Chapter 6
Tavion ‘Tank’ Briggs
My Kind of Welcome Home
Flying to Cali wasn’t optional for me. I wanted a new smoke shop on the west side, but I wanted this one to have a different kind of feel to it.
This time, I was thinking on a larger scale.
Envisioning the shop with a different layout, that would cater to a luxury lounge experience.
The vibe of the shops that I already had, gave off a luxury smoke shop, so it made perfect sense that I would start offering a lounge experience.
With that, I needed a location that was bigger than each location that I already had.
My realtor on the west side had been sending shit to me all week, and earlier in the week, she sent something to me that I really loved, but before I signed off on anything, I wanted to fly out to Cali and see it in person. Shit was beautiful too.
I could see that being a spot where people would dress up and spend their weekends there.
It had the space for the vision that I had in mind.
I took videos that I sent to both my mom, and Dionne, and they were fans of the space, telling me that they liked it, and that they wanted to see it in person as well.
Things were already in motion. My realtor had submitted an offer, and I was hoping everything would go smoothly so the location could be up and running before my son arrived.
Even though we didn’t know what Dionne was having, I was praying for a son.
I didn’t mind a little girl, but I knew that my daughter was going to be rotten, so to not even have those problems, and to avoid me being wrapped around her finger the way she would have me, that’s why I was hoping for a son.
Don’t get me wrong, my lil man would be spoiled too, but I just felt like it would be harder for me to tell my daughter no, especially if she came out looking like her mama.
It was hard for me to tell Dionne no. Even when I had to get on her, and check her about some shit, I start feeling bad, especially when she starts crying. I could only imagine what that shit would do to me if I had a little girl.
“Excuse me, I don’t mean to bother you. I wanted to say something to you when we got on the plane, but I was scared. Are you currently seeing anyone?” a beautiful woman said to me, as the flight was landing.
We were both in the first row of the plane, and after an almost five-hour flight, she finally asked me what I already knew she had been wanting.
Women made it so obvious when they wanted to ask a nigga something.
I kept feeling her staring at me throughout the entire flight, and she did that shit that Dionne does, when she acts like a woman in distress that couldn’t do shit.
When we got on the plane, she came on dragging a Louis Vuitton carry- on, and she acted like the shit was too heavy to put on the overhead, so, me being the gentlemen that I was, I helped her out.
She made small talk with me on the plane, but she never flat out said what she really wanted to.
She finally did, and now I had to break the news to her.
I would let her down easily because it wasn’t in me to be an asshole to women.
To make light of the situation a little bit, I laughed and picked my hand up, so that I could run it down my face.
“Yeah. I actually got a lady,” I let her know, looking her in her eyes.
She was pretty. Brown skin, I could see the curves even with her sitting down, nice teeth, and she smelled good. Hair was nicely styled, nails were freshly painted, and her Chanel purse was sitting right in her lap. I could tell she was a girly girl, which was honestly the only ones I liked.
You could tell that she didn’t like my response because she made a sad face, as if she was hurt by my answer.
“Really? Is it serious?” she wanted to know.
“I got a baby on the way with her, love. We damn near married. I been away from her for 48 hours, and my whole world ain’t been the same. It’s serious,” I had to let her know.
“Damn. Lucky girl. Congrats on the baby,” she said, but it was dry, and it was forced.
I just let out a chuckle, and I thanked her. I don’t tell Dionne shit like this because she’ll get in her feelings, and she’ll be ready to kill a bitch, but I’m literally turning down bitches left and right.
I felt like so many other men would have probably folded, but I never did.
I wasn’t going to say this next part with hopes of being humble because there’s no humble bone in body when I admit to having the prettiest girl in the world.
Dionne can run circles around any bitch in the world, and she could do that shit with a bare face, and a sweat suit on.
One hundred bitches could line up in front of me right now, with a face that was beat from the best MUA in Miami, with their best fit on, and all my girl had to do was roll out of bed in the clothes that she slept in, with her hair in a bun, and a bare face, and I was going to choose her every time.
I was in love. The way I loved her, it’s no way possible that I could ever cheat.
The plane eventually landed, and the second it did, I texted Dionne to let her know.
I told this crazy ass girl that I could have jumped in an Uber to bring me home, but she insisted on being the one to come, and get me.
She was quick with responding, letting me know that she was in the pickup area to get me.
I didn’t check a bag, so once we landed, all I had to do was grab my carry- on and head straight out of the airport to her.
When we landed, and they made an announcement that it was cool for us to get off the plane, shorty that had been trying to talk to me, I guess she was pissed at me since I turned her down because she didn’t even try to ask me for help with her bag.
She struggled to pull the bag down, and once she got it, she pulled the handle up, grabbed her purse, and she dipped.
I laughed, while shaking my head, and I pulled my sweatpants up a little bit, grabbed my carry- on bag as well from the overhead, and I made my way off the plane.
It wasn’t long before I was out of the airport, and I spotted my Ashton Martin parked in the pickup area, with the hazard lights on.
I headed in that direction, and instead of going for the passenger side, I went on the driver’s side, and I tapped on the window.
Dionne unlocked the door, and I pulled on the handle, so that I could open it.
I got a glimpse of her, and the only thing that she was wearing was a tan colored Burberry trench coat.
I’ve never seen her in this trench before, but she had so many fuckin clothes, that it was probably somewhere in the back of her closet.
Her hair was hanging down, and it was in big, bouncy curls. She got it done earlier.
She was happy to see me, so she screeched, and she turned around in the seat, putting her legs on the floor, so that she could wrap her arms around my waist, as she laid her head on my stomach. She was still sitting. I was the only one standing.
“What’s up beautiful? Why you drove my car?” I asked her.
“I didn’t have gas,” she let me know. That shit made me smile because at times, I felt like her ass was heard headed, and wouldn’t listen to me. I would ask her not to go to the gas station for gas, letting her know that I would always handle that for her.
I was such a mainly man, that I didn’t like for my girl to stop at a gas station.
It didn’t even have shit to do with control, either.
When you have a lady, it’s just certain things that a man shouldn’t allow her to do.
Putting gas in her car was at the top of my list. For one, it’s already dangerous enough for a woman to go to the gas station.
Niggas can be plotting, waiting to rob them.
Dionne was pushing a six-figure car, and most times when she left the house, she would leave with a bracelet stack on her arm that was sitting on at least $30k.
I liked to handle the gas and the trash at the house.
Those two things she knew she wasn’t allowed to do, so that’s why I found myself smiling that she had chosen to push my whip, instead of getting in her own truck, gassing up, so that she could come and get me.
“What’s up under the trench?” I asked, looking down at her. She still had her arms wrapped around my waist, and she was looking up at me.
“Nothing,” was her response, and that made my dick jump.
“I like that. I like that a lot. Come. Get out of the driver’s seat. Let me put you in the passenger seat, so I can drive us home,” I said, and she quickly removed her arms from around my waist, and I reached my hand out, so that I could help her stand.
The second she was on her feet, she wrapped her arms around my neck, and mine went for her ass, squeezing it.
She placed soft kisses on my neck, and then her head maneuvered over, so that she could put her lips right in front of mine.
She pecked my lips a couple of times, and then she parted her lips, so that we could start engaging in a passionate tongue kiss.
It was the kiss that she had told me earlier over the phone that she was going to give me when I came back into town.
I kissed her with my eyes closed, and my hands massaged her ass.
She moaned against my lips, and through the moans, you could hear how much she missed me.
When thoughts of pulling her trench off, and having her turn around, so that I could fuck her out here, not giving a damn about all these people that were standing around started flooding my mind, that’s when I broke the kiss.
“Come on before you get fucked,” I said, and she laughed.