Chapter 8
Riot St. James
The sound of my phone vibrating on the couch startled me out of my sleep. I looked around, confused as hell, trying to remember where I was. The TV screen was so bright. The volume was turned low. I was in the living room.
I fell asleep out here, and that’s why I woke up, looking around, all confused.
There was a LEGO set in front of me that I had been working on before I dozed off.
If I wasn’t reading, then building LEGO sets was another hobby that I had.
Amir liked them, and that was our thing to do together, but he wasn’t here with me tonight, and I needed some kind of distraction, which is why I decided to build it in the first place.
I needed something to stop me from thinking about Dolo.
I don’t know if it’s because my period was on the way, or if I was just genuinely hurting behind him ignoring me, but a bitch was taking this hard.
All I could think about was a conversation that I had with my best friend months ago.
This was before Dolo and I even got into a relationship.
She told me that she couldn’t wait to see the day where I was crying, and stupid over a man.
I remember telling Demi that that would never be me but look at my dumb ass now.
I didn’t think I was stupid, but I have been crying a lot.
Then, the nigga was ignoring my messages.
I felt like I was losing my mind. I haven’t been to sleep in days, that’s why I’m surprised that I dozed off on the floor like this. The LEGO pieces were all around me, and I was searching around, trying to find my damn phone. I eventually got a hold of it. It managed to slip under the couch.
Once I retrieved it, I saw that Dolo was calling. I haven’t seen his name, and picture flash on my screen in a long time. That’s me being dramatic. It has been four days though, and that feels like forever.
I couldn’t even play tough, and act like I wasn’t happy to hear from him because I was.
I dragged the answer bar across, not wanting to waste any more time, and have the call go to voicemail.
“Hey,” my voice was a little raspy because I was awakened from my sleep.
“Come outside. I’m parked in front of Ari’s house,” he let me know.
“Okay. Hold on,” I said, and then he hung the phone up.
I got up from the floor and stretched. I was wearing one of Dolo’s hoodies, with a pair of my pajama bottoms. I packed the hoodie when I packed my things and left his place.
I rushed to the bathroom, so that I could run a brush through my hair, and fix the bun that I had in. Once everything was good, I slipped my house shoes on, and I walked over to the front door.
Just like he told me he would be, his car was parked in front of Ari’s townhouse.
He had it running. When I reached the passenger side, he was reaching over from the driver’s side, opening the door for me.
It was freezing in his car. Even with the hoodie, and long pajama bottoms that I had on, I was cold.
I pulled the hood over my head, and after closing the door behind me, I placed my hands inside the pockets of the hoodie.
Dolo had his seat lying all the way back, with his hands behind his head, looking over at me.
“What were you doing?” he asked me.
“I fell asleep. Where are you coming from?” I wanted to know.
“The club,” he said.
“You saw Ari?” I inquired, turning my head to look at him, and instead of a verbal response from him, he just nodded his head.
“And she told you to come talk to me?” I wanted to know. He didn’t answer my question. The fact that he didn’t answer the question told me that I was right.
Again, I didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with me, but I dropped my head, picked my hands up, so that I could place the palms of my hands over my eyes, and like a fool, I started crying.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Riot?” he asked me.
“Because… because if… if she didn’t say shit… to you… you would have kept on ignoring me,” it was an angry cry that I was releasing.
That was just one of the traits that I hated I had.
I cried when I was angry. I couldn’t help it.
I felt like I was becoming so weak, so I took one of my hands off my face, and I reached for the door handle, going to get out of the car, but he pulled me by the hood of the hoodie that I was wearing, not letting me get out of the car.
Once he pulled me, he reached over with his free hand, so that he could close the door back, and he even locked it.
“That’s where you go wrong with me. You always think you got the answers to everything.
Ari ain’t make me do shit. I’m a grown ass man, so I could have made the choice on whether I wanted to stay at the club with my niggas or come over here.
All Ari did was plant the seed for me and made me see shit from another perspective,” he finished, letting go of the hoodie.
“But you would have kept on ignoring me,” I said, wiping my eyes, not looking at him because I was embarrassed.
“We don’t know what the fuck I would have done, so stop saying that,” he went on, and tears were steady falling.
I turned around, giving him my back, so that I could look out of the window. I really didn’t want him seeing me carrying on like this.
It probably took me five minutes to get it together. I slowly turned around in my seat, sitting straight, and looking ahead of me.
When I turned to look at Dolo, he had this look in his eyes, as if he probably thought that I was the craziest bitch in the world for carrying on the way that I was.
“Every time I do something that you don’t like, you break up with me,” I let him know, and he sucked his teeth.
“When the fuck have we ever broken up Riot? I haven’t been single since we got together,” he told me, acting like he didn’t know what the hell I was referring to.
I didn’t say anything else. Dolo eventually reached into the center console, and he pulled out some weed. I watched him as he rolled up right here on the compartment, grabbed the lighter that was in the cupholder, and he quickly lit the blunt.
He rolled his window down a little bit, so that the smell wouldn’t get trapped in the car.
As if I was just the most stressful person in his life, he took a long pull from the blunt, and he released the smoke into the air.
He already had his seat leaned back, and I just wanted to be closer to him.
I ended up stepping out of my house shoes, and I climbed over to where he was, straddling his lap.
I looked him in his eyes, and he looked me in mine.
I was thinking about what I should say to him.
I really wasn’t good at apologizing, but this was something that I wanted to work, so I had to learn.
“I’m sorry for accusing you of cheating on me.
I do appreciate all the time, and the effort that you’ve put into our relationship.
I know that all the stuff we do is just as new for you as it is for me.
My mom asked you to come over and meet her, and the rest of my family, and you did it without any hesitation.
We had a talk before we got together, and I told you not to hurt me.
I told you not to make my first relationship something traumatic for me, and you listened to me.
You love on me out loud, even when I haven’t always been so comfortable receiving it in front of everyone.
You let me move in with you, which I know was a big deal for you, considering that you never even allowed women to know where you live.
I got in my head the other day. I shouldn’t have accused you of cheating on me.
I’m sorry,” this had to have been my millionth apology.
I would hate for anyone to see our text message thread. The shit that I was sending to his phone, you would think that I was loony and missing a few screws.
After everything that I just finished saying to him, he never responded. I didn’t care if he responded, or not. I just wanted his ass to forgive me.
Dolo was wearing a snapback on his head, so I reached up, and I removed it.
I tossed it in the passenger seat. I ran my hands through his short curls, loving how healthy they felt.
I leaned my head in, placing kisses on his face.
He was trying to act all nonchalant, like his ass didn’t miss me, or as if he wasn’t fazed by me kissing him, but I knew he was pleased.
Just like I was right where I wanted to be in this moment, I knew that Dolo was right where he wanted to be as well.
My lips made its way to his neck, where I placed kisses.
Kisses, and sucks. He was right there, still puffing on his joint.
I was sitting right on his dick, so I could feel it hardening in his jeans.
I didn’t know the first thing about riding dick.
I mean, he’s put me on top before, but I always felt like I didn’t know what the hell I was doing, so he would change positions.
A bitch was desperate to get back on his good side, so after kissing, and sucking on his neck, I quickly removed myself from his lap, so that I could go back to my side, but just for a second.
I quickly removed the hoodie over my head.
I wasn’t wearing a bra, so my breast were instantly exposed.
Next, I removed the pajama bottoms that I had on, along with my underwear.
I was freezing, so I warmed the car up a little bit by turning the air up, and then I made my way back into his lap.
I lifted myself slightly, so that I could unbuckle his jeans. Once the jeans were unbuckled, and I zipped them down, I removed his gun as well. I sat it inside the cupholder, and I slid his jeans, and briefs down a little bit. His dick was standing up, damn near touching the roof of the car.
The joint was in between his lips, as he took a long pull. His stare was intimidating me a little bit. I got my ass up here like I knew what I was doing, when I knew that I didn’t. I couldn’t back out of it now.