Chapter 9 #4
“Yeah, but that just came with me prejudging him. I didn’t know what to expect.
Oh, and another difference is that when I was dating the older guys, I felt like they let me get away with a lot of shit because I was pretty.
I didn’t have to cook for them because they would hire chefs.
I really didn’t have to do shit. Tank isn’t like that.
That is a southern man. You can just tell that he spent a lot of his adolescence around older people.
I can’t order take out for him or send a chef to the house.
I have to get in the kitchen and cook for him.
That’s really the only role he puts on me.
I clean up naturally, so it’s not like he’s telling me to cook, and clean.
He told me to just fuck him, and feed him,” I blurted, and like I was preaching, they all nodded.
“And see, that’s easy when you think about it.
When you have a good man that’s holding it down, taking care of you, making you happy, cooking him meals, and putting pussy on him should come natural.
You should want to make sure he’s well fed and well fucked.
You going to give him a baby?” Fendi wanted to know, and I just laughed at her question.
“She will. I got ready at her house, and I had to go in her medicine cabinet to get an Advil because I started cramping. Her birth control was sitting right in the cabinet, and she’s been sleeping over Tank’s house all last week.
Even when she was taking them, I could see from the pack that she would take one, skip a couple of days, then pick back up.
That’s the easiest way to get pregnant,” Tommie said, always feeling the need to tell my business.
“Oh yeah. It’s getting real dangerous now bitch,” Fendi threw out, making me laugh.
“I’ll give him one. I have been messy as hell with my birth control, forgetting to take my pills when I’m supposed to.
I only get thrown off the way that I do because these days, I’m always back and forth to his house, and mine.
When I go to his place, I sometimes forget the pills at home, and that’s when I get home, and I try to play catch up with the pills.
I swear I’m not intentionally doing that.
I wouldn’t even want to be pregnant right now.
I’m about to launch my business, and Tank and I haven’t even been together a year.
Imagine how I’m going to look pregnant with his baby.
We haven’t been through all the seasons yet,” I responded, and when I said that, Blake looked at me like I was crazy.
“You’re going to look like a woman that’s in love with her man and gave him a baby.
Dionne, it’s not like you’re going to be having a baby by a bum.
You have yourself a handsome, wealthy man, and he treats you right.
That man respects his mother, and his grandma, and you know those are green flags because the way a man treats the women in his life will always determine how he’s going to treat you.
Keep leaving those pills at home, boo. We trying to be aunties,” Blake said, and we all laughed.
About two minutes later, the bottle girls were making their way back over to our section, coming over with more bottles.
The DJ had been playing Lil Baby, but when the bottle girls made their way from the back of the club, blowing their whistles, and having the signs, and the bottles in the air, that’s when the music changed, and he started playing Trina, Da baddest bitch.
“Ay, we got motha fuckin Dionne in the building tonight. No shade to Tank, but I used to try and holler at her back in high school. Shout out to the finest chocolate barbie that I know. Bougie as a motha fucka, pretty as hell, and she’ll go down in history as being one of Miami’s finest. We celebrating Dionne tonight.
She cooking up some shit, and she’ll share it with the world in due time.
Shout out to Dionne, and motha fuckin House of Henry,” the DJ, whose name was Mark said into the mic, as the Trina song continued to play.
All I could do was laugh, and shake my head, and pray to God that Tank found it funny the same way that I did, and didn’t try to go over there, and kill him.
I went to school with Mark. He has been crushing on me since we were freshmen in high school, and I would never give him the time of day.
Mark was one of those kids that used to gang bang, always getting suspended from school, and he used to sell drugs with his friends.
A typical hood dude, and he just wasn’t my type.
After high school, it was no surprise that with the lifestyle Mark and his friends were living, he ended up spending time in prison.
He came home a few years ago, got serious about DJ’ing, and these days, he was one of the biggest DJ’s to come out of Miami. I was proud of him.
All eyes on the club were on me. Blake, who was sitting next to me, she pulled my arm up, making me stand up, and with the drinks that that I had been sipping since I got here, it made me turn up a little bit, so even with this bougie lifestyle that I lived, I was still just another down south girl from Miami, who know how to shake my ass, so with the music playing, I put my knees on the couch, shook my ass a little bit, and my friends were hyping me, phone in hands, watching me have my moment.
My man had come over too, and with him being my biggest fan that he was, his phone was out as well, smiling, watching me have my moment, not stopping me by being one of those insecure men that didn’t want their lady out in public dancing.
The bottle girls made their way over to our section, and they brought over three bottles of Don Julio. Tank pulled me into him, having me stand right in front of him, giving him my back, while he wrapped his arms around me, and leaned his head into the crook of my neck.
“We about to take shots. Everybody come over here, so that we can take shots with boss lady,” Tank yelled out, turning his head, so that the men could come over.
The bottle girls opened the bottles, pouring shots into all the shot glasses.
They went around, putting Don Julio into everyone’s cup.
I held mine in my hand, and Tank held his up in the air, while he kept his arm wrapped around me, planted right there on my flat stomach, and I had my hand that wasn’t holding onto the shot glass, on his arm.
I was literally melting against him. So damn in love that I kissed up his arm, waiting for us to take the shot.
“Alright, everybody got one. We’re here tonight to celebrate my baby, man.
I’m so fuckin proud of her. She locked in and kept this business venture away from everybody.
I be all up in her fuckin business, not giving her any room to breathe, so I gotta give her the credit that she deserves, and let her know that she did a damn good job at keeping this away from me.
I know I told you this shit in private baby, but daddy so fuckin proud of you.
I can’t wait to see what you do with House of Henry.
You going to have the whole world sleeping in your line.
Cheers to my baby, man,” Tank finished, and it had to be the drink because I found myself getting emotional with his words.
It was one thing for him to pour his love into me in private, which is something that he would do all the time, but for him to stand here, and do it in the middle of the club, in our section, with all my friends, and his friends standing around, that was something totally different.
A lot of times, men wouldn’t show their soft side in front of other people, too scared that it might make them look soft, but my man didn’t care about that, and that’s the part that made me a little emotional.
I wasn’t a shot girly like that, so I would always struggle with taking mine. Tank reached his hand out, putting it at the bottom of my glass, forcing me to finish it.
“Down that shit, baby. You got it,” he coached me, and I finished it, clutching my chest afterwards because it was so strong.
“Good girl. You gotta take a couple of more before the night is over with,” he said in my ear, and then he kissed it.
Tank pulled me away from my girls, taking me over to the railing.
He posted with his back against the railing, while I wrapped my arms around his waist, and like we were in the privacy of his bedroom, or mine, his large hands went for my ass, squeezing it a little bit.
Tank had been smoking and drinking, so his eyes were a little red, and they were low.
He was watching me like he wanted to eat me alive.
That’s the look that he gave me when we pulled up to the club, as I had been sitting in the passenger seat, applying a new lip gloss coat because it smeared on the way over here because of the kisses that we kept exchanging each time that we would get to a light.
That look is what had him pulling the car into the back of the lot, where we exchanged in a quickie, and I walked inside the club like nothing ever happened.
The outfit that I had on tonight was straight trouble, so I fully understood why he couldn’t keep his hands off me.
I wore black, leather shorts, and the shorts were tight, and short on me, so just a little of my cheeks were out.
It hugged at my hips, showing the way my slim body curved.
The top that I wore was a lace-up corset style vest. It was black, and fitted, so my tiny waist was on full display.
The star of the show were a pair of black, knee high, pointed toe Balenciaga boots that I just pulled out of the box tonight for the first time.
My man bought me these a couple of weeks ago when he took me shopping.
I smelled good. The ladies had been asking me all night which scents I’d mixed because they all knew that I’ve never been the type to wear just one scent. I liked to blend.