19. Warren ‘Wolf’ Bennett #3
“Is there anyone else in there?” I asked.
“No. It was just us. Are you looking for someone?” one of them asked.
“Yeah. It’s cool though. I’ll look around,” I replied, not giving them a chance to say anything else.
I pulled my phone out, so that I could call Deja, but she didn’t answer. I searched the entire floor for her ass, and once I was sure that she wasn’t up here, I took the elevator down to the lobby.
I walked out of the building, and scanned the parking lot, finding my driver in the lot, standing in front of the door. I did a light jog to get to him.
“Hey. Did she get back in the car?” I asked him.
“Yes. She’s in the backseat. She said that she needed a minute. Is everything okay Mr. Bennett?” he wanted to know.
“Yeah. Unlock the door for me please,” I said, and he did just that.
I pulled on the handle, and once I opened the door, I saw Deja sitting on the other side.
This was a brand-new Cadillac Escalade, that had pilot styled seats in the back.
She sat behind the driver’s seat, with her head turned, looking out the window.
She didn’t even bother turning her head around, so that she could see it was me.
She probably just assumed, especially since she had to know that I was looking for her. I called her phone twice.
I stepped inside the car, closing the door behind me. I didn’t want to come at her aggressive because I wasn’t sure what was bothering her. Instead, I placed my hand in her lap.
“What’s wrong? Why you ran off?” I asked her.
When she turned her head to look at me, that’s when I noticed that she had been crying.
Her eyes were red, and her makeup smeared a little.
Still beautiful, nonetheless. I watched her as she bit down on her bottom lip, as if she was trying to fight back her tears.
There was literally a fight in her eyes, trying to keep the tears at bay.
I don’t know why she felt like she had to be so tough around me.
“Ain’t nobody in here but me and you. I’ve seen you cry already. Do it again if you have to,” I voiced, and the second I gave her that safe space, she immediately dropped her head, and she broke down.
“I don’t know Wolf… I don’t think I belong in your world,” she was able to get that out through her tears.
“What makes you say that?” I wanted to know.
She didn’t answer my question right away. She had her moment for about five minutes until she calmed down.
“Your mom took me around the room, introducing me to all kinds of people tonight. Wolf, I shook hands with female doctors, lawyers, entrepreneurs. I heard those women talk about the kind of fancy degrees that they had. They got so many things going for themselves. I felt low in that moment. When they asked me what I did for a living, I couldn’t even tell them, so I lied.
I cleaned it up a little bit and told them I was a professional dancer.
As if I danced backstage for big artists.
For the first time in my life, I was actually ashamed of my career,” she started, and then she took a long pause.
“After all of that, there was a moment when I looked at you from across the room. Really took the time to admire you, and in that moment, I couldn’t help but feel like you were supposed to be with one of those women that I met tonight.
One of the doctors, or the lawyers. Those are the kind of women that match your image.
I don’t feel like I do,” she finished, and once she did, she picked her hands up to wipe away more of her fallen tears.
“If I wanted to be with a doctor or a lawyer, you don’t think that I would have done that already?
Baby, we been having these Gala’s for years now.
I’ve been coming down to these events, seeing these same women for years.
If I wanted them, I would have snagged one of them already.
I told you before that that shit don’t mean anything to me.
Don’t make that call on who you feel like I deserve to be with.
I’m not ashamed of you, or shit that comes with you.
If I had doubts, you think I would have asked you to come to this event with me tonight?
You think I would have brought you around my family?
From the moment we pulled up, you were already acting funny.
You psyched yourself out from the beginning.
For nothing,” my words were coming out a little aggressive, but that’s only because I wanted her to feel me and understand where I was coming from.
“When I’m around you, I don’t see you as Poison.
I’m sitting next to Deja right now. I see the woman that facetimes her little sister every morning to talk to her, and coo at your nephew.
I see the woman that wraps up all her phone calls with her girls to let them know that she loves them at the end of the conversation.
Can I dig deeper and tell you that I see a woman that’s still carrying around the bullshit your mama put in your head when you were a kid?
You talked to me about her, so I know that she made you feel small.
It’s probably her voice in your head that you heard tonight that made you feel like you didn’t deserve to be in that room filled with those doctors and lawyers.
You gotta get out of your head with that.
Stop letting the bullshit that she left with you live rent free in your head,” I snapped.
“I don’t think I know how to,” she cracked, and when she said that, she proved my point, letting me know that I hit the nail right on the head tonight.
I felt bad for her, so I ended up reaching over for her, and like she didn’t weigh anything but a pound, I was able to sit her down in my lap, where she straddled me. I put my hands on her ass, and the remaining tears that were there, I kissed them away.
“I don’t have a complex answer for that. My only response to that is to learn how to do it,” I said, and she nodded her head. She got herself together, and I smiled at her.
“We got two different perspectives of how we saw you tonight. I don’t think you understand how good I felt walking inside that ballroom with you.
I had the most beautiful woman in the world on my arm tonight.
I saw a woman that turned off all the shit she was feeling inside, and walked in that fuckin room, looking like you belonged in there because you did.
You did that shit so gracefully, baby. I didn’t see a ghetto girl from Miami.
I didn’t see Poison. I saw a woman that made it out.
I look at you, and I only ever see Deja,” I left it at that.
With a smile on her face, she leaned in and kissed me multiple times on my lips. She played with my tongue, sucking on it, licking it, and kissing it. When she finished, she kept her forehead in front of mine.
“Apologize for running off. I thought somebody kidnapped your ass,” I joked, making her laugh.
“I’m sorry, papa. I needed a minute to myself. We can fuck when we get home. That’s how I’ll make it up to you,” she said, making my dick jump.
“Shit, why wait until we get home? Get fucked right here,” I offered, and she smiled.
“You don’t have to go back in there?” she asked.
“Nah. All the important stuff over with. My baby having issues. Let me fuck some common sense into her right quick,” I said, raising my hands, taking them off her ass, so I could go for her zipper on her dress.
I was smooth with getting it down. The dress was long, so it took a little work from both of us to get it off.
Once it was off, I tossed it in the backseat, leaving Deja in just her thong.
I wanted that off too, so I assisted her with getting it off as well, and now she sat naked in my lap, exposing that sexy ass body to me.