Chapter 8
Bria
When I heard knocking at my door, I looked out of the peephole and then opened it before walking away from Crew standing in the threshold.
I didn’t look back at him, but I felt the way his presence filled the room from the smell of his cologne and the sound of his chains swinging against one another.
“Damn. I can tell by the greeting you don’t fuck with me anymore.”
I dropped onto the couch, pulling my robe tighter, legs tucked in under my ass.
“Do not play dumb, Crew. You know, I have not heard from you the way I should, and it has really become annoying.”
“What do you mean? I told you what I had going on.”
The door shut behind him, and he walked over in front of me.
“Damn, I can’t get a hug.”
“A hug for what, Crew?”
“So that I can feel you in my arms. I miss your ass.”
“Mmhmm, if you say so.” I played it off like he didn’t almost make me smile with that statement.
“You know what I mean. Don’t you have a couple of baby mamas to worry about right now? Isn’t that what you’ve been tending to and why you don’t have time for me anymore?”
A smirk came across his face, like he enjoyed that I was mad.
“Look, you should be glad I’m trying to step up for my kids. I’m sure you’d be talking shit with the rest of the world if I was a deadbeat father.”
“Yeah, I would, but don’t neglect me in the process.”
“I didn’t neglect you.”
He sat down on the couch close to me, and before I could shift, his arms were wrapped around me, pulling me into his lap like I was light as a feather. That made my lady parts tingle instantly, and I felt his big ass dick that wasn’t even on hard but still made its presence known.
“What's been going on with you, baby? What have you been doing up in here besides talking shit about me in your head?”
I laughed because he was right. I didn’t have any friends or family I wanted to discuss Crew with, so I often complained about him out loud while cleaning aggressively and slamming things into the places they were meant to be.
Since Marcus ruined the park for me, I've been trying to simply relax at home.
“I’ve actually just been sending my resume out to a few firms and looking for clients. So, sitting in this house and minding my business pretty much. I’m sure you don’t actually care, though.” I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.
Crew’s thumb brushed under my lip, tilting my face just enough for me to have to look him in his eyes.
“If you really think that, then do you want me to leave and give you some space? I’m starting to not feel wanted here, and it’s breaking my cold ass heart.”
He let my chin go, and I rubbed the back of my neck because him leaving wasn’t what I really wanted.
“I’m sorry, Crew. It’s just. I’m just frustrated with everything in my life right now.
I guess I just never thought I’d meet someone at the wrong time like this.
I’ve been in a situation before where I was always put on the back burner, and that shit hurt.
I let it go on too long, and I regretted it, so I keep telling myself I’m not going to do the same thing with you. ”
“I’m not putting you on the back burner, and I came here tonight because I don’t want you feeling like that. You were the first stop I made with my free time, even though I could be doing a million other things right now. And look at me when I’m talking to you, Abria.”
I lifted my head and I was so nervous that I started fiddling with his chain. Crew was so fucking intimidating at times that it weirdly turned me on. Like being in trouble by him sounded like a good thing.
“Crew, what was that text about when you said that you needed to talk to me a couple of weeks ago?”
“That shit doesn’t really matter anymore. I’m sweeping that shit under the rug for now.”
“Okay, if you say so.”
Crew placed a soft, sensual kiss on my lips.
“So do you want to go out tonight?”
I closed my eyes for half a second to make sure I heard him right.
“Go out? Go out where?”
“Somewhere, I don’t know. I’m stressed and could use a drink with a beautiful ass view across from me. You look like you could use one, too.”
“You saying I look stressed like I look bad or something?”
“I don’t think you could look bad even if you were on crack. I’m just saying, you mad at me, crossing your arms and shit, so I want you to loosen up. You don’t think that’s a good idea?”
I smirked at him.
“Yeah, honestly, it could be.” I turned my body towards him, perking up just a bit.
“Well, go get dressed and don’t keep me waiting long, gorgeous.” He smacked me on my ass.
“Do you know of any places on this side of town we can go to?”
“Yeah, I know a couple. Let me do a little research on which one is the best to go to tonight,” I stood up, stretched, and then walked into the bedroom.
It didn’t take me long to figure out what I was putting on, and I quickly found a red dress and paired it with black strapless sandal heels that were six inches off the ground.
I’d showered just before Crew got here, so that part was out of the way.
I just freshened up with another spray of deodorant under my arms and lotion on my ashy ass feet and legs that I hadn’t paid attention to earlier.
My hair was a mess, so I brushed it up into a ponytail and left two pieces down in the front for bangs.
That was my go-to style when my hair wasn’t freshly pressed, but I still wanted to look classy.
After adding a red lip combo, I was done getting myself together in about thirty minutes.
Once I stepped back out into the living room, Crew placed his phone down in his lap and sat up in his seat.
“Damn you look sexy as hell.”
He stood up.
“I thought I liked you in black, but this red dress is going crazy too.” Crew grabbed his crotch as he sucked on his bottom lip.
“You know, the last time we went out, things got a little crazy, so are we good tonight? Should I go change into some sneakers?”
He laughed.
“Nah. We're good.”
“Okay, let’s go then.”
“Let’s go.”
Crew eyed me up and down once more before he started towards the door.
When we left my apartment, Crew made sure to look over his shoulder the entire way to the car and all the way to the lounge Twenty-nine Thirty, just a few blocks away from my place.
As we walked inside the building, I’d never felt so protected, so looked after, or so beautiful before. Crew was watching our surroundings, but he was watching me just as hard too constantly shaking his head like he was trying to get uncomfortable thoughts out of his head. Or should I say sexual?
Crew and I slid into a booth and looked over the menu before the waitress even came up to the table.
“How can I help you two today?”
“A bottle of 1942.” Crew didn’t hesitate to place the order, and though I wasn’t a big tequila drinker, I would drink anything Crew purchased tonight as long as it made me feel as good as he does.
When the waitress brought the bottle back, Crew poured my cocktail himself and watched my face as I drank it, making sure I liked it.
“This is good, bartender.”
“Good, now you better drink that whole glass, and you got two more drinks to go.”
“Why two more?”
“Because three is a charm and I’m trying to charm you right out of your panties tonight.”
I laughed. “You are so silly, but I don’t have to be charmed or drunk to take off my panties for you.”
He smiled.
“Yeah, you’re right. But after tonight, I hope you and I can go back to being friends and partners in crime again. None of that hostile shit like you were doing earlier?”
“We will, baby. I’m over my little fit, I guess.”
I smirked at him.
“But do you mind if I get our waitress to take a picture of me somewhere in here really quick. I actually feel very pretty tonight?”
“Why would I mind? Pop your shit. Here, I’ll take it for you.”
He reached out for my phone, and once I gave it to him, he stood up and angled the camera just right.
I posed with my legs crossed, head tilted up slightly to the side, letting the moment happen. After that I did a few more poses, and he patiently captured them all.
“Crew, what are you doing now?” I asked when he kept my phone after he was done taking my photos.
“I’m sending these to myself.”
“Why?”
“Because when I’m not with you, I still want to look at your pretty ass.” He made me giggle like not just a couple of hours ago, I didn’t want to fight his fine ass. Now I want to jump on him, but in a much different way.
“Why do I want to leave here before I even finish my second drink, Crew?”
“I don’t know,” he said casually. “But if that’s what you want to do, then that’s what we will do.”
“I do. I just hate to waste this bottle since you have to pay $600 for it.”
“How will it be a waste?”
“Because you can’t take the bottle with you out of the bar. You have to drink it here.”
“Sweetheart, those rules don’t apply to me. I'm Crew.”
He stood, tall at 6’3”, looking even better from down here. Crew took money from his wallet, flagged the waitress down, and then handed it to her.
“Now come on gorgeous. Let’s roll.”
“You sure?”
“I’m positive, let’s go.”
I jumped up behind him, giggling like a schoolgirl doing something bad behind her mama’s back. When we reached the front door, the hostess stopped us.
“Sir, I’m sorry, but.”
Crew turned around and looked at her, and whatever she saw in his eyes shut her up completely. She didn’t say another word after their eye contact and we continued out the door.
Once we got in the car, he drove like he was on a mission, back to my place. Crew parked in the garage and then we rushed up the stairs like the apartment was on fire.
The second we walked through my front door, he picked me up, spreading my legs, putting them on his hips.
“Now listen, before I take you down in there, I have to go back home tonight when we are done. It’s my turn to sit up with the baby tonight, and I’m not trying to hear my baby mama’s mouth about not showing up.”
I put my finger over his lips.
“Listen. You don’t have to explain anything to me. I understand what you have to do, so let’s have fun right now, and you can handle whatever business you have later?”
“Sound like a plan,” he said, kissing under my chin and all around my neck, slow and sensual, just how I loved it.
We continued making out until he stopped kissing me once again.
“Wait, I need to set this alarm real quick. I know how we get down, and I know I might pass out afterwards. I need to be gone by 12:00.”
He dropped me to the ground, pulled out his phone to set the alarm, and then picked me up again, carrying me to the bedroom. Crew laid me down on the bed and climbed over me, kissing me first, making me melt without even touching me in my private areas.
When his mouth moved down my stomach and onto my chest, my eyes rolled back instantly. He was good at everything he did to my body, and I didn’t even need dick to have an orgasm with this man. The dick was just an added bonus.