11. Dominique ‘Dolo’ Shaw #5
“Use the money and buy one. I want to see you with a purse on. You don’t like Chanel?” I wanted to know, and she blinked her eyes at me like I was slow.
“Your hoes wear Chanel or something? Why that specific brand?” she asked me.
“I don’t have hoes. I got a few bitches I run in from time to time, but if somebody walked in here right now and caught me with you, they couldn’t check me about it because I don’t belong to nobody but God.
I said Chanel because I feel like that specific brand is classy.
It ain’t too loud. I ain’t telling you to switch up shit that you got going on.
I fuck with your style. That rough shit you got going on, I fuck with it because it shows that your naturally pretty, and you don’t have to walk out of the house to get a nigga’s attention.
You do that tomboy shit real well. Put a Chanel purse on with your looks, and it’s going to make you an ever badder bitch,” I voiced some real shit to her, and she grunted like she wasn’t trying to hear anything that I was talking about.
“You just beat a nigga’s ass for calling me a bitch, and there you are doing the same thing,” she said.
“He was calling you that shit to be disrespectful. I was saying it as a compliment. I’m sorry if I offended you.
Usually, I can handle Mook and some of the crazy shit that he says, but I stood there and listened to him call you a bitch three times.
That was three times too many for me,” I let her know.
“Your friend doesn’t like me,” she told me, and that’s what made me walk over to her, so that I could be a little closer.
I felt like she kept running from me, going further whenever it was just the two of us in a room.
“Mook? Why you feel that way?” I wanted to know.
“When I walked inside of the stash house earlier, I saw it in his eyes that he wanted to fuck me. Kind of like the same look that your giving me right now,” she went on to say, and like she had all the jokes in the world, I laughed in her face.
“I’m giving you vibes that I want to fuck you?” I had to ask.
“No. Come on. Are you taking me home, or you have some more running around to do?” she tried to change the subject, but I wasn’t going to let her.
“Nah. Answer that shit. I’m giving off vibes like I’m trying to fuck? I haven’t even touched you. When that dog came, your lil ass jumped on me,” I said, and I got somewhat of a fuckin smile out of her mean ass.
It was like half of a smile, but I could barely get that, so I was going to count it as one.
“No. I can just tell you like me though,” she said.
“I don’t know you enough to like you, shorty,” I corrected her.
“It got up under your skin that a nigga called me a bitch three times. You handed me twenty racks like it was twenty dollars. Oh, you like me,” she went on.
Folding my arms, I stepped closer to her, looking down at her pretty ass.
“Got up under my skin? That’s a stretch, baby.
By the time that nigga said it for the third time, I felt like he was looking for some kind of reaction from me.
I’m big on respect too. Whether I’m itching to fuck you or not, I’m not about to stand around and listen to a nigga continue to call you a bitch.
I don’t care how much history I got with him.
I’m not going to allow that. Oh, and twenty racks is the equivalent of twenty dollars around these parts.
We get money over here. Pretty soon, you going to be getting money with us too, and going to have a raw ass Chanel collection,” I informed her.
She didn’t say anything else.
“You said that he was looking at you like he wanted to fuck you. How you figure he don’t like you though? What’s the correlation?” I brought that back up.
“Because he knows that he can’t fuck me,” she responded, and I nodded because her logic did make sense.
I dropped it after that, but I didn’t remove myself from standing in front of her.
I was so close on her that I could feel her breathing.
I wasn’t sure if I was making her nervous or what, but her breathing picked up a little bit.
Her hands that were at her side, they were even trembling.
I’m not sure if it was because of the fucked up night that I just had, but the way I was feeling, a nigga could use a kiss or two.
For me, kissing was off limits with me because I felt like it was intimate as fuck.
Niggas had a unique way of thinking because I’ll fuck a bitch to tears, but I’ll draw the line at tongue kissing.
Just knowing the shit that me, and her had been through in the past few hours and knowing that she had my back in that car the same way that I had hers, it made me want to take it there a little bit with her, even if it was just a childish ass kiss.
I leaned my head down, thinking that we were going to lock lips with each other, but she quickly moved her head out of the way. To save face, I had to laugh because I’ve never been turned down by a woman before.
“I… I just don’t know how,” she cleared that shit up quick because I swear after this, I was going to friend zone her ass, and she wouldn’t have to worry about me trying to kiss her ever again.
“You want me to teach you or no? Don’t just say yes because you think that’s what I want to hear. I ain’t trying to force you to do shit that you don’t want to do,” I voiced.
She turned her head, so that she could look at the door. It’s almost like she did that to see if someone was coming. Everybody left. It was just the two of us. Plus, no one knew the code to my office, so nobody was going to be able to freely walk in here.
“You going to laugh at me because I don’t know how to do it,” for the first time, her ass went soft on me, and I liked that shit.
She was hard body all the time with me, always acting like she had to be so fuckin gangsta.
To see her switch up on me, and show her soft side, I truly fucked with it.
I fucked with it too because I knew that she wasn’t like this with everyone else.
I knew that I was the only one to ever get her like this.
“I’m not going to laugh at shit. Ima teach you. Just do a peck on the lips,” I let her know.
Her ass was so fuckin nervous. She was battling with herself to kiss me or not.
I wasn’t going to make the move though because as a man, I just didn’t want to feel like I was pressuring her to do it.
We could stop this shit whenever she was ready.
She could push me out the way whenever she wanted to and tell me that she was ready for me to take her home, and I would oblige.
She never did that though. She stepped up closer, and because she was shorter than me, she had to stand up on her tippy toes, and she pecked me on the lips.
Her lips were soft, just as I imagined them to be.
As full, and pretty as they were, I didn’t expect them to feel any other way.
It’s almost like a spark was lit once we kissed.
I felt something electrifying after our lips met.
“That was hard?” I asked, and she shook her head no.
“Wrap your arms around my neck,” I ordered, and it took her a few seconds, but she did it.
Once she had her arms around my neck, I placed mine on her small waist. I held her there for a few seconds, as we just looked into each other’s eyes, and then I leaned my head down, pecked her lips a couple of times, and on the third peck, I parted my lips a little, she did the same, and her ass caught on quickly.
I never in my twenty- five years of life shared a kiss this passionate.
I couldn’t even tell you what was happening around me because I was kissing her with my eyes closed.
It took us a few seconds to get it right because you could tell that Riot was new at this shit, but once we got it…
. we got it, and that shit felt so fuckin good.
When I slipped my tongue in her mouth, it’s almost as if she naturally knew to slowly suck on it. As soon as I was getting ready to pick her little ass up, she quickly pulled away from me, removed her arms from around my neck, and she placed them at her side.
“Okay. Okay,” she breathlessly said, picking one of her hands up, so that she could push my ass from standing in front of her.
I laughed and chose to stand on the side of her.
“Don’t tell nobody that we kissed,” she threw out.
“Ima tell the world, baby,” I responded, just to fuck with her.
I don’t know what the fuck I had going on, but all this shit was new to me.
I didn’t know her long enough to like her, but that’s what was happening right now.
She was tough, she was hard as fuck to get to, and she was nowhere near as soft as the other women that I’ve dealt with in the past, but I liked that shit. I actually loved that shit.