“What’s in this bag? You got me something?” She beamed as she took the bag from our son.
In the meantime, I set down the other items that I had him pick out to give her tomorrow.
“Nah, this for my girl. I got you something else, though,” he told her, and she let out a grunt.
“Chillllleeeee. Do men come twice your age, twice your size, and height? What a real girl gotta do for a nigga to get me some Gucci sneaks for Valentine’s Day? You got moneyyyyy cousinnnn,” Roheem told my son.
“Gone out with that shit, man,” I said to Roheem.
He laughed and waved me off. “Billionaire, when are you going to learn to accept me for me? This is how I am! Don’t hate!” Roheem said.
“Do you, by all means. Just calm that hot shit down when you’re talking to mine! Come here, Bill. Daddy about to dip,” I said to my son.
He walked over to me, and I gave him a hug and kissed the top of his head. He had left the shoes on the couch, right next to his mama, and she was being nosey. I gave the bags that belonged to Sidnesha to my son and told him to hide it in his room. He did, and then he came back out, so he could eat his dinner in the dining room.
“So, tell me, Billion, what does a rich nigga like yourself get his woman for Valentine’s Day?” Roheem asked me.
“Ion got no woman. What your nigga getting you?” I replied.
“Shit, which one? Mommy better get spoiled tomorrow, or I’m cutting all them niggas off,” Roheem spat.
I ain’t want no parts of this conversation, so I was about to head out.
“That fine piece of chocolate that you brought to my job, you ain’t get her nothing for tomorrow? Aww! Poor lil tink tink,” Roheem kept on.
I laughed.
“I got so much shit in the back of my car for her that my trunk could hardly close. Send me pictures of my fly guy tomorrow, Nesha. I’m about to dip. You straight?” I asked her.
“I don’t like how you’re encouraging this girlfriend shit that your son has going on! Really, Billion? Why would you allow him to get that little girl some five-hundred-dollar sneakers? If a little boy sent shoes like that to your daughter, you would have a fuckin’ fit,” Sidnesha spat to me.
I knew the shit was coming because she had been way too fuckin’ calm. She wouldn’t let me walk up out of there without bitching about something.
“Nesha, it’s cool. It’s innocent. We talking about a little ass elementary crush that he got. Don’t act like them niggas wasn’t crushing on you back in the day. If you’re so uncomfortable, and you don’t want him having a lil friend, then you have that conversation with him. Maybe I’m tripping, but right now, the shit just seems innocent to me. Enjoy your night, man, and good job with handling your business,” I said, pointing down at all the packages that were on the floor.
I knew Sidnesha. She could give two fucks about the fact that our son had a lil girlfriend. She was mad because I entertained Roheem and commented on what I’d gotten for Normani. Granted, I wasn’t even trying to brag or no shit like that, but Roheem and his fuckin’ mouth. He just had a way of pushing a nigga there, which is why I always tried not to engage in conversation when I got around his ass.
I made sure that my son was good one last time, and then I dipped. I wanted to play phone sex tonight with Normani, so I hoped her ass answered for me.
“Oh my. I just want to take you home with me. Huh? Can I take you home with me, juicy man? You are toooo adorable. Mommy and daddy, you are blessed,” I said to the parents of my newest patient, baby Braxton.
He was only two weeks old but was growing by the second. His mom let me know not too long ago that he hogs up all the breast milk any chance he gets. I was around children all the time because of my profession, but it was just something about being around these newborns that had my baby fever through the roof. It made me want to go ahead and find a husband so I could give him so many babies.
This little boy was in my arms, looking up at me with those doe shaped eyes, and he was hanging onto every word that I was saying to him. He had a mean hold on my finger too. I’d already checked his vitals and everything, and he was good to go, but I was holding him hostage.
His parents sat not too far from me, and I could see all the admiration in their eyes for their son. It was February, Valentine’s Day to be exact, so the weather in Miami was just a bit cool. They had little man dressed in a gray sweatsuit with a pair of white Air Force Ones on his feet. I just couldn’t handle all the cuteness that was coming from him. He had beautiful, jet black curls, and as I talked to him, he had the nerve to be looking at me, like he knew what I was saying.
I knew that I needed to go ahead and give him back to his parents because, in a second, I was going to say that I wanted one of my own.
“You need to go ahead and have one, Dr. Davidson. I see the baby fever written all over your face,” the mom said as I handed her back her baby.
The mom’s name was Sydney. She had a two-year-old daughter, who was also my client, but it wasn’t her check-up today, so she hadn’t come into the office with them. I went over to the sink and washed my hands, then dried them off with some paper towels.
“With the number of babies that I see every day, I feel like I have kids already,” I said, followed by a laugh.
I stood off to the side with my arms crossed, watching as they put baby Braxton into his car seat. In just a matter of minutes, he was already trying to close his eyes and get a little nap in. I had never been this thirsty over a baby before, which is why I was lowkey ready for them to head out. For a moment, I thought about how I would be as a mother. Parents told me all time how good I would be with my own kid, but a responsibility as big as having a child, I knew it just had to be with the right person.
Baby Braxton was my last client before lunch. I was going to just shoot across the street and get a salad, then I would come back once I took my hour. I’m not even going to lie; I was a little bit in my feelings that Billionaire didn’t even bother to text or call me this morning to say happy Valentine’s Day. He acted like he was so into me, and he made it seem like he wanted to be in a relationship with me so bad, but then he pulls something like this. This is the reason why I protected my heart so fiercely.
Knowing him, he was probably on a date with another woman. It was either that, or he was mad that I didn’t pick up his Facetime call last night. For one, I didn’t expect him to call so late, so I was wrapping up one of my writing sessions. Once I finished, I had every intention of going to bed because I knew how early I had to be up this morning.
I could use those excuses because they sounded good, but I think I didn’t answer the phone for him because yesterday afternoon, when he and I had a Facetime call, he started speaking on sexual things that he would do to my body, and I actually enjoyed hearing those things. It was because of him that these days, I was allowing sexual thoughts to fill my mind. I could only imagine the things that he would have said to me last night over the phone, so I played it smart when I chose not to answer.
“You three enjoy your Valentine’s Day. See you back in three weeks,” I said to Sydney and her husband.
They wished me the same and left.
I stayed in the room for a few seconds, and then I left, closing the door behind me. The second I got into the hallway, I noticed that there was a commotion going on in the lobby. Mainly, I saw a lot of the nurses standing around, and I heard a bunch of “awws.” From where I was standing, all I could see was a person holding all kinds of Valentine’s Day gifts in their hands.
I saw a huge teddy bear that was bigger than me. There were beautiful red, white, and pink roses, a huge assortment basket that had all types of stuff in it was on the floor, and balloons. The person was even carrying three big Gucci shopping bags. I sighed, thinking to myself that whoever was the recipient of all that stuff was truly loved.
For years, my Valentine’s Day had always been spent at home with me just ordering take-out or something. Each year, I c
ame to work and watched as the nurses were showered with gifts all day. My daddy would usually send flowers to the office, which would be waiting for me on my desk by the time I made it to work, but I assumed that he’d forgotten to do it this year.
“Dr. Davidson. Lady, where are you going? That fine piece of man has been standing in the lobby for the past five minutes, asking for you. Girlllll, I would kill to be you right now,” one of the nurses, whose name was Jackie, came over to me and said.
She was damn near dragging me to the lobby area of the doctor’s office. I could feel myself shaking as I neared the figure, and I thought that Jackie was playing a cruel joke on me. But when the figure eventually turned around, I smiled because it was Billionaire standing there, holding all those gifts in his hands, like it was my birthday. I froze right in my spot, and my hands went over my mouth because I was in such shock.
On the phone, he acted like he came from out of space and had never even heard of Valentine’s Day. I wasn’t even expecting a card from him because when I brought Valentine’s Day up, he seemed so uninterested. I guess he had to do that to keep it a surprise. Billionaire looked so handsome right now, dressed in his all-white. He wore a white, long sleeved Polo dress shirt with a couple of the buttons undone, so everyone in the lobby was blessed to see his chest. I wasn’t surprised that he was sagging in his white, Levi jeans and showing off his white Louis Vuitton belt. White, low top Louis Vuitton sneakers were on his feet, and he smelled so good. I wasn’t even that close to him, and I could smell him.
The chain around his neck with the word, Billion, was blinding us all. His waves looked just as good as they did any other day. That beard he loved to tickle me with every time we kissed was nice and full. The fact that I knew Billionaire was so rough around the edges, yet he came in there bearing all of those gifts for me like he was Santa Claus, just made him look more appealing than he ever had before. It was the fact that he even took the time out of his day to do this for me because I knew how busy he often was.
Here I was, prepared to delete his number from my phone and possibly block him after not receiving a Valentine’s Day text or phone call from him this morning. You would have thought that he was getting ready to propose to me because people had their phones out and were recording this moment. I knew so many of the ladies around the office were shocked about what was taking place.
It was no secret that I didn’t have a man. Everyone in that office had tried to tell me about a male cousin, brother, or friend that they had for me to hook up with. No matter what, I always turned them down. Women in there had actually witnessed single male fathers come into the office and try to take me on a date, but I would always turn them down. Not only were they shocked about what was unfolding, but I was pretty sure that they were even more shocked about my taste in men.
It was no secret that I was heavily involved in my father’s church or that I wrote Christian children’s books, so they probably saw me with a man… hmm, let’s just say quite different from Billionaire.
“You scared? Come here,” was the first thing he said to me.
With a silly, goofy smile on my face, I walked over to him. As private as I was… as much as I didn’t like to involve people in my business, especially when it came to my personal life, nothing was going to stop me from wrapping my arms around his neck, standing on my tippy toes, and kissing him on his lips. Our kiss held so much passion that I literally could no longer deny the fact that Billionaire and I shared something. It was the way my stomach felt like it was in knots as we kissed each other with so much heat.
I the midst of all the “awws” and applause, leave it to Billionaire to take it up another level and squeeze my booty. When I pulled away, I didn’t even realize that I was crying. My tears are what made everyone get back to business and doing their work. They left me with him, so I could have my moment with the man who had made me an emotional wreck in the first place.
“What you crying for?” he asked, wiping the tears that were flowing from my eyes.
I laughed through my tears and then shrugged.
“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.
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