Chapter 8 Tatiyonna
EIGHT
TATIYONNA
“Should I call?” I said out loud as I stared at the card.
What the fuck was I thinking? Was this a damn midlife crisis or some shit?
This was not me. I was a married woman who was still trying to figure shit out.
But Jah…damn, Jah did something to my soul.
His presence was so strong, and the way my body reacted whenever we touched was something I couldn’t hide.
Flipping the card between my fingers, I placed it down.
I couldn’t. I walked away and got a glass of wine.
A few minutes later, I was back looking at the card, but this time I had my phone in my hand. Maybe if I called the work number, he wouldn’t answer. I dialed it and let it ring twice before I hung up. As soon as the number popped up on my phone, I hit ignore.
“Shit!”
Unknown Number: Stop playing and answer the phone. I know it’s your ass, Tatiyonna. I’m about to call you back.
The phone started ringing. Taking a deep breath, I answered.
“Hello.”
“Why are you playing on my phone like we’re kids? Come through.”
“I called by mistake. I don’t know what I want, Jah. I don’t want to get involved with you, and things go sour.”
“I’m a grown ass man. I’m not the one confused here. You are. So, what are you on?”
“I don’t know what I’m on, honestly. That’s why I said calling you was a mistake.”
It wasn’t a mistake and we both know that. You liked the way I made you feel, and that’s okay, Ms. Cole.”
He was right. I did like it but my damn morals were standing in the way of what I really wanted.
“Look,” Jah continued. “Just come through and see what the vibe is like. We both know you’ll snore and slob on a couch,” he joked. “If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought you hadn't slept in weeks. If that’s what you want to do when you come over, it’s whatever.”
Looking at myself in the mirror, I started taking the pixie durag off.
“I’m on the way.”
“I’ll be waiting.” He ended the call.
I had just gotten out of the tub and was preparing for bed, so it didn’t take me long to throw on something cute and rush out the door.
Thirty minutes later, I was pulling up, and Jah was standing at the door, shirtless, waiting for me.
I was aware of the tattoos on his hands and neck, but his chest was covered.
The six-pack abs went into the V-shape groin.
The pajama pants he wore couldn’t hide his dick print.
The closer I got to him, the more I realized that I was out of my fucking mind.
“You hungry?” He asked as he closed the door behind him.
“Not really.”
“Thirsty? Like, I’m a gentleman and don’t want you to feel like you’re just a booty call. You know your way around my kitchen if you need anything.”
“I may need some water or something strong.”
“You scared?” he laughed.
“What’s funny?” I asked with an attitude.
“You’re acting like a virgin. Your whole pussy was in my face. We’re past the scared shit.”
“This is not something that I just do. You know what, I’m going to go. I knew this shit was a mistake.” I turned to leave, but he snatched me up.
“I’m not going to hurt you. This shit got me a little nervous, too, because I don’t invite women to my home. If I hurt your feelings, I’m sorry,” he kissed me. “Don’t be afraid to tell me if I say something that offends you. I’m a man, and I’m learning. Is that cool?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“So, what are you doing?” He asked.
“Whatever you want to do.”
He walked me to the kitchen and sat me on the counters as he placed soft kisses down my neck as he undressed me. After I was stripped out of my shirt, Jah stepped back and admired me.
“You’re beautiful. You know that?”
“I do.” I smiled.
“Good, because every chance you give me, I’m going to tell you. Now, get on your elbows,” he told me.
Doing as he asked, he walked back up to me and slipped my pants and panties off. He pulled me to the edge before he dived in headfirst. I threw my head back and closed my eyes to enjoy the ride. I don’t know what woman taught this man how to please a woman orally, but I had never enjoyed oral sex.
“Jah,” I gripped his waves and he knocked my hand off. “Wait…wait.”
My legs started shaking uncontrollably, and he didn’t stop until I stopped shaking.
Sitting before him naked while he still had his bottoms on made me nervous because what the hell was this man hiding?
Right as my mind started going into overdrive, he picked me up and walked me up the stairs to his bedroom.
It was so neat and smelled good. Once he lay me on the plush bed, he reached into his drawer and pulled out a condom.
Thank God.
I didn’t want to ruin the mood and tell him he needed to strap up. Not that I thought he had anything, I didn’t want to chance getting pregnant. It would be just my damn luck that I would get pregnant off the first fuck. My mouth dropped when he dropped his pajama pants, and his dick sprang out.
Act normal, Tati.
“You good?” He asked as he rolled the condom on.
“Yeah,” I lied.
Where the fuck was all that going to fit? Instead of rushing like what I was used to, Jah leaned and kissed me before slowly easing inside of me.
“Relax for me, baby. I'm not going to hurt you,” he whispered in my ear.
Just the reassurance eased me, and I relaxed my body. Just as he promised, he took his time with me until he felt I was comfortable. The sounds of my wetness gushing against his groin was making him apply more pressure.
“You feel so good, baby.”
“Jah, shiitt!”
“Mmhmm!” he pulled his dick and smacked it on my clit a few times before sliding back in.
He pushed my legs back until they were touching my ears.
I was flexible and he knew that from watching me dance.
With my legs spread, he had full access to me and I could no longer fight against his slow thrust. The deep kisses and slow strokes was something I wasn’t expecting from him.
This was love making. The type that made you fall in love and call a nigga phone back-to-back.
We stared at each other as he slowly stroked me until we both came.
“That pussy so good, baby. I love the way you’re taking this dick. Look down here and look at that pretty pussy take this dick.”
I looked down briefly before Jah released my legs and grabbed my neck.
He planted the deepest kiss on my lips until I felt his body jerking.
His moaning in my mouth gave me confirmation that he enjoyed it as much as I did.
He kissed me one more time before he got up and went to the bathroom.
All I could do was stare at the ceiling.
“I got you a bath running. While you’re bathing, I’ll hop in the shower.”
“I can shower when I get home. It’s cool,” I told him.
It wasn’t like I didn’t know what this was. Getting up from the bed, I forgot that my clothes were downstairs.
“Where are you going?” He looked at me, confused. “Nah, you ain’t going home tonight, baby. I need you in the bed with me. And not on no sexual shit.”
“Do you do this with everyone?” I asked.
“Hold that thought.” He stopped to stop my bath water. “Come on, and we can talk about it after we bathe.”
There was no way a single man who was throwing grade A dick like Jah didn’t come with problems. He was sexy, had his own money, ran a multimillion-dollar business, and was a family man.
I had my own issues and didn’t want to take on any of his.
I let him grab my hand and walk me into his master bathroom.
“I know you’re overthinking in your head. Let’s just enjoy each other’s company. And when you get out, you can ask a nigga anything. Is that cool?”
“Sure.”
“Aight, step in. I keep all of Lonni’s favorite bath products here. All of it is new, and no, another woman has not been in my tub,” he finished.
As promised, I enjoyed a nice hot bath while he showered a few feet away.
I really needed the soak because I was a little sore.
After he got dressed back in his pajama pants, he helped me out of the tub, dried me off, and oiled me down.
Where the hell did this man come from, and why was I blessed to encounter him?
“Are you still not hungry?”
“Not going to lie, I am a little hungry now.”
“I figured you would be. Came in here being all cute and shy. I ordered us something before you came. While you get dressed, I’ll go warm it up and bring it to you.”
“You really going to hold me hostage?” I asked.
“You’re free to leave. Do I want you to leave? Hell nah, but the choice is yours, baby.”
He left me there in a towel while he walked into his closet and came back with a shirt and a pair of boxers.
“If you’re staying, you can put this on while I go get the food.”
When he walked out, I snatched the clothes up and put them on. It was time for me to stop fronting like I didn’t enjoy being around this man. I just didn’t want my decisions to be based on dick alone. A few minutes later, he walked in with a tray and placed it across me.
“You’re a good host.”
“What do you take me for? I know how to treat women.” He laughed as he sat next to me.
“How did you know I would like dumplings?” I looked over at him.
“You look like you eat weird shit like me. And what person doesn’t like sushi and dumplings? If they don’t, they have no idea what they are missing.”
“You’re right,” I laughed. “My best friend that you met yesterday has a favorite sushi spot we go to. We drink and have a great time. It’s away from anyone who can run into us.”
“Good to know. What else do you like?”
I looked over at him, confused.
“What do you mean? I thought we were just…you know.”
“We’re just having a damn conversation, Tatiyonna.”
“I’m just making sure because the last man to ask me what I liked cheated.”
“I’m not him, baby. Don’t confuse that for this.”
“Okay, I like things like flowers, slow mornings, my favorite coffee or tea. Private trips and fancy dinners.”
He placed a dumpling in his mouth and nodded. “What kind of flowers do you like?”
“Pink roses or tulips. My husband constantly has pink roses delivered to the house.”
“Wait, so he’s not in the house with you?”
“Hell no! Why would he be?”
“Nah, that’s good. I just know how marriage can be tricky. Besides, you’ve been with him for a while, and you told me you still loved him.”
“I do, but I don’t ever want a man to think I’m in desperate need of them either. I have my own everything. If he wants me back, it won’t be easy. He has a lot to prove and work on. And who the hell wants to compete with a baby?”
“Fuck him. How do you like your coffee, and don’t say that black shit?”
I laughed, “Three sugars, cream, and some cold foam. A little caramel drizzle if I’m feeling fancy.”
“I’m taking it all in. You got any questions for me, or you scared?”
“Why are you single?” I blurted.
“I’m a little too picky. I don’t want just any type of woman on my arm.
I need someone that I can build with and not just have their hand out.
Not saying that I won’t carry the load. What I mean is, most women see a man like me and see a bank account.
Yes, I will spoil a woman, but I don’t want to be the only one giving, and I can’t be in her presence and not feel safe after the world done beat my ass.
I want to come home and lay on her stomach while she rubs my waves. Be my stress reliever.”
“And all the women in the world, and you haven’t found that yet?”
“They’re all taken.” He looked over at me.
We kind of both just sat in silence and ate our food.
The silence must’ve gotten to him; he pulled out a remote and dimmed the lights to turn his projector on.
He turned a movie on as he took our stuff back to the kitchen.
I went down behind him because I needed my phone.
We were so engulfed in the moment that I dropped everything and hadn’t thought about my phone since I got here.
I had several voicemails from Kileen and a few text messages.
Kileen: I’m at the house. I need a few of my blueprints out of the office. Can you answer the door, please?
Kileen: Tati, come on. I need this shit for a job. Answer the door.
“You okay?” Jah asked, seeing the stress on my face.
“Umm, yeah, my husband was at the house because he needed some blueprints.”
Jah walked off and went back upstairs. I took a moment to listen to the last voicemail Kileen left.
“Aye, I don’t know what the fuck you got going on, but it’s late, and your car is not in the garage. Where the fuck are you at? I need my shit for work, Tati. Do I need to go by Casi’s place? That’s the only other place you can be besides your daddy’s house. Call me back ASAP.”
I deleted the voicemail and headed back up the stairs. Jah was sitting with his back leaning against his headboard, watching the movie he had turned on earlier. Without saying a word, I crawled into bed next to him and lay by him.
“You know, this reminds me of being next to my husband and him ignoring me. He would either be on his laptop, on his phone, or talking my ears off about his day. He would never ask how my day was,” I said, staring off in space.
Jah turned the projector off and pulled me onto his chest. He rubbed my fucked up pixie cut and took in a deep breath.
“I wasn’t ignoring you. I was giving you space to process because I had a feeling he would throw your mood off. Your body language and facial expression told on you. I would never ignore you. That’s someone who is not in touch with themselves. It’s childish as fuck, actually.”
“I wasn’t saying that towards you. It was just being in bed with another man, and we were quiet, gave me that feeling.”
“I don’t want you to feel that way with me.”
Jah spent the rest of the night reassuring me and rubbing my back until I drifted off to sleep. It was something about being around him that made me have the best sleep.