Chapter 22
Riot St. James
“It used to be a time when I took you out to eat, and you didn’t want to eat nothing.
Now your ass want to order everything off the menu, and you never finish that shit.
Then, you got all that food on your side, yet you steady reaching over her, digging in my food.
What the fuck part of the relationship is this called?
” Dolo said to me, trying to sound as if he was annoyed that I’d reached into his plate with my fork, wanting to sample his steak, but he knew he really wasn’t.
We were out, having date night. My man left out this morning before me, and I found a letter waiting for me on the nightstand.
Dolo was the hoodest nigga by far, but I loved when he would get romantic with me.
The letter was so sweet that I brought it along with us tonight for our date.
I had it sitting right on the table. This is what he wrote inside of it…
Riot,
No traps tonight. No warehouse runs. We don’t have to run the streets tonight.
We been going at it hard these past few weeks.
I never want us to get to a point in our relationship, where it feels more like business, than it is pleasure.
I still want to date you. I still want to court you.
I want to invest just as much time into the romantic part of our relationship that I do with the business part of it.
Call Keyshawn and see if she can do your hair today. Get your nails and shit done too. We have dinner reservations at 9:00 PM.
Dolo
He left five stacks with the letter, so that I could use the money to handle all my girl maintenance.
I read that letter so many times this morning that I could read it out to you by heart.
Everything that he said in that letter was the truth.
We have been busy with business lately. These past few weekends, Dolo has gone off to Orlando, and Tampa because he was serious about expanding.
Then, he had his security company up and running, with quite a few contracts down, so he’s been staying busy.
He’s been keeping me busy as well because I was the person that he wanted by his side whenever he came up with these business ventures. If it wasn’t business that we were tending to, then it was tending to Diego. He was finally released from the hospital and was still recovering.
Dolo’s parents were in Miami, and truthfully, I don’t think that they were going back to West Palm any time soon.
They kept extending their stay with the Air Bnb rental.
They didn’t want to leave until Diego was 100%, which made a lot of sense.
Since we’ve all been around each other so much these days, coming over to see Diego, I’ve grown a nice bond with his parents.
His dad was so cool. It felt like I was around an older version of Dolo whenever I was around him.
I loved his mom too. She had me in the kitchen with her, teaching me how to cook.
“Dominique, did you not tell me to taste your steak because it looked well done, compared to mine?” I asked, turning my head to look at him. He was so handsome tonight in his all black.
We were having dinner at Mr. Chow, and when you came here, guest typically dressed up.
Dolo had so much style, and although I loved to see him in his street wear, I also loved when he would put the sagging jeans, and graphic tees up, and pop out with something grown man like this.
My man looked expensive tonight. He was dressed in a short-sleeved-fitted, mock neck top, showing off the tattoos that were on both arms. His slacks were tailored, fitting him perfectly.
I liked that they were somewhat flooded at the bottom.
He wore these chunky loafers from Ferragamo.
The leather harness that he wore really set the outfit off.
The outfit was a perfect indication of who he was.
He was a clean nigga, but he couldn’t escape his hood ways.
Those Prada frames were on his face, and you know that that would forever be my favorite accessory of his. He smelled so nice as well. I had been snuggled up under him all night, just so that I could continue to get a whiff of the cologne that he was wearing.
“Bae, I told you that shit five minutes ago,” he shot, reaching his hand over with his fork, and digging into my food as well. We both couldn’t help it. We both would take food off each other’s plates.
“When I say lil shit like that to you, you know that I just be fuckin with you, right? It just wouldn’t be like me if I didn’t talk a lil shit, you know? I don’t mind when you eat off my plate. Anything to fatten you up,” he tried to be funny with the last part, so I hit him on his chest.
“Ion know, Dolo. You like to be funny with the skinny jokes, but when I got dressed this evening, I had to struggle a little bit to get these jeans to go over my ass,” I said, turning my head in his direction, wanting him to see the seriousness on my face.
When I said that to him, I watched him as he laughed.
“Stand up. Let me see that shit,” was his response.
Feeding into his bullshit, knowing damn well that it didn’t take me any kind of struggle to put on these jeans this evening, I went ahead, and I stood up from my seat.
We were sitting kind of ducked off in the restaurant, far away from the rest of the crowd.
Dolo told me that when he made the reservations, he asked if we could get some kind of private dining experience.
Of course, it came with an added charge, but he willingly paid for it.
Since that was the case, when I removed the cloth napkin that was resting in my lap as I was eating, so that I could stand, no one else in the restaurant would be able to see me.
Dolo looked up at me, and you could see the appreciation in his eyes.
I did look good tonight. The layers that my mom placed in my hair were still fresh with curls.
That was the case because before I left my mom’s salon earlier, she had me sit back in her chair, so that she could pin my hair up.
Because I knew that my man was taking me on a date tonight, I wanted to have a soft glam done to my face.
Nothing too heavy because I couldn’t stand a heavy make-up look.
Ari knew how to do make-up really good, so since she was off from working at the club tonight, she was able to come over, and do that soft make-up look for me.
Really just a little concealer under my eyes, some eye shadow, bronzer, and a little blush, and highlighter.
My natural eye lashes were already so long, so she didn’t have to do anything there.
She knew that I wasn’t the biggest fan of lipstick, so she only lined my lips, and added gloss.
She cleaned my brows up a little bit and filled them too. When Ari did the look, she walked me through it step by step, so that I could learn how to do it on my own.
To go along with the pretty soft glam look, I decided to match my man, and wear all black as well.
Since I knew he was taking me to a nice spot tonight, I decided to go with a black pair of skinny jeans.
The jeans were brand new. They really fit me like a glove and had my ass looking a little plump.
I paired it with a long sleeve cropped mesh blouse.
The blouse had to tie at the front, and without wearing a bra, you were able to see how pretty my titties sat up in it.
I was even wearing heels tonight. YSL heels at that, that my man bought me awhile back, but tonight was my first time wearing them.
Diamonds were dripping around my neck, ears, and wrist. My YSL purse was resting on the seat.
Tonight was one of those nights where you could smell the money on me, and Dolo.
“I see it baby. I see all two pounds of that shit,” Dolo joked, reaching his hands up, and like my ass was so huge, he held onto it with both hands, carrying it as if it was spilling out of his hands.
He kissed me on the side of my waist that was exposed, and then I lowered myself back in the chair.
I kissed his lips, and we went ahead, and finished with our food. I ordered so much, but didn’t end up eating half of it, so when the waitress came over, she attempted to take it, so that she could box it up, but I stopped her.
“Can you box it up right here?” I asked her, and that was the PTSD coming out.
When you’ve been poisoned and had to endure what it felt like after someone slipped some shit in your food, it caused you to be very mindful of the way you moved.
I came home from jail and went months without really eating.
I was too afraid to. Dolo and I just started going on dinner dates because back then, it was usually him that would order food, and eat all of it, while I would just pick over on mine.
Thankfully, I had grown out of that, but I was still hesitant with certain things at times.
For example, I couldn’t let her leave, take all my food to the back, and pack it up for me.
I had to see her stand right here and do it.
“That’s fine. I’ll do it here. Would you two like anything for dessert?” she asked.
I responded back, letting her know that I didn’t, but of course Dolo’s ass had to put an order in.
He ordered the chocolate soufflé, with vanilla ice cream on the side.
His ass could eat you out of a home, which is the reason I had to get in the kitchen, and learn how to cook.
I’m not going to sit here, and act like I was the best cook in the world, but I could do a little something.
I was still in the process of getting lessons from my mom, Ari, and my grandma.
Like I said, his mom was helping me too.
I was going to be a professional one day.