Chapter 15 #2
I just wanted to keep the romance going.
I’d booked a hotel for us on Miami beach, where more surprises were waiting for him.
The plan was to head over there as soon as the birthday party was over.
Never in a million years did I think that a damn shoot out would occur, that would result in me falling on my stomach and then rushing to the hospital.
Once I keyed it in, it showed that we were only fifteen minutes away. Tank didn’t ask any questions. That was the difference between him, and I because I would have had a million follow up questions.
While he drove, I pulled my phone out because I had so many messages from my girls and sisters, wanting to know what happened at the hospital, and if I was okay.
I texted them all back individually, reassuring them that I was fine, and that we were on the way to the hotel.
I let them all know that I would call sometime tomorrow to check in, and as if it wasn’t after four in the morning, each of them quickly texted me back, happy that me and the baby were doing fine.
After that, I sat the phone down in my lap, and I leaned my head into the headrest of the seat.
We pulled up to the W South Beach. It was one of my favorite hotels on South beach.
Everything about it just gave upscale, sexy, and romantic.
I knew that this was a place that Tank and I would romantically enjoy tonight, even though the setting never mattered to us because we could literally get it popping wherever we went.
Tank knew to go ahead and pull the car through valet. There was a driver there, ready to grab the keys from him, so that he could park the car in the parking garage.
Tank opened the door, him and the driver briefly spoke, and then Tank made his way over to the passenger side door, so that he could open the door for me.
Any other time, if it had been this late at night/ this early in the morning, I would have been releasing yawn after yawn, fighting to keep my eyes open, but because of what happened tonight, it had me up, and alert.
Tank grabbed my head, and we walked inside the hotel together.
He was thinking that we had to walk over to the desk, so that we could check in, but little did he know, I had been moving around all morning, handling things for his birthday, so I already had the room.
The room was the final surprise for him.
I let him know that, and I pointed in the direction of the elevators, and I went inside my purse, so that I could pull out the key card because I was going to need it to grant us entry onto the elevator.
Once the elevator doors opened, we walked in, I scanned the card, and I pressed floor 31.
We were high up because the higher you were up, I felt like the nicer the views were.
It was just the two of us on the elevator, so while he stood with his back pressed against the elevator walls, I walked over to him, untucking his black button-down shirt that he had tucked into his slacks, and I used my medium length nails to run them up, and down his hard abs.
I could feel his eyes piercing down at me, as I was in my own little world, completely zoned out, rubbing on him, loving how soft his skin felt.
The elevator doors eventually opened, and Tank tapped me on my behind, and I knew that that was his way of getting my attention, so that we could walk off together.
We did, and I was the only one that knew the location of the room, so I led the way, making the first right, and then I walked all the way down, where our room was the last one on the left.
I used the key card to grant us entry, and Tank reached over me to open it, pulled the door back, and I stepped in first, but I moved out of the way because I wanted him to see for himself what I’d done for him.
There was a rose pedal walkway, and single ballons that were on the side, and attached to the balloons, there were numerous amounts of pictures of him.
Pictures starting out from him being a newborn, leading to the age that he was now.
With the help of his mom, I was able to get access to all these pictures.
This was the front room that we were standing in, and off to the side, was a living room area, with a nice flat screen TV on the wall.
There was a balcony, and with the patio glass doors that were there, you could see the way the entire city of Miami lit up. It honestly was so beautiful.
“Damn baby. This is nice,” he expressed, walking over to me for just one second, so that he could kiss me on the lips.
He then went back over to the walkway, so that he could pay close attention to each picture. His silence, but the smile that was on his face spoke a thousand words. I could tell that he loved it.
He continued with the path, which led to the beautiful bedroom.
This is where I really showed out. There were black balloons that filled the entire ceiling, and balloons that were attached to the headboard, which read, “Happy birthday Tavion”.
There was gift bag after gift bag that sat on the bed.
So many of his favorite designer brands filled the bed.
“Pussy getting ate off the bone tonight, baby. You showed the fuck out,” he said, and I laughed because I expected this kind of response from him.
I have never, I mean never gone all out like this for a man on his birthday.
I don’t know if it made me selfish, or self- centered, but any man that I’ve ever dealt with in the past, I’ve always liked to think of myself as the gift, so when their birthdays would come around, I wouldn’t go all out.
I would get them something, but it wouldn’t be something that had me breaking the bank.
I broke the bank for Tank, and I would do it a thousand times because he treated me so good, I loved him so much, and he deserved every little thing.
“Thank you, baby. You want me to open my stuff now?” he asked.
He asked it in a way like he was genuinely confused on what he should do. Little actions of his always proved to me that his ass never had a girlfriend before. I laughed at his question, while I kicked my heels off, and stared at him.
“Yes. Open them now baby. I want to see your reaction,” I said, standing by the dresser with my arms crossed, ready to see him pull out all the gifts that I’d gotten for him.
He removed the shoes that he had on, leaving them by the door, and then he started with the biggest bag that was on the far left.
It was a Versace shopping bag. He went inside, pulling out the big, Versace box, opened it, and there was a beautiful, custom black and gold Versace robe inside for him.
His name was stitched on the back of it.
Tank didn’t own a robe, and that’s why I got him one.
I liked to walk around the house, prancing in one of the many robes that I owed, so this was me just trying to allow my baby to match me.
The shopping bag that was right next to it was another Versace bag, and it held the matching house slippers to go with the robe.
“You not fuckin with my Gucci slides no more baby?” he asked me, holding the house slippers in his hands. I laughed because he knew that I hated those damn Gucci slides. They were his outside shoes, and the shoes that he would walk around the house in, and that shit drove me crazy!
“No. You know I don’t,” I let him know, and he laughed, and then thanked me.
His ass was excited about the robe, and slides combo because while he went through the rest of the gifts, he’d already put the robe on top of his clothes, wearing it, and he slipped his feet into the house shoes. Both items fit him perfectly.
I got Tank a bunch of clothes. Lord knows that he didn’t need any more clothes, but certain brands and items of clothes, I just loved to see him in, so I made sure that I picked him up some of my favorites.
I knew that whenever he went riding Noir, he liked to do it in the brand True Religion, so I picked him up a lot of jeans, and denim tops from that brand.
I got him so many cowboy boots, and hats as well.
The part where I spent the most was once he got to the end, and he kept opening all the jewelry boxes.
A big, fat, rose gold Cuban link chain is what he was currently holding in his hands, and his jaw was damn near touching the floor as he held it.
That’s the equivalent of how I looked when I saw the price a couple of weeks ago.
I knew that Tank loved his jewelry just as I did.
His big, Cuban link chains, he wouldn’t pull them out that often, but when he did, he would look so good in them.
He didn’t have this color, which was the reason I’d gotten it for him.
“God damn! This motha fucka is heavy! Ay, don’t get me shit for Christmas. This is more than enough,” he let me know, still holding the chain in his hands.
I laughed, paying his ass no mind, knowing that I was still going to get him things for Christmas anyways.