Page 51 of Whatever It Takes
He chuckled, running his hands up and down my thighs. “I knew you would. Journey picked them out.”
“I’m surprised you could lift my heavy ass. Your knees didn’t even buckle.”
“Baby, your little 210 ain’t nothing.”
I sucked my teeth, “I keep forgetting you’re literally an athlete.”
“Exactly. We’re going toSilk & Smoketonight. You can go upstairs and start getting ready. You know it takes you forever.I’m gonna grab our bags. There’s a surprise for you on the bed. First room to the right.”
I made my way upstairs, admiring the nicely decorated cabin. The social media videos didn’t do them any justice. Everything looked brand new. I pushed the bedroom door open and then turned on the light. I shook my head, picking up the olive-green lingerie set he’d laid out on the bed. He was going to rip it off me anyway.
By the time I was getting out of the shower, Saint was undressing to get in. His tongue swiped across his bottom lip as his eyes swept over my towel-wrapped body. “Nope, don’t touch me. I just got out of the shower!” I swatted his hands away from me as I walked past him.
He smacked his lips, “Just let me eat it real quick.”
“Nooo. First, it’s let me eat it real quickthen it’s just let me put the tip in.” He chuckled and smacked me on the ass, then headed into the ensuite bathroom. I decided to wear a dark-colored jean miniskirt with the matching jean jacket. I left the first two buttons undone, showing off my cleavage. My thigh-high snake print boots added a nice touch to my outfit. I curled my hair and gave myself a soft, natural beat.
“You look delicious, baby.” Saint complimented as he helped me into the passenger seat of his truck.
“Thank you, love bug. You look pretty good yourself.” I blew him a kiss, getting comfortable in my seat. He wore a pair of dark-washed jeans with a white designer shirt. My man looks good in anything he wears.
The ride to the lounge was swift. As we arrived, I saw the line outside went around the block. I hadn’t expected it to be so crowded on a Monday. Saint provided our names to the bouncer at the entrance, and we were quickly led to a circular booth towards the back. I admired the dimly lit establishment.
“This place is so nice. The videos I’ve seen online did it no justice.” I gushed, looking over a menu. I hadn’t eaten anything besides the snacks on the drive here. I swear my stomach was touching my back.
“Yeah, this shit is nice. I know Block paid a pretty penny for this shit.” He responded, pulling me closer to him. The smell of his earthy cologne invaded my nostrils. When I went shopping, I bought him a bottle ofPrada Paradigme. The fragrance meshed well with his natural scent.
“You know the owner?” I asked.
He nodded, “Yeah, Block went to college with me. His father is the grandson of one of the founding families.”
“You literally know everybody. Sometimes I forget you’re famous. Wait. Why don’t you have security with you?”
“I always have security. Just because you don’t see them, doesn’t mean they’re not around.”
We chatted for a while until the waiter came to take our orders. I allowed Saint to order for me. It’d become a routine since our first date. 112’sAnywhereflowed throughout the lounge as I swayed to the music, sipping my dragon fruit lemon drop. Saint leaned closer to me, whispering the words into my ear. I snickered, mushing his nasty ass away.
“I’m glad you’re in better spirits, Papa,” I said, turning to face him. I reached up to caress his face, running my fingers through his beard. He’d been growing it thicker these past few weeks, and I was falling in love with it.
“I can’t dwell on the disappointment. That shit hurt, but at least I tried. If this DNA isn’t a match to the remains, then I give up. I just hate how I got my mom’s hopes up. Then we had to come back and deal with Serenity’s bullshit.”
Once Saint and Miss Jackie came back from Georgia, Serenity broke the news about her pregnancy. To our surprise, she already knew. Once she realized her dreams of fish weren’tabout me, she knew it was Serenity. She took it better than we expected, and the situation was handled quickly. Serenity pinned the father of her child on some athlete at her school. I knew it was wrong to keep the truth from Saint, but Dru promised to handle Pee for me. I couldn’t let him ruin his career over this shit. By the end of the week, Pee would be locked in a prison cell for the rest of his life. His perverted ass deserves everything he has coming for him.
“It’s not your fault. You were just trying to get closure. You’re not wrong for that. Things didn’t go as planned, and that’s okay. Everything is going to work out exactly how it’s supposed to.”
The food was amazing, and I was stuffed, but we weren’t ready to leave yet. I’d ordered a blueberry mint hookah and a few rounds of shots. I glanced over at Saint as I slowly inhaled the hookah. His eyes were already on me.
“Come here.” He motioned me closer to him.
“I’m already as close as I can get. You want me in your skin?” I giggled.
“I want you right here.” He leaned back, pulling me into his lap. His hands immediately went around my waist as he buried his face into my neck. “You smell so fucking good.” His soft repeatedly pecked my neck.
“Stoooop. People are looking at us!” I squealed, feeling his teeth sink into my neck. It sent heat straight to my core.
“I don’t give a fuck. Let them.”
I leaned forward, winding my hips against him to the beat of Juvenile’sSlow Motion. His hands went from my hips to my ass, rubbing and gripping it. I almost forgot where we were when he gripped the back of my neck, bringing me back against his chest. He kissed me roughly, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I could taste the tequila on his tongue. I moaned into his mouth as his hand grazed the exposed skin on my chest.
