Chapter 13 #2
Dreu was more than just an annoying younger brother. He was my confidant and surprisingly besides his immature ways…he sometimes gave great advice when he was in a sound mind.
“About?” He arched an eyebrow.
“Women,” I said. “I think I’m about to date one for the first time, and she has a kid.” I stated.
The water bottle in Dreu’s hand paused mid-air as he blinked at me.
“Bro, you really about to let momma control you with that getting married shit?” He shook his head in disbelief.
“I can’t let the company go to you, you know—”
“I wouldn’t take it,” he sighed. “Momma just trying to control you, and like always you let her. You see me.” He jabbed his chest with the bottle.
“She doesn’t get to run me at all. I do what I want and live my life.
I’ve been told you to get another CEO in place so you can focus more on Dom’s and having free time.
You thirty years old and walk around this bitch like you fifty. ” Dreu shook his head.
“Your spoiled, Dreu. Ain’t shit wrong with that either, but me and your paths are different. You live carefree, you wake up in the morning with no schedule and plan out your day as it comes to you. I like to have structure—”
“No, you like to have control. That’s the bullshit pops and momma taught you. When control slips from your fingertips, you lose your damn mind.” He shrugged.
“Do you, Bleu. You ain’t got to rush to get married. I promise if momma tried to hand me Maison Langston’s I’d refuse that shit.”
“She would try to teach me a lesson and put someone else in place. One of her little minions. You know how devious she gets when she really wants something.” I dropped my head.
I ran my hand down over my waves. I loved my family with everything inside of me, we moved as a unit and took pride in sticking together.
I understood my parents wanting me married came from a place of learned behavior from their own parents.
I was my mother’s pride and joy, often times she got too caught up with showing me off to her associates and friends.
She treated me more like a trophy other than seeing my real greatness and all that I had done to make Maison Langston’s blossom into what it was today.
I added to the company; I didn’t take from it. A part of me yearned to always get her and my father’s acceptance, their approval was like a drug that I had grown addicted to.
“We both know momma, she’s not going to do that for real.
She just wants some grandkids, we done got grown we not home like we used to be.
Her and pops got a weird ass relationship that we both try our hardest not to understand.
If you are trying to date, do it because you want to and not because you feel like there’s some obligation to do so.
” Dreu studied me before taking a couple of sips of his water.
“I really like this woman though. She’s beautiful, our conversation flows…I been talking to her all week.” I said truthfully.
“No lie, women with kids got the best pussy. You hit that?” He cocked his head to the side.
It was almost creepy looking into Dreu’s hazel brown eyes. We looked the same except he had dreads. We inherited our eyes from our grandmother because our mom didn’t have her mother’s eyes.
“I did, the night of the gala.” I smirked.
“Aww shit man, she got you pussy whipped. I’m telling you, you better tread carefully.
Women with kids is something different, honestly you could pass her to me.
You probably don’t even know what to do with her.
Since your special is sending hoes NDA’s and nice checks afterwards. ” He shook his head.
“And you know what to do with her?” I cocked my head to the side.
“Hell yeah, I do! You know how many single mothers I help out monthly?” He crossed his arms across his chest.
“Shit I pay they bills with no fucking problem! As long as I get to fall through, hit that, and drink a couple of capri suns in the middle of the night. I have even gone to basketball games, baseball games, wherever my presence is required. I get involved depending on if the baby daddy involved. I don’t step on toes, and I don’t give a fuck if the baby daddy still hitting that shit. ”
“You ain’t shit, Dreu.” I chuckled because I knew how serious he was.
“Nah, I’m something real. I make shit clear in the beginning what it is and what it’s not gone be. I don’t lie and I’m still a gentleman about my shit. Not too many niggas like that.” He stated.
He stood up and walked behind his desk. I watched him open up a desk drawer and pull a weed tray out. Dreu swaggered back to the seat across from me and focused on breaking down his weed. I could use a good smoke session, so I stretched my legs and continued to talk to Dreu.
“So how this one look? I know she bad as fuck.” He smirked, getting excited.
“She’s perfect.” I licked my lips and pulled my phone out.
“Oh, so she ain’t just beautiful like you call every damn woman even when some be ugly as fuck…this one is perfect.” He chuckled.
I remained quiet as I unlocked my phone.
I went straight to my photo’s, in seconds, my eyes were on Truly.
I took pictures of her while she sleep peacefully in my bed.
I felt like I had to, just to remember the soft shape of her lips relaxed in her sleep.
Her blonde pixie cut with faded tips of bright pink stuck up in tiny spikes from her sleeping wild.
Her curves were hidden beneath my royal blue silk sheets but still hard to ignore. I paused on one picture of her, it was Truly’s diamond shaped face and shoulders. Her lashes brushed against her high cheek bones, she looked peaceful, beautiful, and perfect.
I hesitated before I held the phone out.
Dreu grabbed his weed tray before he leaned over it to take a good look at Truly. His eyes got huge.
“Oh shit!” He dragged his words out.
“Never bro!” He yelled.
My jaws clenched, and with the way he was acting I had this sick feeling that he had known Truly. I hope the fuck not!
“What, you know her?” I asked urgently.
“Nah, I want to know her though. I ain’t know you was a chubby chaser like me.” He laughed.
I frowned before snatching my phone back. Dreu had seen enough, now he was practically drooling over her.
“Chubby chaser?” I asked still feeling the deep crease in my brows.
“See man, you don’t even like her like that! Mannnnnn.” He drew and shook his head dramatically.
“Big girls is God’s apology for all the nonsense he created before them.” Dreu chuckled as he quickly sealed his blunt.
“That shit doesn’t make sense, you not born big. People start to gain weight then become classified as heavy set. Nevertheless, I like them of all shapes and sizes.” I shrugged.
“Man shut the fuck up. She’s the biggest I’ve ever seen you with my nigga. She pretty as fuck, lil brown skin vibe! I fucks with it!”
Dreu placed his blunt to his mouth then dug into his pocket and produced a lighter.
“Bro, pass her to me. Real fuckin’ shit! She the type to keep you warm, I bet her thighs make the perfect pillow when a nigga just want some peace and cushion. How did it feel when you hugged her?” He inhaled the smoke sharply and waited for my answer.
“It felt like she belonged to me, and I ain’t passing her your way. That’s the second time you done mentioned that, drop it. Yvette could use the attention, you look just like me…but then again, you too immature for a woman like her too.” I shrugged.
“It’s about time you stated your claim on her.”
Dreu took a couple more hard pulls from his blunt before passing it to me. He clutched his chest and coughed so hard tears filled his eyes. His light eyes darkened as pink veins spread across his sclera. I took a long pull from the blunt and let smoke escape through my nose.
I wondered what Truly was up to right now. I had two more days until Sunday. I couldn’t wait for our date; it was the first date that I ever put in place. For the first time, my confidence faltered. I wanted Truly happy and pleased with what I had planned out for us Sunday.
“All I’m saying is, I take pride in being a chubby chaser.
I’m a heavyweight champion lover. I got a fuckin’ PhD in thickness.
You gotta make it clear to her that you really fuckin’ with her and she off limits…
cause them big girls is something else too!
Don’t ever let the weight full you, them hoes cheat more than skinny hoes. ”
I could see the pride in Dreu’s hooded eyes. He felt good whenever he thought he was giving me some sort of game. He swore up and down that I had no macking skills with women.
“Thickumz is too focused on her daughter. The only problem is her child’s father.” Anger flared inside of me.
“Thickumz? That shit sound corny.” He looked away like he was in deep thought. “She’s a thickumz, I stick her, I sure know how to pick em’. Hoes be on my dick, yeah, they call me baby stick em.” Dreu rapped like he was spitting the hardest sixteen bars.
I choked on smoke then let out a violent cough.
“Aye man, this ain’t no studio session and that shit sound lame as fuck.” I continued to laugh.
“Man, give me my blunt, you be hating hard as hell. That shit sounded lit.” He waved me off.
I took a couple of more pulls from the blunt then finally passed it back.
“If her baby daddy a problem, that ain’t shit that you can’t fix.” Dreu eyes darkened.
Just how I knew how to fight very well Dreu did as well. Our father always said money wouldn’t teach a man how to protect himself. Dreu and I learned everything down to street fighting.
“This shit gone blow mommas mind.” Dreu’s face was fixed into a silly expression.
“I don’t want to tell her shit. Soon as she gets involved is when shit will start going left. I don’t need nobody holding my hand when it comes to Tru. I’m still trying to figure out what got me so stuck on her.”
I let my head rest against the top of the sofa and sighed.
“Maybe it’s called,” Dreu lifted his hand and snapped his fingers next to his temple. “The universe aligned y’all…that’s what women be saying though. I don’t know how true that is.” He chuckled.
I couldn’t help but chuckle right along with him.
It was something with Truly. No matter how much I tried to place her as a good lay, I disagreed.
I wanted more time with her beyond the sex.
I could barely focus this week at work because all I kept seeing was her face.
I ain’t never missed a woman before. I found myself in denial about missing Truly.
It all felt too soon and far-fetched that I would miss her even though I talked to her ass every night until she tapped out to go to sleep.
Sunday couldn’t come fast enough.