5. Riot St. James #3
“Yeah but Ima pimp yours out. Put some big ass wheels on it. Make your seats custom. They not going to have the same one as you. Even though I’ve never been in a relationship before, my love language is spending money on people that I love.
I mainly do that shit for family. My big cousin Loco is really the only nigga in my life that has kids, so I like to spoil his kids too.
Get them a bunch of shit that I know they don’t need.
I spoil the fuck out of my mama too. That’s what I want to do with you.
I want you to have all the jewelry, bags, shoes, nice cars, all that shit.
That’s how I prove I love you,” he let me know.
“Just don’t cheat on me, and that’s how I’ll know you love me,” I corrected him, and when I said that, he rolled his eyes up in his head like he was sick of me.
One thing about me, I was going to continue to throw that cheating disclaimer at him. I really didn’t think that Dolo was foolish enough to fuck another bitch on me, but just in case he ever got any thoughts, I felt the need to always remind him.
We eventually made it onto the 52nd floor. The ride up really wasn’t that bad, and I’m guessing it’s because we talked the entire way up. We stepped off the elevator together, and it still felt like we were walking the hallways of a luxury hotel.
Dolo walked us all the way down to the end of the hallway, and once he stopped in front of the last door, that’s when I saw that he had a corner unit. He opened the doors, and I just knew that he would stay in a penthouse suite. It was fitting for him.
My jaw damn near hit the floor once we stepped inside.
It was squeaky clean in here. To the point that it looked like no one even stayed here.
The home had a nice smell. Because Dolo smoked weed, I guess I expected his home to smell like marijuana, but it didn’t.
Instead, I got a whiff of mahogany teakwood.
I knew that that was the scent because I’ve burned that same candle in my room a few times before.
“Wow. It’s beautiful in here. I would probably never leave,” I announced, removing my sneakers because these floors were way too clean for me to walk around with my shoes still on.
Because we were still standing at the entryway of his suite, I could look out ahead of me and see the open- concept that was going on.
The view was of the living room. A simple color scheme going on over there of brown, with some beige.
He had those tall, floor- to- ceiling windows that I was in love with.
With that, you had the perfect view of the Miami skyline, the city lights, and even that waterfront view that I knew he was going to have.
I was in love with that black sectional couch in his living room.
I would lay there for hours, with a blanket, and just allow the couch to swallow me.
There was a black marble coffee table over in the living room, and like a typical bachelor, I could see the playboy magazines that sat there.
I don’t know if that was done for the esthetic, or if he really sat there, and went through those magazines.
“I’m barely here. I’m always on the move,” he replied, taking his shoes off, and I followed behind him.
He led us into the kitchen. I wasn’t a cooker, really didn’t know my way around the kitchen unless I was warming something up in the microwave, but Dolo had the kind of kitchen that would make you want to learn how to cook.
I’ve seen a lot of white, modern kitchens, mainly at my mom’s house, Ari’s townhouse, Demi’s spot, and even my grandparents had their kitchen remodeled to a nice white, modern styled kitchen.
Dolo’s kitchen wasn’t white. It was a smooth beige color, and it had matte texture.
I loved that massive island that he had, that sat five barstools in front of it.
“It’s always so clean like this in here?” I asked him, and he laughed.
“Bae, I’m the only person that stays here. Hell yeah my shit always cleaned. It’s just cleaner today because the cleaners came by this morning. Come on. Let me take you to the back where the bedroom is. The bathroom is back there too. I know you’re ready to shower, and get in bed,” he let me know.
For this to have been a one bedroom/ one bathroom unit, it really was so large, and spacious in here.
I thought that it would be cramped, and feeling like we were on top of each other, but that wasn’t the case at all.
In fact, to get to his bedroom, we had to walk down a long hallway, and we were finally inside.
Nothing surprised me when I saw the black comforter for the king-sized bed that he had.
His dresser was black as well. There were two 16 x 20 frames on either side of his bed, and again, pictures of playboy model women.
When I saw that, I turned my head, and I looked at him.
Our eyes met, as he sat my bag down on the ottoman that was in front of the bed, and he laughed, while pulling me to him.
“I swear to God, I was supposed to find the time to come home today, so that I could take these pictures down. This was a bachelor spot at one time baby. I forgot to take that shit off the walls,” he replied, lowering his hands putting them on my hips, as his head lowered into the crook of my neck.
My eyes were on the naked women that were on the poster. Beautiful, black women. Full bodies. Small, perky titties, small waists, with fat asses.
“My body doesn’t look anything like them,” I just had to throw that out there. It wasn’t something that I was insecure about but just felt the need to tell him.
“I know it don’t. That’s not a bad thing, baby. I like your size. I told you that shit multiple times already. Take your shower. Ima have that shit off the walls by the time you get back in the room with me, aight?” he asked, leaning down, and kissing my neck.
“This is your home, Dolo. I’m a guest here. Don’t switch up shit for me,” I let him know.
“You’re not a guest. Your my girlfriend, and you’re going to be over here with me often.
I don’t need to have shit hanging around that’s going to make you uncomfortable or have you side-eyeing me.
Go ahead. Ima take it down. Walk down, and the bathroom right there on the left,” he let me know, slapping me on my ass, as he let me go.
I picked my duffle bag up from the ottoman, and I took it with me into the bathroom.
Just like every other place in his home, the bathroom was even beautiful.
The cabinets were that same beige color as the kitchen, with that matte finish.
He had a double sink, and I could tell that the sink he mostly occupied was the one that was closest to the door because that’s where most of his toiletry items were.
I went over to the other sink, and the toiletry items that I’d come with, I nicely stacked it on the counter.
I pulled out my night clothes, with a pair of underwear.
I grabbed my shower cap as well. Once I had everything that I needed, I walked the duffle bag over to the walk- in closet that he had, which was across from the bathroom.
I found a spot for it on the floor, sat it down, and then I was back into the bathroom.
There was a huge jacuzzi-style tub that sat in the middle of the bathroom, that I would have checked out if I wasn’t so tired.
I went ahead for the walk- in shower, turning the water on, putting it on its hottest setting.
While the water heated up, I removed my clothes, folding them, placed my shower cap on, and brought my soaps over with me, where I sat them down on the built-in shower niche.
Standing up under this hot water, allowing the water to beat against my skin, I could feel myself drifting off, floating, feeling so relaxed that I almost dozed off twice.
“Bae, you got a washcloth?” I heard Dolo yell for me outside of the door. His voice is what made me jump out of the daze that I had slipped into.
“Yes. I don’t have a towel though,” I told him.
Moments later, I heard the bathroom door open, and the shower glass door was so foggy from the steam, but I knew that it was him that walked inside and sat a towel down for me on the counter.
I thought that he would sit it down, and leave out, but he came over, and he opened the shower door.
He still had his jeans on, and he was sagging in them.
His shirt was removed, so I could see his perfect upper half, along with all the tattoos that were filling up his body.
The same way that I didn’t have any shame in looking at his body, enjoying the sight in front of me, he didn’t have any shame as well because he stared, looking my body up and down, and you could feel his appreciation.
“You good?” he asked me.
“Tired. I can’t even wash myself,” I expressed, and he laughed.
“Get your soap, and your washcloth, and pass it to me,” he let me know.
I reached for the bar soap that I came with, handed it to him, along with the washcloth.
I was comfortable with Dolo now, and I wasn’t timid when it came to him seeing me naked, so it was easy for me to relax, look down at him, watching him as he lathered the washcloth with soap, and once he had enough on it, he handed the soap back to me, so that I could place it back.
He cleaned my entire body. From my neck down to my feet.
He even had me turn around, so that he could wash me from behind.
The kisses he placed on my back, my ass cheeks, and everything else really had me falling in love with him.
I just knew that I was getting a version of him that no one has ever gotten out of him before.