8. Deja McCoy #3
“Nah. I actually wasn’t home. I’m leaving my shop.
We had inventory come in this evening. I stuck around with the team, and we didn’t get out of there until about an hour ago.
The club isn’t too far from my store. You probably think that I’m selling you bullshit, but yeah, it was that important to me.
The last time that I saw you, you didn’t know the kind of problems that you were having with your car.
It was supposed to be ready that day, but they stood you up.
I just came out to see what the verdict was.
I ain’t no psycho ass nigga. I don’t know shit about your schedule.
I took a chance and pulled up, not even knowing if you were working tonight.
While I was standing in line, I overheard some of the people saying that you had a set tonight.
That’s how I knew you were here,” he finished. I guess I believed him.
“Well yeah. My car is fine. They fixed everything,” I let him know, and he nodded his head.
Just like me, you could tell that he was stuck. He probably didn’t know what to say afterwards. I didn’t know what to say, either. I was a little nervous.
I didn’t want us to part ways though. I kind of wanted to stick around him for a little while longer.
Of course, I wasn’t going to disclose that though.
The ball was in his court. He came off as this manly man, so I wanted to see if he could stand on it.
I wanted to see if he could lead some shit.
Could he plan? Could he get me from standing by this back door, and somehow to follow him somewhere?
I had time tonight. Well, I didn’t, but for him, I would make the time.
“When the last time you ate something?” he finally asked the million-dollar question.
“When I was home. Right before I came in,” I let him know, and he nodded.
“You hungry or you don’t typically eat when you get off work?” he asked me.
I liked that he was asking questions. I liked that he didn’t just assume that I was going to follow him somewhere, and whatever plans he came up with, he just expected me to follow them.
“I can eat. I don’t want to go anywhere local though.
I’ve been in the press this past week. People think that I’m dating someone because I did a music video with him.
The last thing that I want is to go to a local spot, get caught with you, and they posting me again.
I’m a simple girl. You don’t have to wine and dine me.
Checkers or McDonald’s is cool with me,” I was honest with him.
Truth is that I really didn’t want it to get back to Hitta. That nigga already barged into my house the other night on some crazy shit. I didn’t need a repeat of that.
“Where your car at? Just follow me. I got a spot,” he suggested.
I picked my hand up, pointing across the street, where my car was in the parking lot.
Wolf saw it, nodded his head, and allowed me to lead the way.
Usually, I felt like men would often walk behind me, so that they could stare at my ass.
Even in the sweats that I had on, you could tell that I was working with a hefty amount of ass.
Wolf didn’t stand behind me though. He walked on the side of me, and not once did he look at me inappropriately. He looked ahead, as if he was scoping the scenery out, paying attention to what was ahead of us.
We made it over to my car, and I used my key to unlock the doors. I popped the trunk and sat the duffle bags inside. Once the bags were in, I went ahead and pressed the button up top on the trunk, allowing it to close.
“Is it far?” I asked him.
“Nah. About fifteen to twenty minutes. Just follow behind me,” he told me.
I nodded my head, and instead of me being the one to open my door, he came around and opened it for me.
He allowed me to get inside and stared at me for a few seconds.
I know that I was starting to sound like a broken record, but I really couldn’t get over how fine he was.
He was sporting that same black, polo work shirt that he had on the last time I saw him.
The shirt was that performance polo. You know, that smooth material.
The shirt wasn’t too loose on him, but it also wasn’t too tight.
It fit him just right, showing off how huge his arms were.
It was such a different feeling to look at a man’s arms, and not see it covered in ink.
I think every man that I come across have some sort of ink on them.
That beautiful brown color that Wolf had, and to see him without any ink was truly admirable.
“When you pull out, just go over to the stop sign at the front. I’ll lead the way. You good?” he asked me.
“Yeah. I’m good,” I told him.
He nodded and then closed the door. I watched him through the rearview mirror as he walked away and headed over to his car, which was a couple of rows behind me.
Once I saw that he stepped into the car, that’s when I backed out of the parking spot, and headed over to the stop sign that he told me about.
It wasn’t long before he drove over. He hopped in front of me and started leading the way.
What I liked about Wolf is that he didn’t drive like an asshole.
I’m so used to riding shotgun with Hitta and having him break every traffic violation possible.
Don’t get me wrong, Wolf did speed, but it wasn’t that asshole kind of speed that Hitta does, where I have to curse his ass out, and threaten that I wouldn’t get in the car with him anymore.
Because I was following behind Wolf, he didn’t drive nowhere near as fast as he did the other night when I was in the car with him.
Once again, he had me breaking my own rules for him.
Technically, he was a stranger to me, and I was following behind him, without any clue as to where we were going.
I didn’t play these kind of games when it came to men.
These men will really take your ass somewhere to a secluded area, forcefully take the pussy from you, and dump your ass off somewhere.
I’m not sure if I was going crazy, but I felt it in my gut that Wolf wouldn’t do me like that.
He seemed like the kind of man that had way too much to lose to do some shit like that, and that’s the only reason why I felt comfortable enough to follow behind him.
About eighteen minutes later, we pulled into a plaza.
I wasn’t sure what was so special about this plaza, or why he had me follow him over here, but here I was, letting him lead.
While I parked, he just pulled his car behind me.
He was blocking me in, and in the road. Before I could even question what was going on, he was already out of his car, and knocking on my window, telling me to open the door.
I did just that, while turning my head to look at him like he was crazy.
“Leave your car over here. It’s a drive- in movie theater across the street. That’s where we’re going to go,” he said to me.
“You don’t think they’ll tow my car if I leave it over here? I don’t want to come back, and my car is gone. I just got it back,” I let him know.
“Man, they not going to tow your car. I could see if you left it over here for 24 hours, but we’ll only be across the street for a couple of hours. You good. Even if they do tow it, I’ll pay to get it back,” he said.
There I was again, trusting a man that I didn’t even know.
It’s almost like his word was bond to me.
His word held so much weight. That was so new to me.
I typically questioned everything a nigga said.
I didn’t believe shit that a nigga would tell me, but here it is, he just told me that my car wouldn’t get towed, and I believed him.
I shut the car off and stepped out. The only thing that I brought with me was my phone, and keys.
I locked the door, and walked over to his car, where he opened the door for me.
I stepped inside, and just like last time, there wasn’t a weed smell or anything going on in here.
Just his scent. His manly scent, along with that new car smell that I loved.
He couldn’t have had this car for that long.
He probably didn’t even allow people to ride in his car like that, let alone eat in here. It was too clean.
He walked over to his side of the car, quickly got in, and pulled out of the plaza.
The drive-in theater was literally across the street, just like he told me it was.
This was new for me. I’ve never been to a drive-in theater.
I didn’t even know Miami still had these.
I thought these kind of theaters only existed in movies.
Not only that, but I also didn’t expect for it to be open so late.
It was as if we were the only cars pulling up to the place. When we pulled up, Wolf had to blow his horn at the worker because she was sitting at the ticket booth, sound asleep.
She quickly opened her eyes, tried to play it off, and looked inside the car.
Her eyes were red as hell. You could tell that she was so tired.
Once she saw that she had customers, she stood up and came over with a flyer in her hand that she handed to Wolf.
The flyer had the movie times. Her hand was damn near shaking as she handed him the flyer.
Her mouth was partially opened, as she looked at him.
I didn’t blame her though. I damn near had the same reaction towards him every time that I was around him.
My jaw would be damn near on the floor as well.
“Hey. These are the movies that we’re showing,” she said.
“Thank you,” Wolf said, taking the flyer from her hand, and instead of looking at it, he handed it over to me.