23. Juelz
I decided that I would take Ciera to Miami for dinner cause I wanted to show her something different. My level of different is on some boss shit. I’m just a different breed of a man, Grade A all the fucking way.
When she walked on that plane, and my heartstrings were being pulled, I knew this girl had a hold on me. Even her spirit was different, and I was feeling that shit. Once we got ourselves together, we returned our seats and waited to land in Miami.
“Ciera, I’m clean, but this was all my bad, baby. I was just so in the moment that my head wasn’t on straight. No matter what happens, I will always have your back. Okay?”
“Okay,” she whispered.
We had a few more drinks before we prepared for landing. By the time we got to Miami, it was roughly 10 p.m. Ciera, and I had a late dinner, and went to my home on Millionaire Row, and continued to make safe love for the rest of the night.
The light shining in my face woke me up and when I turned over this beautiful goddess was staring in my eyes.
“Good morning, beautiful.” I smiled at her.
“Morning, handsome.” She smiled back.
“How are you feeling after all the extra activities?” I asked her.
“Like a damn Mack truck ran me over, and left me for roadkill,” she said, laughing and I joined her. This chick was funny.
“Juelz, this house is freaking amazing. You have to give me a tour of it!” she said so excitedly.
“Sure thang, sweet cheeks. Let’s jump in the shower and get ready for the day.”
“Umm, there is one thing you forgot. Since you didn’t tell me we were coming here and staying the night, I don’t have any clothes to wear,” she said.
“Well, I think I can fix that for you, follow me,” I said to her.
I led her into another room down the hall from the master suite.
It was a room I had built with the house a couple of years ago; it was a closet just for my wife, whenever I decided to get married.
For now, Ciera was going to use it. When I decided that this was where I would be bringing her for our first date, I called my buyer and had her go out and buy everything that a woman would wear.
I sent her a picture of Ciera and she kind of matched her size up from the picture.
When I opened the door and we walked in, Ciera’s mouth hit the floor.
She had everything she could think of from clothes, shoes, to makeup, and purses.
You name it, she had it along with every name brand label there was.
Everything you could think of was in this room.
She stepped in the room, looking around still in awe.
“Juelz, whose stuff is this? You know I can’t wear another woman’s clothes.”
“Beautiful, don’t insult me. Everything in this room was just placed here yesterday for you. This will be your closet when you come visit me here and your bathroom is right through those double doors. Now go get dressed and meet me downstairs in an hour.”
“This is for me?” She looked at me with a look of confusion.
“All for you. One hour, Ciera,” I said walking out the room.
An hour later, Ciera came down the stairs, and I wanted her to go right back up and change into something else. She had on a pair of skin-tight jeans, and a pink t-shirt; even though it was just jeans and a shirt, she was killing it. All that fucking body this girl had.
“You couldn’t find a dress to put on, something that is loose?” I asked her.
“You don’t like it?” she asked, looking down at her attire.
“I love it, and I’m sure these fuck niggas in the streets is going to love it too,” I said with a pout on my face.
“Will it help if I told you, I’m only concerned about you loving it?” she said, kissing me on my lips.
“Come on, let’s ride.” Ci and I were in the car and riding down to Ocean Drive on South Beach to have lunch and go sightseeing.
She told me that she had never been outside of New York, but I was going to change all that and take her on a few trips with me.
Once we got back to New York, I would make sure we get her a passport.
Next month, I was headed to Belize to surprise Xavier, and I’m going to ask her to come with me.
We were now sitting on the beach, and Ciera noticed my security team standing not far from us.
“Do they go everywhere you go?” she asked
“Yes, just about. Does it bother you?” I asked her.
“Nope, not at all!” she smiled, looking at me.
“Why are you staying in a hotel, Ciera?” She looked at me and her mood seemed like it took a dive.
“Because I caught my mom snorting cocaine and we got into a big argument. Her boyfriend Mark is no good, and I knew he had something to do with the drastic change with her. Well, to make a long story short, he called me and my sister Ari, you met her at the club, a bitch, and I lost it. I swung on him, and he started hitting me back.”
“Wait! He put his hands on you?” I yelled. The muscles in my jaw were contracting. I was pissed!
“Yes, and as we were fighting, she jumped in and started hitting me. Telling me to get out of her house; I could have went to my grandmother’s, but she only has room for her, and I didn’t want to impose on her.
I had nowhere else to go, so I got a room.
However, I did get an apartment; I can’t move until next week,” she shrugged her shoulders.
“Ciera, you don’t have to stay in no damn hotel, you can come stay with me in my home,” I said. I was still pissed that this nigga touched her. And her mother? That bitch needs her ass beat.
“Juelz, I’m fine. We are too new to move into together. Besides, I don’t want to impose on you.”
“Well, how about this? Go get your money back from the place you chose, and you can rent my penthouse that I took you to,” I told her.
“Let me think about it. How much will rent be at your penthouse? It looks mad expensive, and since I no longer have a job, I need to be able to afford my bills that I’m about to incur.”
“$650 a month, how does that sound?” I smirked at her and she looked at me like I was crazy. I was only going to take the money and save it for her.
“Ok, deal,” she said, and we shook hands to seal the deal. I leaned over, giving her a kiss to seal my own deal. “Juelz, do you have children?”
“Yes, I have a daughter. Her name is Kari, she’s five years old, and she lives with me.”
“Where is her mother, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Kenya was my fiancée, but she was murdered a few months after Kari was born.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know; we don’t have to talk about it anymore.”
“No, it’s fine. I’m ok with it. As time goes on, I’m getting better with it.
She was the love of my life; I won’t sit here and lie about that.
However, I think it’s time I let her go.
When the time is right, I’m sure falling in love with the woman I’m supposed to be with, will happen.
” I smiled at Ciera, leaning over and kissing her beautiful lips, as she smiled up at me.
This woman was pulling me to her, and I hope I could fight it long enough to clear myself of Kenya. We got up to head back to my house, so I could reintroduce her to this dick before we went back to New York tonight.