17. Deja McCoy #3
We pulled up about fifteen minutes later. Our mom was home, and I was going to let that be the reason why I didn’t go inside, but I didn’t. I got out, so I could help Nari with the baby. I left the car running though, knowing that I wouldn’t be in there long.
While Nari grabbed the diaper bag, I grabbed the car seat, carrying it inside the house. Luckily, our mom didn’t come down. I hugged my sister one final time, bent down to kiss my nephew, and then left the house.
I hopped back in my car, and since Wolf stayed on the other side of town, living out in Brickell, I didn’t make it over here until almost 45 minutes later. Since this is where I’ve been laying my head every night, Wolf gave me a fob, granting me access to the garage, and elevators.
I found a spot in the garage, parked my car, and stepped out.
It was almost nine at night, so the garage was quiet in here.
I walked quickly to the side door, granting myself entry into the building, and walked over to the elevators.
I was the only one to step onto the elevator, and I rode it all the way up to his floor.
Before I knew it, I was standing in front of his door. Wolf gave me my own code to use to open the front door, but I still had that feeling of overstaying my welcome, so if he was home, I wouldn’t use the code.
I went ahead and knocked. Literally, ten seconds into me knocking, my phone started ringing. Instead of his name for a contact name, I had a wolf emoji. It was Wolf calling, so I answered.
“Hey,” I said.
“Put the code in at the door. Why I gotta keep telling you that? I’m on the balcony. My nigga here giving me a line up,” he said.
“You know why I do that,” I responded.
“Yeah because you keep overthinking everything. If I didn’t want you to have a code, I wouldn’t have given it to you. Put the code in, and come out here,” he said. I keyed in the code and hung up the phone.
The second I walked in, I removed my shoes and slipped into my house shoes that were by the door.
You could hear the music that was playing on the balcony.
As I got closer, sure enough, Wolf was out there, with a cape around him, getting a line up.
His hair was pulled up into a bun, and him, and his barber looked at me when I walked out.
His barber was behind him, lining him up in the back. I just waved at him, and like I was nervous, I only waved at Wolf too. Mind you, this man was deep in my guts early this morning, and I had the nerve to come out here and just wave.
“You shy now?” that deep voice that has talked me through so many nuts, greeted me.
“No,” I replied, knowing damn well that I was acting shy.
“Come here,” he ordered, and I brought my ass over to him, standing directly in between his legs.
He had that cape wrapped around him, with the neck strip around his neck. I wanted to jump on his fine ass.
“This Tate. This my boy. Tate, this Deja,” Wolf did the introductions.
“What’s good, Deja?” Tate asked me.
“Hey,” was all I said, giving him another wave.
“What you doing next weekend? You gotta work Saturday?” he asked me.
“I do. What happened?” I wanted to know.
“My family is having their Gala on Saturday. It’s something we do every year. Something we do around the anniversary of my dad starting the company. It’s like a black-tie event. They give out awards, we have dinner, and shit like that,” he said, and I smiled.
“That’s my invite?” I asked.
“I don’t want to bully you into not going to work,” he said, and I laughed.
“What time does it start?” I wanted to know.
“7:00 P.M.,” he told me.
“I’ll take off, but I’m going to go to work the next day then. Your family not going to… you know?” I asked, not really wanting to say what I wanted to say because he had guest.
“Not going to what?” he asked, as if he didn’t know what I was talking about. This man really didn’t see me for the stripper that I was. He saw more.
We’ve been having some deep talks since I’ve been living here with him. He told me that he only saw Deja in me. I grew a little comfortable with him, and I’ve been telling him little things about my childhood. I spoke to him a lot about my mom, and all the trauma she’s caused me over the years.
“My profession. You don’t think they’ll judge me?” I asked. I tried to say it low enough so that only he could hear me.
“I judge you for your profession?” he asked. I shook my head no.
“Then that’s the only opinion that should matter. To answer your question though, no they won’t judge you. We’ll talk in the house,” he said.
I was about to turn on my heels, and leave, but he grabbed my arm, stopping me. Those large hands of his reached down, grabbing my ass, and I knew he wanted a kiss without even saying anything.
As if his barber wasn’t standing out here, I leaned in, planting multiple kisses on his lips. My pussy started purring after the kiss, and that’s when I pulled away.
I walked back in the house, so that I could shower. That kiss woke fat ma up, so now I had to clean her off because I was ready to get ate, and fucked to sleep, just like he’s been doing this past week.