Chapter 14
Mmm,” Stassi moaned. She turned over and frowned in confusion. “Why is it still dark out?”
“You slept through the whole day,” Day said.
“Oh my god, what?” She jumped up and quickly scrummaged for her clothes. “I’m so sorry. You probably had shit to do, and I’m just in here bumming off you.
“Stassi, relax, you fucking up my shit over here,” Day said. “It ain’t no big deal. I dipped and got a call from the concierge that you had slept over checkout time, so I spun the block and got another night.”
Stassi felt like she had lost a fight. That nigga had literally put her down.
She had never been fucked so properly in her life.
It was the foreplay for her; the investment in time; the stamina of the entire moment that made it mind-blowing.
She hadn’t expected to lose time, though, and she was a little embarrassed.
She felt clingy, like she was the bitch that didn’t know when to leave.
“You hungry?” He asked.
“Starving,” she said.
“You want to go downstairs and grab dinner with me?”
His question shocked her.
“Ummm… I thought…you said…but we don’t even enter a room…”
“Stassi,” Day interrupted. “Go shower. I had them launder your clothes. They’re hanging in the closet. It’s just dinner.”
She climbed from the bed and pulled the sheet with her to the bathroom.
“I don’ seen every inch of you; I think you can ditch the sheet,” he said, chuckling.
“Lust made me brave. I’m back to normal now, and I’m covering these stretch marks,” she said, laughing but not joking.
“That’s the best part. Let me know that ass is real.”
So vulgar, and still, he just did it for her. She disappeared into the bathroom, showered quickly, and pulled her sew-in into a messy bun. It was the best she could do without flat irons or a comb. She was grateful Day had thought ahead and called up a toothbrush and toothpaste.
She emerged looking decent but feeling like she was plucked out of a scene from Pretty Woman.
Day didn’t move. He sat there focused, typing into his phone.
“I know you have business to handle. Dinner ain’t necessary. I can Uber home.”
“This ain’t business, li’l baby. This just art.
Sometimes I just have to get the words out my head.
Write the lyrics down, but I ain’t really hearing no beat with it.
It’s just something weird I do. My fault.
I got notes on my phone, scraps of paper with scribbled thoughts all in my car. It’s a bad habit.”
“It’s poetry,” she answered, eyes softening.
Day scoffed. “If you say so.” He stood. “Let’s eat. Give housekeeping time to change the sheets and turn down the room.”
Stassi hesitated. “You don’t normally like to walk with me in public. I mean, we go through different doors. We don’t have to eat downstairs. I know this is just an arrangement.”
Day paused. He was in tune enough to hear the hurt in her voice.
“Every woman I’ve ever done this with had rules. I didn’t need the paparazzi speculating, starting rumors of dating, digging into the past of the women I see. It’s a privacy thing,” he explained.
She nodded. “Yeah, I get it. We don’t have to…”
“You sent the money back.” He stopped her. “I know how much you need it. I didn’t see it ‘til this morning. Why’d you give it back?”
Stassi shrugged. “The not being seen in public, the hotel rooms and the personal team that rotate your women in and out for you, and the money... It made me feel cheap. I’ll climb out my hole. I’ll rebuild my life. I can’t rebuild my soul if I take the money.”
He was speechless. “Stassi, I want to take you on a real date, like fuck the arrangement. I fuck with you and I ain’t never been that interested in a woman before. My lifestyle don’t accommodate relationships, but everything about you makes me want to ask a million questions. I need to know more.”
Stassi was like a deer in headlights.
“I can’t, Day. We can’t,” she said. “I took money from you for sex. You’ll always see me as that person. I was desperate and low. I can’t be that person.”
“You’re not that person.” He stood and made his way over to her. “I can see the depths in you, Stassi. Let me drown.”
“Definitely a poet,” she whispered. She sighed weakly, feeling her resolve dissipate as he stared into her eyes. “What is this feeling?” It was like her heart was clogged, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t clear it.
“I don’t know, but it’s something real interesting about you. Your energy is fucking crazy, even when you’re asleep. A nigga write like crazy just watching you breathe in the middle of the night.”
“You write?” Stassi asked, a little confused.
“Your breathing inspires me,” he said. He took the back of his finger and traced her jawline as he admired every feature on her face.
“Not the breathing you’re doing now. You’re tense and nervous.
It’s fucking up the vibe in the room because you’re in your head.
You’re uncertain about this, about me, but when you’re sleep.
.. You exhale peace, and the shit is music to my ears.
Kinda like your orgasms. When you orgasm, I hear music too.
You remind me of the thing I love most in this world, Stassi, and that’s my music.
I just want to keep tapping into you, if you let me. ”
No man had ever described her with this much passion. Stassi liked Day. She was infatuated with him in dangerous proportions, but she was so unsure. First impressions mattered, and his first impression of her was that she could be bought.
He kissed her lips. “Dinner in public?” He asked.
“Dinner in public,” she confirmed.
He released her and reached down in his bag, and removed a small pink gift bag. “I kinda really want you to wear these.”
Stassi pulled the contents out of the bag to discover a pair of thong panties.
She laughed. “Wait, what?”
He reached inside the bag and recovered a remote. He pressed one button, and the panties came alive in her hand. The vibration was strong, and a streak of mischief streaked through her.
He took the panties from her hands and then reached for her jeans, lowering to help her out of them.
She stepped into the panties, and he slid them up, kissing her legs and thighs as he ascended her body. He made sure the vibrator was pressed right against her clit.
“This is crazy,” she giggled.
“Time spent should be time remembered, Stass. Let’s make it interesting,” Day said.
There was a sense of adventure in the air as Stassi sat across from Day.
“I always see people on dates, and I rate how in love they are,” Stassi said as she sipped the glass of wine that she held daintily in her hand.
“How you rate love by just looking at somebody?” Day asked, amused.
Stassi shrugged, and her eyes danced around the restaurant.
“The couple in the corner, for instance,” Stassi said, leaning close to the flame of the candle in the center of the table so that he could hear her whisper.
“They’re so sterile. Like they’re barely talking.
The guy is on his phone, and she’s sitting with her hand on her cheek like she’s bored.
They’re definitely like a four on the in love meter. ”
Day chuckled and frowned as he paid attention to the other couple. “Yo, you might be right. He typing fast as hell on that phone. He probably texting his side bitch, right now,” Day replied.
He nodded behind her. “What about them?”
“Look at their feet. Her shoes are off, and she’s warming her toes against his leg, and he isn’t turned off. They’re very much in love,” Stassi said.
“So what about us?” Day asked.
“Well, we look like the nervous first date couple,” she said. “I’m talking too much, and you’re not talking enough, and it’s super new because we’re on opposite sides of the table. We don’t know if there will be a date two yet.”
Day stood and placed the napkin that was on his lap on the table. He slid into her side of the booth, placing one arm behind her. He leaned in to whisper in her ear.
“What about now?” He asked as he kissed her neck softly.
“We look like we’re infatuated with one another and…”
BUZZZZZZZZ
Stassi jumped and gasped as Day hit the button to the vibrator in her panties.
“Keep talking, Stass,” he said, whispering in her ear. “Date two? We look like we fucking with each other enough to try this again?”
“Day, wait,” she whispered, chest rising and falling as the vibrator annihilated her clit. “You got to turn it down.”
“What kind of couple we look like? Where we falling on that scale, li’l baby?”
He turned her face with one finger and took her lips, kissing her deeply.
She moaned as he hit the button again. The frequency of the vibration changed. She bit into his bottom lip.
“A seven. We look,” she gasped as she sucked air through clenched teeth and moaned. “We look like we’re going to fuck right here on this table if you don’t stop.”
He hit that button again, and Stassi’s foot kicked the table’s leg, causing the plates to clatter loudly.
She gripped the edge of the table. “Ohhh my god!” She gripped his thigh, and he moved her hand to his dick.
It was hard, and the feeling of his need made her orgasm pour.
He released the button and kissed the side of her neck.
“You make a nigga want to keep you around, Anastassia. Go clean yourself up.”
Stassi slid out of the booth, and weak legs carried her to the bathroom. She gripped the sink and closed her eyes when she was inside.
“This man,” she whispered.
When she heard the door open to one of the stalls, she stood up straight and washed her hands, looking nervously at the woman beside her.
She was grateful when the woman left. She felt like she was see-through.
Like the whole damn restaurant knew she had cum at the dinner table.
Day entered the bathroom, and Stassi turned from the sink to face him.
“You can’t be in here,” she said.
“You said a seven,” Day said, frowning in the most charming way like the ranking offended him.
“I’m tryna hit that ten.” He pressed the button to the panties again, and Stassi jerked, turning to the sink to grip something before her knees buckled.
He crossed the room and reached around her body, unbuttoning her jeans before rolling them down her legs.
He bit into her right ass cheek as he kneeled and pulled one leg completely out.
She stepped out of the other side and stood, lowering his denim just enough to pull out and access her. He let the panties stay in place in the front because the vibration drove her crazy. He simply moved the thong aside and thrust into her.
“Unnt,” she grunted as her face smashed against her own reflection.
This man had her doing the nastiest shit in the most unlikely places, and she secretly loved this.
He was making a whole ho out of her, and her pussy watered him.
She loved the way he handled her. Not too light, but never rough enough to hurt.
The way Day fucked made her want to submit.
And this goddamn vibratorrrrrr was… oh my goooddddddneessssss.
“What’s the number, Stassi?” He demanded through gritted teeth. He was pulling her hips down onto his inches so good that she felt like screaming.
“A ten, baby. God, this is a ten,” she moaned.
“Oh shit, look at you,” Day said as he finished. Stassi was squirting. She was squirting and cumming and screaming and shaking like she never had before. He moved her hair to the side and kissed the back of her neck. She panted from exhaustion and hung her head in shame.
“I don’t do shit like this,” she said.
“You do for me,” he said. “And I love this shit. You mind if we make this a private dinner?” He asked.
“As long as you plan to eat me,” Stassi whispered. “Fuck food. I just want you.” She turned around, and he kissed her.
“You taste fucking good, girl,” Day growled. “I’m fucking with you, Stassi. This feel real good to a nigga.”
“To me too,” she whispered bashfully.
“Stay a little while with me?”
“I’ll stay the night,” she said.
“I’ma need a little longer commitment, baby,” he said as he nestled into her neck. “I’m serious, Stassi. I want you. I don’t really feel like playing no games with it either. You got some time to spare on me?”
“I can’t like you too much, Day.” She wanted to be honest. She was afraid of him, of his celebrity, of the expectation that came with his status, of his history with women.
He chuckled. “Why’s that?”
“Because it’s going to start out like this, and I’ll be all in.
I’ll give you everything, all my attention, all my time, my heart, my body, my trust, and then you’ll fumble the fuck out of me.
I don’t want to fall in love. I’ve never been in love, and I’m not like other girls who chase it. I run from it.”
“So we won’t fall in love,” Day said.
“We will,” she whispered.
“I don’t got no plans to love yo’ ass. You got plans to love me or something?” He asked playfully, lifting her chin, eliciting a smile. “This is dangerous,” she whispered. “Day, this feeling isn’t cool.”
“What feeling?” He asked as he kissed the lobe of her ear. “This feeling?”
Her moan made him chuckle. “Or this feeling?” His thumb crossed her nipple. “Or this one?” He swallowed her tongue, and Stassi was just in bliss. Head gone. Pussy wet.
“I want to feel all that shit,” he groaned. “We grown. We gon’ let whatever happens happen. Whether it’s fucking. Whether we loving. Whether we fighting. Whether we floating. Whatever, baby. We gon’ feel a whole lot of shit, you hear me?”
She nodded. “I hear you, and I don’t like it.”
“Feeling good?” He asked confused. “You want me to make you feel bad?”
“I want you to make me feel nothing. I don’t want my heart to feel like it’s trying to break out of my chest when I see you. I don’t want to feel sick to my stomach when I hear your voice on the radio. I just want to remember that this isn’t going to last. It has an end date.”
“Or maybe you in your head about it and you ruining the moment, worrying about the next moment,” Day answered simply. “Let this paper and these orgasms and this attention and this intrigue be and enjoy it. You worrying about problems we ain’t even ran into yet. Relax.”
She sighed, but she knew he was right. She would sabotage things simply because she felt like a man like Day was out of her league.
“You probably think I’m psychotic,” she said, covering her face with her hands and leaning into his chest.
“I think you’re going to beat me at my own game.”
He helped her into her clothes, then adjusted his own before they headed out the restaurant, hand in hand. He tipped the concierge a thousand dollars on his way out. “I’ma need you to clean the women’s bathroom. We made a mess.”
“Right away, sir.”