Chapter 21 Heidi #2
“Same. I’ll have to chop it up with you when this mean one isn’t around.
Until then, remember, you hold the carrot.
Make him chase you,” she advised throwing a wink directly after.
“Okay, back to business. Bentley, Catalina called earlier and is flying in to attend this shindig. How you want to handle that?”
“Just hit me when she get here. The only people allowed up here is her, Kong and his folk, and Qwan and his. I ain’t with nothing extra. Everybody else hit floor one and two,” he ordered.
“Yes sir. What are y’all sipping on? I’ll have one of the ladies bring it up,” she asked grabbing her iPad.
He looked to me waiting for an answer. He was putting me in charge tonight and I applauded him for that. A man that let his woman have a choice. “Don is fine. Whether its reposado or blanco, it makes no difference.”
“Sure thing. Y’all have fun. If needed, boss man you know where to find me.” She extended her hand in my direction and said, “Nice meeting you again, Heidi. Hopefully, I’ll see more of you.”
“You will, trust me,” I replied.
We walked out the same door we entered heading over to the sections.
The last time I was here, I was so uncomfortable.
There was way too many people in attendance and the men were too creeped out.
I didn’t want to be anywhere around that.
Now that this was a more intimate setting, I could relax a bit and enjoy myself.
Also, this man wasn’t going to let a thing happen to me. I had real faith behind that.
The section we settled in was in the middle of the horseshoe allowing us to see every single thing. I loved the seclusion he had going on. He was showing me a life outside of Sage Springs and Royce freakin’ Atkins.
For so long, I’d been dependent on my best friend.
He provided the money, the support, the protection, and the family.
I was loved by the Atkins and no one considered me anything less than family.
When I was at my worst, he came through with nonstop comfort.
There was nothing he wouldn’t do for me.
He provided everything except he did it as a friend.
My gravitation toward Bentley was simply because he was doing it as a partner, a lover, a man of certainty and interest. I may have asked him to slow down but there was no slowing down when it came to Atkins men.
They were all spoiled and whatever they wanted, they got. I had no objections for this man.
I stood at the railing looking down at the semi small crowd. It was growing by the minute. I was eager to see my girl and just enjoy the night. I missed Ni something serious. She was the one female I knew for sure had my back outside of family.
With my phone vibrating in my clutch, I removed it to see who was trying to contact me. Seeing that it was Niyani calling, I answered with, “It’s your favorite big booty bitch speaking.”
She laughed at my greeting and came back saying, “That butt is as little as it want to be. It do be moving though. Any who, where you at bitch, me and Qwan just got here.”
“Bentley and I are upstairs on the third floor. Maybe you should’ve got us a section the last time and I would’ve stayed.”
“I doubt it. Section or not, you wasn’t feeling it, and it’s nothing wrong with that friend. I’m walking through the door now. I’ll see you up there in a minute.” She hung up before I could say anything else.
I shot a quick text telling her to stop at the bar, and I’d come down to get them instead. She replied okay, and I tucked my phone back into my clutch.
Cornering me in, he grabbed a hold to the railing on each side of me.
His canvas rested against mine sending a warm sensation coursing through me.
One would’ve thought I’d grown used to his touch, but it still caused my body to tingle.
I didn’t know how to explain to this man that looking at me caused my faucet to leak but touching me…
touching me easily made me cum. I liked the physical connection between us because it was natural.
He wasn’t rushing which made this encounter hit different.
“This too much for you?” he questioned.
“Why would this be too much for me love?”
“The night of my party, you told Niyani you don’t do crowds. I’m just checking to make sure you straight,” he spoke against my ear.
You remember that?
That night I refused to sit and do anything surrounded by men that couldn’t keep their hands to themselves.
That was also the point of my life where I cringed at everything a man said or did.
I would’ve been no good to Bentley. I needed to heal and find me again before allowing his charm to really charm a bitch.
“I’m good love. Niyani and Qwan just arrived. I’m about to head down and get them. Will you be alright without me?” I teased.
“Hell nah, but I’ll make do. Go ‘head and get yo’ peeps. I ain’t going nowhere,” he assured me. I reached up and caressed the side of his face. I’d grown to like the way his skin felt against mine.
Pecking the side of my face, my heart raced. I couldn’t help but smile and feel safe with him. He’d chased away every doubt I formed and showed public affection. He wasn’t hiding me or playing it safe. He was going all out, and I had to respect that. I was who this man wanted.
He stepped back and allowed me to handle my business. I could feel his eyes on my backside as I walked away. I blushed for the umpteenth time behind his flirtatious ways. If I wasn’t careful, this man was going to have me accepting his name before it was time.
Approaching Maxx, I gave another wave, and he acknowledged it with a nod. “I’m going down to get the guests of the hour. I’ll be right back.”
“Yes ma’am. Let me get that for you,” he said quickly pressing the button on the wall.
“Thank you, Maxx.” Another nod was offered before he was back at his post.
The elevator doors opened, and I was face to face with a Latina mami. Her waist was nonexistent, and her hair flowed pass it in its bone straight matter. She was thick in all the right places, and her perfume was potent. I smelled her before she stepped forward.
A smile graced her lips as she said, “Excuse me.”
Stepping to the side, I returned the gesture and entered the elevator after she stepped off.
I hit the main floor button, and the doors closed.
I was excited to see my girl. She was the one that would make this outing twice as dope.
Plus, she loved that nigga of hers, and he gave her the world.
Her supporting his craft was nothing new.
The doors opened and I was hit with a cloud of smoke.
The first floor was blowing it down. Bypassing the small crowd, I headed for the bar where Niyani and Qwan was supposed to be.
I spotted them on the other end ordering drinks already.
I trotted over, throwing my arms around Ni the second she was in reach.
“I missed you!” I squealed.
She returned the hug with the same energy. “Bitch, I missed you too!”
I gave Qwan a hug right after before giving my attention back to my girl. “So, we got bottles coming up to the section upstairs. Bentley made sure y’all got enough room to unwind as well. Come on.”
“Hold up sis. Let me say what’s up to everybody first. I’ll meet y’all up there. Baby, go’ head,” Qwan said placing a gentle kiss on her shoulder.
Grabbing her by the hand, I pulled her through the crowd to the elevators. It felt good being back in the same city as my ace. I shared many laughs and created many memories anytime we were together. This too was going to be a movie.
Pressing the button, we were back on the elevators riding up. Maxx was there to greet us when the doors opened. I stopped and made an introduction. “Bestie, this is Maxx. Maxx, this is my best friend and partial guest of the hour, Niyani.”
“How you doing?” Maxx questioned.
“I’m good. Thanks for asking,” Ni replied.
I ushered her back to the section Bentley, and I occupied earlier only to be stopped by the Latina bitch was in our section bouncing them fake ass titties in my man face. Ni tapped me on my shoulder as if I didn’t already peep.
“Who the fuck is Spanish barbie?” Ni asked. I was just as curious as she was.
“I don’t know, but we for damn sure ‘bout to find out.”
The pace of my walk was slow and steady.
I monitored Bentley’s behavior more than the hoes.
She really wasn’t of my concern. However, Bentley fuckin’ Atkins was ‘bout to be put through the ultimate test. When she went to touch him, he caught her hand and gently pushed it away.
A quick head shake followed suit as he pointed directly at me. I had no idea he knew I was near.
One point, Bentley.
She looked over at me, gave me a mean sizing up, and laughed. “What the fuck is so funny?” Niyani yelled across the room. Little did Miss Thang know, she was in danger.
Finally, back in the section completely, I stood in front of Bentley gesturing between him his hoe. “Who’s this?” I inquired.
“Catalina, his bi—”
Bentley cut off her words with the quickness by delivering a killing glare.
He then told her loud and clear, “You ain’t shit to me but a plug, and a bitch I used to lay dick in.
That pretty ass muthafucka right there though, that’s all of Mrs. Bentley Atkins.
I make good money with you, but for her and her security, I’ll end that shit.
Watch how the fuck you talk to her.” He didn’t stutter, he didn’t blink, he didn’t back down from a challenge.
I expected a man with excuses. He gave none.
Two points, Bentley.
To test the waters, I repeated the question. Bentley spoke his peace. Now I wanted to see if she was a bitch he could control. “Again, who are you?”
“Catalina Perez, his plug. Nice to meet you,” she said extending her hand in my direction wearing a fake ass smile.
“Bitch please,” Niyani said rolling her eyes. She took the words right out of my mouth.
“Is she needed?” I asked Bentley directed. That eye-to-eye contact was solid. He didn’t break it letting me know how much value he put into our conversations.
“There’s more than one plug baby. Say the word,” he challenged bringing the glass of liquor to his lips. And that eye contact was still intact.
“Is she needed?” I repeated. He was a man that was direct and to the point. I needed him to make it clear to her ass.
Smirking he said, “Not at all.”
“Oh okay. Catalina, is it? You’re excused,” I said tilting my head to the side.
She looked over to Bentley for help and I had to get her back over to big mama.
“He had an opportunity to choose between you or me. Don’t beg baby, it’ll give desperate.
Just switch your thick ass right on up out of here. Thangyaa!”
She was a beautiful woman, but the man she was after had his eyes set on me. I wasn’t giving him up. He was attentive, certain, and sincere in everything he did for me. I watched and allowed him to handle the situation. He behaved in true Atkins form. His claim over me was loud and proud.
“Bentley, are you serious right now? We’ve done business for years, and now I’m cut because of her. Are you really going to let her stop your money like that?” she questioned damn near yelling in my nigga face.
“I got money that fall off trees Cat. You know a nigga been straight since birth. Get the fuck out my establishment and lose my number. My wife don’t approve of you, and I ain’t ‘bout to make her.” He pulled out his cell and shot a quick text.
Before I knew it, Maxx was scooping Catalina up and getting her the hell up out of here.
“Really Bentley? This what we on? So, I ain’t shit now? ”
“You told me Mr. Man was a good one. Seems to me like his hoes coming out the wood works,” Ni commented.
“They do seem to be causing friction that I don’t need, huh?”
Bentley was on his feet and pulling me toward him. Once I was in his embrace, he took a seat with me on his lap. His arm snaked around my waist tightly not giving me room to move. He wasn’t about to let me leave him now or in the future.
“Sit yo’ ass the fuck down, drink until you content, and enjoy yo’ night.
The problem is eliminated, and it won’t occur again.
Outside of Catalina, I wasn’t really indulging in pussy.
I had too much shit going on to do so. She was convenient, that’s all.
I’m satisfied just by yo’ presence baby.
What the hell makes you think that bitch can do shit for me?
This ain’t no debate. It’ll always be you over them.
Shit, if we being real, it’s been you since day one.
Don’t ever think I’m one of them niggas swayed by pussy. ”
“Mr. Atkins,” I said trying to break free.
“I said enjoy yo’ night Mrs. Atkins. Don’t make me say it again.”
Final score, three points.
As a woman who didn’t trust men easily, I believed every word that man spat.
He kept it real with me and that was all I asked from anybody.
He didn’t coddle me or sugarcoat what our reality was.
Instead, he gave me reassurance and a sense of security.
I knew he was all about me, and he never let me think anything different.
To be honest, my pussy was purring so loud, I was shocked he didn’t hear her.
Leaning forward, I poured me up a shot and threw it back.
Having a good time with my man and my girl was all I was focused on.
He put a hoe in her place behind me. What the hell could I be mad at?
She didn’t understand why he was so gone behind me, but I did.
I was that rare fuckin’ gem and it wasn’t a bitch alive that could hold a candle next to me.
This was chess, not checkers. Checkmate bitches.