dress with my fists and pulling her against me. In turn, she wrapped her arms around my waist and tilted her head back, offering even more of her lips. I dived back into the sweet heat of her mouth. Her velvet tongue stroked against mine. Our dancing in the empty restaurant had been slightly awkward, but this moment silenced all insecurities that may have risen.
Where I had been cautious on the dance floor, I now took full possession. She followed my every move, conforming to me like a leaf in the wind. I repositioned her mouth for optimal penetration, brushing a hand down her spine and settling a palm against the small of her back to meld there together. Her lips were like pillows to my mine and her tongue made me want to find a room right then. I grabbed the back of her head, running my fingers through her soft curly hair. A gush of wind blew over me, awakening me to her. She was a breath of fresh air.
I pressed against her belly, urgent and hot. I worried she would back away. Instead, she held me tighter and caressed her way up my shoulders as though memorizing my every muscle. Her fingers made their way up to my hair. I wore it too short so her fingers sunk into it, but she curled them against my scalp almost like a silent plea for me to come even closer. No way I was turning that down.
The kiss turned carnal. I stopped thinking as heat sizzled through my body and need took over. With our mouths still crushed together, I lifted her against me. Even in heels, she was comparatively petite against my large stature. I lifted her up with the ease of a man who worked out hard seven days a week. I pressed our chests together; her head bending down to pleasantly kiss the top of my forehead. Then my phone buzzed crazily in my pocket. If it weren’t for the fact that I just changed the game tonight, I wouldn’t have answered it.
“Hang on baby,” I said placing her down on the floor, escorting her back to the table. “Waiter, please get my lady here any dessert she wants and order me one as well. Excuse me baby. I have to take this.”
“Handle your business, baby,” she said like the phone call didn’t even bother her. I liked that shit. That meant she supported a nigga one hundred percent.
I stepped to the patio doors overlooking the Chicago River, gazing back to make sure Daisy was straight over at the table before I answered the call. “Yeah.”
“Quince, what’s up with you brother?” Mata Amigos asked.
“Mata, what’s good with you?”
“You tell me, sir. You haven’t been copping work lately brother. You broke or what?” I could tell by the inflection in his voice that he was annoyed as shit.
“I’m not looking to work right now. I’m laying low for a little while, taking a break if you will homie,” I lied.
“A break? Where they take breaks at brother? Nobody takes breaks when you’re getting money motherfucka,” he paused as the phone call grew silent for a second. “Are you serious?”
“Man, I gotta step back for a minute. You know how it is.” I straightened my tie even though I knew he couldn’t see it. “When I get on, I’ll let you know.”
“Ah, Quince. You are becoming bad for business. We have been doing business for too long for you to just bail out on me like this now. Have I not been good to you brother?”
“Real good, Mata. Real good.” My attention turned towards Daisy enjoying a white dessert in a wine glass. “But there’s nothing I can do right now.”
“What the fuck you doing out there? Fucking up your money or something? Chicago can’t go through a drought. Not under my watch.” Mata grew angrier.
“So supply your other spots with more work then. You were getting along well long before I came along homie. I just can’t fuck with it right now,” I assured him.
The phone grew silent once again. I could tell he was heated from the puffing and aggravation noises he sent through the phone. There was nothing I could do for Mata. Yeah, he put Montana and me on back in the day but it was a new day and with that came new product.
Mata was beating us out charging us too much for the product and every year he would go up a percentage. There was no way we were going to reach the status we deserved after putting in all the work we did. He knew what he was doing. His goal was to keep us stagnant and complacent so we wouldn't go anywhere else. So for that he would have to suffer through his pockets the same we did.
“When you get right, Quince, you fucking call me. You got that? You fucking call me mane.”
“I got you.” I hung up without waiting for his response.
Unscathed by t
he contents of the phone call I headed back into the restaurant. She sat there wiggling a little in her seat in excitement at the wonderful looking dessert in her glass. She spooned a little bit of it from her glass holding it out for me to get a taste as I straightened my suit jacket taking a seat and welcoming her feeding.
“You okay?” she asked looking concerned.
“Yeah. I’m excellent,” I responded. “Oh now that shit is bangin’.”
“Yeah, I know right. It’s a cherry cheesecake shooter. It literally melts in your mouth.”
“I can think of something better that would melt in my mouth,” I nodded giving the hint back to our hot and heavy dance session.
“Quince, I’ve gotta tell you something.” Her eyes turned down inside of her glass turning her mood solemn.
“Ah shit. Don’t tell me nothing crazy like you’re a lesbian or some shit.” I stopped to think. “Actually that wouldn’t really be so bad, hell, not as long as I can join.”
“Are you serious?”
“Huh? Naw, naw. But um, what’s up though?” I asked slipping some cheesecake in my mouth.
“I’ve never actually been with…with a man before.” Her eyes darted up to mine instantly.
“Oh okay, so you do like girls then?” I asked feeling confused.
“Ugh, what’s with you and the whole lesbian thing? You’re such a damn freak.” Daisy shook her head but cracked a smile alerting me that she wasn’t as mad as I initially thought. “No Quince. I’m mean, I’ve never been with anyone. Ever. At all. In bed.”
“Oh. OH!” I felt slow as hell that it took me a while to get that thought registered in my head. "Damn, for real? How old are you again?”