Page 28 of One Lonely Night In Dubai
“Anything you want, Perfect.”
CHAPTER 15
SOSA
The way Vega had me running around from business to business while he focused on the casino and Tray’s leads had me tired than a bitch, but that didn’t stop me from making time for Perfect. If I had known the secret to getting her ass to open up was just letting her talk to Quick’s big mouth ass, I would’ve been done that, but now that she had, I wasn’t letting up off her. I was on my way to her crib after leaving the dispensary, and I had a couple of Rice Krispie treat edibles for us since we were kicking it at her crib that night.
It had only been a couple of days since that blow up at her job, so she was still suspended. Although I’d broken her off the money she’d missed out on, I still felt bad as fuck. I was even willing to beat her supervisor’s ass if it made her feel better, but when I offered to do that shit, she wasn’t fucking with it. I probably still would and make it look like a robbery, so she wouldn’t think it was me.
Shaking my head at the crazy shit I was willing to do for her, I pulled up next to her car and climbed out, straightening my sweats. It was one of those days that felt more like October than May, and I’d dressed accordingly. I hit the locks and made my way to the building, not paying any attention to the loud assnigga I heard yelling since crazy ass shit went on all the time. I was good as fuck at minding my own business, and that’s what I planned to do until I heard Perfect’s voice next. That shit had me picking up the pace.
When I finally reached her floor, my jaw tightened upon seeing a nigga at her door, looking aggressive as fuck. Since his back was to me, he didn’t see me approaching, and neither did Perfect until I was right behind him.
“Get the fuck back up out her face!” I barked, shoving him back a couple of feet. He recovered quickly, spinning around with his face twisted in a rage as I stepped in front of Perfect.
“Who the fuck are you? You already out here being a hoe, Bliss?” He tried to look past me at her, and I hooked his jaw, this time making him fall on his ass, dazed.
“Sosa!” Perfect’s scary ass shrieked, but she didn’t make a move as I waited for that nigga to get up. It took him a second to shake off the hit, but when he did, he climbed to his feet and tried to rush me. Done fighting, I pulled my gun from my hip, stopping his ass in his tracks. He stood there heaving as he looked down the barrel and swiped his bleeding nose.
“Get the fuck outta here before I make this shit a crime scene,” I gritted hoping he took that shit seriously.
“You gon’ let this nigga shoot me, Bliss? That’s what we doin’?” He kept his eyes on me but spoke directly to Perfect, pissing me off because I could feel her gripping the back of my hoodie with her face pressed against it.
“You see where she at, nigga. Don’t fuckin’ talk to her. She ain’t gottaletme do shit! Take yo’ ass on!” If looks could kill, I would’ve been dead as fuck, but he finally walked off with a nod, swiping his nose again. I caught sight of the ring on his finger and started to follow his ass, but Perfect pulled me back.
“Sosa, no! What are you doin’?” She’d suddenly gained the strength of a hundred men and was able to pull me all the wayinside her crib. Quickly looking out the door, she slammed it shut and hit the locks, breathing heavily.
“That was your ex?” I quizzed, pulling my phone out so I could text Quick.
“Yeah, but we broke up a minute ago. I don’t even know why he popped up over here. We haven’t talked in weeks!” She paced in front of me, fanning her face, and I realized she was worried.
I thought some other shit was going on. Tucking my gun back, I pulled her thick ass to me and looked over her face intently.
“Fuck that nigga,” I told her. “You straight, though? He ain’t touch you, did he?” I put the shit I was thinking in the back of my mind and focused on making sure she was okay. She was still breathing all hard, heart pounding and shit, making me want to go looking for that nigga, but I was going to see him soon enough, though.
“I?yes, I’m fine, and no he didn’t hit me. He had only just got here, that’s why I opened the door ’cause I thought it was you. Are you okay?” She grabbed the hand I’d punched that nigga with and looked it over, making me chuckle.
“Girl, I’m good. That nigga ain’t on shit.” I wasn’t at all worried about his ass, but I could tell from the look on her face that she was. I didn’t like that shit at all. The fact that she only hummed even as lines appeared in her forehead wasn’t helping, and I leaned away. “If you ain’t comfortable here tonight, we can go to my crib,” I offered, although I didn’t think that nigga was stupid enough to come back.
Surprise flashed across her face like I hadn’t been trying to get her ass over to my house since I met her fine ass.
“Can we?” She perked right up, and I couldn’t help chuckling.
“Yeah, go pack a bag or whatever.”
She excitedly leaned up and pecked my lips, shocking us both. Despite cuddling and hugs, we hadn’t gone any further,but I’d definitely been meaning to see what her lips felt like. They were damn sure as soft as I’d expected, and I couldn’t help leaning in for a deeper kiss. She reached up, caressing the back of my head while I held her tighter. When I felt my dick coming alive, I pulled away. I wasn’t trying to go there with her before she was ready, especially when she’d just kissed me for the first time. The way her nose wrinkled with irritation was cute as fuck, and I dropped a couple quick kisses on her lips.
“Go get your stuff so we can go, I forced out, not really wanting to release her. She clearly felt the same but still went to do what I said. My eyes watched her plump ass jiggle in the sweats she was wearing, and I had to readjust my dick. It was going to be hard as hell sleeping with her under the same roof and not trying to slide up in her, but I was confident in my willpower.
Perfect came out a few minutes later with a small but overstuffed gym bag, and I quickly took it from her hands. “This everything?” I teased, and her eyes widened.
“No, I gotta get my hair stuff!” The way she dipped out of the living room had me chuckling to myself because I already knew how women were when they packed a damn bag, but I wasn’t going to tell her that shit. When she came back, she was holding a bonnet, some type of curler, and a bunch of other shit that I guessed went on her head. “Okay,nowI’m ready.” She beamed, adding the other shit to the bag while I held it open for her.
“You sure? You might wanna fold your bed up and toss it in this muthafucka too”, I cracked, and she playfully rolled her eyes.
“I mean, if yours ain’t comfortable, just say that,” her smart ass was quick to say, letting me know she was planning to sleep in my shit. I wasn’t going to tell her no, but I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to handle her scooting that ass up on me.
“Nah, my bed will have you not wanting to come home,” I found myself admitting, and Perfect smirked.
