Chapter 16 #2
I was getting into commercial real estate, and that would be a big financial gain as well.
I was the kind of person that liked to stay busy, but I was adamant that I would retire at forty.
Working until I was old as hell and only having a few years of peace before I croaked wasn’t on the agenda.
I wanted to travel and enjoy my life while I was young enough and in good enough health to do so.
If I ever had kids, I didn’t want to have to miss school functions and important milestones because I was always at work.
The day my child was born, I’d see how long I had to wait for him or her to get a passport.
My child would speak multiple languages and go to private school.
I hadn’t just hustled and risked my freedom for myself.
I did it for the generations to come after me.
Damn right my kids would be spoon fed. That was always the plan.
Persia woke up when we landed and after getting off the plane and exiting the airport, I pulled out my phone to request a rideshare to the hotel.
Inside the car, I rubbed Persia’s thigh through her leggings.
I wouldn’t even be mad if we skipped dinner, ordered room service, and stayed in the room.
But putting that shit on and going to a nice dinner with Persia didn’t sound bad either.
“Damn you doing it like this?” I looked around the presidential suite that we walked into. “Let me find out.”
“I’m definitely not a broke chick.” She started twerking, and I enjoyed the show.
If a woman asked me out on a date, I wouldn’t even let her pay.
Gifts were cool, but it was rare that a woman spent money on me, and I didn’t need her to.
I spent a grip on Persia for her birthday, so I could get why she went all out for me, but it wasn’t even the fact that the trip was expensive.
It was the thought behind it. It didn’t take much to get a nigga some cologne or some shoes, but to plan a trip, fly first class, and book a presidential suite.
Persia did it big, and she damn sure matched my fly.
“I’ll take my shower first. That way you can shower while I’m doing my makeup and hair.”
“Gotcha boss. We gotta take a shot before you go.” I walked over to the mini bar and picked up a miniature bottle of Clase Azul.
Persia walked over and looked over the various beverages. She found a chaser, and I rinsed out the glasses on the bar before pouring shots.
“To an amazing weekend,” she smiled, and we clinked our glasses together.
After the shot, I pecked Persia on the lips three times before she went to take a shower.
I poured another shot and stood out on the balcony.
I saw the beach all the time in Diamond Cove, but I loved Miami too.
Shit, I loved anywhere warm that had a view of the water.
I was on somebody’s tropical island multiple times a year.
I could see myself retiring and moving to Hawaii or California.
When the drink was gone, I spent a few more minutes staring at the water before going back inside.
I unzipped the suitcase that Persia didn’t take with her to see what kind of outfits she’d bought for me.
As I pulled them out of the bag, I had to nod my approval.
She’d done good. I rocked with the white jeans and the white and gold Versace button up.
Persia was winning points with me by the second.
I had spent birthdays everywhere from Paris to Bali, but this birthday was coming in as a favorite, and it wasn’t even my actual birthday yet.
Persia stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body, and I went to take my shower. By the time I was dressed, Persia’s braids were hanging past her bottom, her face was made up, and she was wearing a gold dress.
“Nope, I know that look,” she shook her head. “If your dick is hard, you better think about Oprah or somebody and soften it up, so we can go.”
“Shiiiiiit, Oprah is rich. My dick would stay hard for sure.”
Persia laughed as she walked over to the bar to grab another shot.
I joined her, and we walked down to the lobby afterward.
We walked down to the fuckin’ lobby holding hands.
I had never held hands with a woman a day in my life, but the shit felt good.
We got smiles and compliments on how good we looked together.
I was feeling so good from the tequila, I didn’t think about the fact that I hadn’t smoked until we were in the car.
It was Miami. Weed wouldn’t be hard to find.
I grabbed Persia’s hand, and she spoke in a low tone. “I was thinking about giving you a threesome for your birthday, but I can’t do it. I can appreciate a pretty woman, but I don’t have a gay bone in my body. And why should you have all the fun even if it is your birthday?”
“That works for me because I don’t want to share you anyway.”
Ryder would be clowning me for sure if he heard me say some shit like that.
He’d have even more fun if he knew her considering a threesome made me feel some kind of way.
Women were territorial as hell. The average woman wasn’t trying to share her dick even if she was getting some pleasure out of the deal.
Persia never tripped. She didn’t question me or ever worry about what I did when I wasn’t with her.
It was me checking in frequently to see if she was having sex with someone besides me.
I had no issue falling in love as long as the feelings were mutual. With Persia I couldn’t tell. She gave a fuck nigga like David a chance but was giving me a hard time, and it was frustrating.
“After dinner, we are going to the strip club though. I will pay for you to get a dance or two,” she smirked.
“If you’re trying to make me fall in love, just say that.”
Persia chuckled and laid her head on my shoulder.
For the first time in a long time, I was content.
My businesses were doing great, and I was no longer in the game looking over my shoulder and being aggravated.
My money was good, and I was healthy. It was the perfect time to have a child.
In the beginning, I had only been looking for someone to have my child.
I had no interest in being in a relationship with her, but that shit had changed.
I not only wanted Persia to give me a child, I wanted to be with her.
I wanted to be with her and nobody else for as long as I had breath in my body. I just didn’t know if she was with it.