5. Doll
CHAPTER FIVE
DOLL
OCEAN REEF…
“ O h my God, I have to pee so fucking bad.”
“Nobody told you to drink all that shit on the plane. There’s a restroom over there. I’ll wait for you by the baggage claim,” Stoney told me. My eyes landed on the restroom sign on the wall and I jetted in that direction.
“I’m sorry,” I tossed over my shoulder to every stranger I bumped into, trying to make it to the restroom. I entered the restroom and went straight into the first free stall I saw. My bladder almost erupted with all the work I had to put in just to get my pants down. “Who told my stupid ass to wear jeans?”
Before the trip, Stoney did me a Shein haul. A lot of the items she bought was cute as fuck. Since I was a lil too big for my old clothes, I needed new everything. Going on vacation, I should have thought to wear something more comfortable on the flight.
When I was done relieving my bladder, I exited the stall and washed my hands. Soon as I stepped out the restroom, I bumped into a hard body. “I’m so sorry. I should have been watching—” My words caught in my throat when I saw the specimen standing before me. This man was so fucking chocolate and fine, looking as if he stepped out a fucking catalog. Like literally, someone should have been paying him to take pictures of his face.
He stood a good six foot six. The way his biceps damn near burst from the short, white button up he had on made my pussy throb. The shirt was open, displaying the white beater underneath, the tattoos that lined his neck, and the Cuban link with the name Scar dancing in diamonds. He was muscular but not that muscular like the men who looked as if they lived in the gym.
He stroked his full beard and licked his plump lips as his black eyes danced over my frame. I pursed my lips. The only flaw I saw on him was the scar underneath his right eye, and in my eyes that wasn’t even a flaw at all. It heightened his sex appeal.
“Damn, ma. Why you in such a rush?” His tongue swept his lips again. If he kept on, I’d give his ass some to lick. I was fresh out of prison and hadn’t got any dick in four years. I was well past overdue for a good dick down.
“Better question is, why you hanging ’round outside the women’s restroom?”
The corner of his mouth quirked and diamonds danced. This nigga was dripping in fucking diamonds. I couldn’t tell if he was actually paid or else just fronting for some pussy. Either way, I was prepared to give his sexy ass a taste and be on my merry lil way. It wasn’t like I’d see his ass again after today anyway.
“I was waiting for you to come out.”
I couldn’t stop the smile that overtook my face after he said that. This nigga was on good bullshit. The type of nigga that normal mamas would tell you to stay the fuck away from, but mine, on the other hand, would have asked me how come I wasn’t already bent over for the nigga.
Resting my hand on my hip, I asked, “Why you lying?”
“What makes you think I am?”
Just as soon as he asked that, some chick rounded the corner. She was dressed in flight attendant attire and strutted in our direction. Her fingertips coursed his back as she passed. She entered the restroom and his eyes darted over my head.
“Move, nigga.” I shoved him out the way and went to find Stoney. I didn’t know what the fuck it was ’bout me coming ’cross dog ass niggas, but it was as if the dog pound was written on my fucking forehead. Since Stoney damn near dragged me on this vacation, I was gon’ have the time of my life with every nigga I encountered. I was gon’ milk their asses dry and gone ’bout my business.
Stoney and I took a van along with some of the other guests that arrived for the wedding to our resort. The shit was gorgeous as hell. We were on this huge ass island with a clear blue ocean and most of it consisted of everything that had something to do with Urban Garden, the resort that we were staying at.
The van stopped at the entrance and Stoney and I exited. Waiting for us was a couple women standing at the entrance with a tray with some drinks on it.
“Welcome to Urban Gardens,” one of ’em said when they approached us. The driver got out the van and handed us our luggage. I took one of the drinks and entered the building behind Stoney. The entire lobby was pure glass. My eyes roamed the building as I followed Stoney up to the desk.
“Hey, I’m checking in. My name is Stoney Brooks.”
The woman behind the desk typed away at her computer then turned her attention back to Stoney. “I see that your suite has been upgraded to the presidential.”
“How? I didn’t do that.”
“It says that Mr. Millionaire himself did it. Here are your keys.”
My eyes drifted to Stoney and her face flushed. “I know she’s not talking ’bout yo’ boss.”
“It’s nothing like that,” she tried to reassure me.
“I bet it ain’t. Let me find out you’re fucking the groom.”
Stoney’s hand quickly covered my mouth. “Don’t be yelling shit like that in here before people get to spreading lies.”
She removed her hand from my mouth and I followed her to the elevator. I was beginning to think that they loved everything ’bout glass ’cause even that was glass. We stepped on and took it up to the ninth floor. As it took us up, I watched the people traveling underneath us. It was definitely an insane experience. I trekked behind Stoney down the hallway and stopped at a pair of double white doors. She unlocked it and my mouth dropped to the floor. That suite alone was bigger than her fucking house back home. No way this man upgraded her to this shit if she wasn’t giving him the pussy.
“Stoney, you got something to tell me?”
“I am not fucking my boss, Kennedy.” She called me by my government to let me know that she was serious. That was the only time she did that shit.
“I’m just saying, ’cause this shit is nice.” My fingertips glided across the white sectional as I entered further into the suite. Everything was sky blue and white. The living room area was open floor plan that led to the kitchen, which had a bar. I knew where I was spending most of my time.
I took the short hallway to the bedrooms. It was three rooms in the suite even though it was just two of us. “This is beautiful. I’m really glad you talked me into coming,” I told Stoney when I found her in the main bedroom. She was already in there unpacking her things and placing her clothes in drawers. I never fully understood why people did that shit. We weren’t living here, so I always lived out of my suitcases whenever I went on vacation.
“I told you that it was gon’ be worth it.” Her phone chimed and she glanced down at it. “We have to meet everyone on the beach in a couple hours. They are having a meet and greet.”
My face scrunched. “Why?”
“I don’t know. Are you gonna come?”
“Is there gonna be liquor?”
“Most likely.”
“Guess that answers your question for you. I’ll be ready in a couple hours.”
I went into the other bedroom that I chose to sleep in during my stay and tossed my luggage onto the bed. It had a lil wear and tear seeing how it was Stoney’s old luggage. I definitely had to get my own everything when we made it back home. Hopefully, that job Stoney was tryna give me paid well to start me off.
Since we were spending time on the beach and the sun was ’bout to go down, I decided on this dusty pink, off-shoulder romper that tied in a knot ’cross my breasts and paired it with some silver sandals. I went into the bathroom and gasped. There was a huge Jacuzzi tub in there and a massive walk-in shower. This shit was so gorgeous that I didn’t even want to go back home. Imagine going from a tiny cell to staying in a suite like this. That shit was a blessing in itself.
I turned on the shower and grabbed my feminine products out my bag. I tucked my hair underneath my silk bonnet. I didn’t plan on being in the shower too long, so it didn’t matter that I didn’t properly wrap it up. All I needed was to ensure that it didn’t get wet. It took me a good forty minutes to shower alone ’cause I didn’t want to get out. When I was done, I lotioned my body down, did a light beat to my face, and got dressed. Once I had my clothes on, I slipped my bonnet from my head and ran my hand through my wand curls. It didn’t look too fresh, but that didn’t really matter. I was spending time at the beach and was certain it was gon’ look worse than that by the time I got back to the room.
I stopped in Stoney’s doorway and saw her sitting on the foot of the bed placing her eyelashes on. In twenty-nine years, that girl still wouldn’t lay on someone’s table and allow them to do her lashes. Every time I brought up her entertaining the idea, she brushed it off. No way she was ’bout to let someone play in her eyes and possibly cause her to go blind.
She was cute though by the time she was done. Stoney stood to her feet and I was able to take in her entire appearance. She wore this cute ass leopard print, backless, halter neck romper with some black wedge heels. It went extremely well with her pinecone complexion and her athletic thighs. Her honey blonde hair was black at the roots. She was probably letting the natural color come back. She pulled it back into a curly ponytail at the nape of her neck.
“How the hell did you do all that in two hours?”
“I be working magic. C’mon.” Stoney locked arms with me and led me toward the door.
We went down to the beach and on the walk there, I could see there were a lot of people roaming ’round the area we were heading to. It was decorated with string lights hanging from the trees over the tables that were draped in white cloths. The centerpieces were dried pampas. Everything was decorated in white and gold. It was stunning from what I could see.
I noticed the bar on the opposite side of the tables. It had string lights dangling from the roof of it. Several people crowded ’round the bar. That was exactly where I was ’bout to find myself.
The closer we made it to the party, I dreaded showing up. I saw Ma standing to the side along with Rell and Jill looking like one happy family. I was bound to run into ’em while I was here ’cause there was no way that Ma wasn’t just not gon’ show up for a free vacation. Though Kaylan was her niece, Ma could give two shits ’bout that damn girl. She said so several times out her own mouth.
“I just wanna push all their asses into the fucking ocean and hope they drown,” I told Stoney, and she snickered.
“Try to be nice.”
“As long as they stay the fuck away from me, I’m good.”
“Doll!” I cringed at the sound of Kaylan’s annoying ass voice. I mustered up the fakest smile I could and turned to face her.
“Hey!” Kaylan pulled me in for an embrace and I damn near choked on the perfume she drowned herself in. She was wearing so much that I didn’t see why I didn’t smell her before she approached me.
“I’m so happy that you’re out,” she lied, knowing good and damn well I hadn’t heard a damn thing from her while I was away.
“Congratulations, Kaylan,” Stoney spoke up, probably sensing I was ’bout to open my mouth and say something.
“Thanks. I’m so glad that you two could make it. How do you feel ’bout Jill being here with Jerrell? I know you was in love with him at one point.” She spun on her heels where she was directly beside us and faced the direction Jerrell and Jill were in. They stood there sipping on their drinks and laughing. It ground my gears that they seemed so fucking happy together when all he ever did was cheat on me. How the fuck did he manage to settle down with her of all people?
My eyes drifted from them over to the bar where I saw the guy from the airport earlier. How ironic that he was here at the wedding as well. This time, he was rocking a black Versace shorts set. The top was open displaying the tattoos that covered his entire frame from the waist up. He turned his cup up to his lips and took a sip from it. Baby, the ocean didn’t have anything on his waves spiraling out of control on his head. I licked my lips, knowing full well I probably needed to stay the fuck away from that man, but that was drawing me to his ass even more.
A woman stepped up to him and a smile coursed her lips. She was flirting her ass off tryna see what that dick was hitting for. The way women pulled to him like a magnet told me all I needed to know… he was a ho. He might be a good ass ho, but he was a ho.
“I really don’t give a damn. My date is over there.” I pointed in his direction and Kaylan gasped.
“You’re here with Scar?”
My fingertips found their way to the small Doll gold necklace ’round my neck, and I gently slid it back and forth as I watched him interact with the woman. She wasn’t the best looking, but her ass was fat as fuck. A fat ass was most men’s weakness. They didn’t give a damn if you looked hit by a truck in the face. All they had to do was bend you over and not even look at you.
“Mmhmm,” I lied.
“How you manage to pull that off?” Kaylan stepped into my view where I could no longer see his fine ass.
My response was, “Don’t worry ’bout it,” and I shoved her out my way.
To make my lie look believable, I strutted in his direction. I was a few feet away from him when he noticed me. His dark eyes peered into mine as he took another swig from his drink. It was as if he and I were the only ones on the beach.
“Hey, babe. Sorry I took so long in the bathroom,” I said soon as I approached him.
The corner of his mouth quirked, and my panties instantly soaked. I needed for him to remove that fucking grill before he had my ass bent over this got damn bar where everyone could see me losing my mufuckin’ mind.
“No worries,” he replied. The chick that had been trying her hardest to bed him smacked her lips and walked off.
I stepped to the bar and waved the bartender down. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were stalking me,” he said as I climbed up on the barstool.
My eyes cut in his direction. How fine he was, I wouldn’t mine stalking the fuck out of him, but that wasn’t me. I’d never in life chase a nigga, not even if he belonged to me.
“Get over yourself.” The bartender finally made her way over to me and I ordered, “Let me have a double shot of Patròn.”
She poured my drink and I tossed it back. “I know you don’t know the groom ’cause you’re too fucking fine for me to not have seen you before. You must be a friend of the bride.”
“Cousin.” I lifted my index finger in the air to let the bartender know that I wanted another drink. By the time I made it back to our suite, I was gon’ be drunk as hell.
“And where exactly have you been hiding?”
I spun on the stool and said, “I been away at real estate school.” No way I was ’bout to tell him that I was fresh out of prison. A lie was better. I wasn’t gon’ see him again after this trip anyway.
“So you’re a real estate agent?”
“Yup. I have my own firm and everything. You’re all in my business. What do you do…” I lifted his Scar chain and it slapped against his chest. “Mr. Scar?”
“You just wanted to touch me.” He chuckled.
I tossed back my drink, my eyes darting to the print that was screaming to be freed of his shorts. Lifting to my feet, I pressed my body against his and gripped his dick. My eyes wanted to roll to the back of my head when I felt the length and thickness of the mufucka.
Got damn!
“If I wanted to touch you, I would have touched you. Don’t confuse me for one of these scared ass young chicks.”
Hooking my chin, he peered down into my eyes and replied, “Quit fucking playing with me. I’ll fuck the shit outta yo’ ass right here in front of all these people.” My pussy thumped.
“Have a nice day, Mr. Scar.” I released him and sashayed off. Knowing that he was probably watching me, I made sure to bounce my ass a lil bit harder. I needed to put some distance between us before we turned this got damn party into a porno.