Page 23 of Drill Session

I gasped and laughed at his irrational outburst. “Daddy, no!”

The staring competition started again, and I held my composure. “Will you stop doing that?” I cackled. “I’m grown, I don’t have to lie to you about anything.”

“Well, your mama and I have been married for twenty plus years, and she still does it. I don’t have to exempt you from that. Just like I tore her ass up last night, I’ll do it to you too,” he warned me.

“Oh daddy please, I’m sure my mama and I won’t get the same type of whupping that you’re talking about and that’s disgusting, please don’t put that image in my head before I’ve had anything to eat. That’ll ruin my appetite.”

He softened up his tone to reply, “I’m just letting you know, baby girl. You’ll always be my baby.”

“I know daddy,” I smiled.

“Show me around the place you’re staying, your mama told me it’s nice when she called you,” he spoke.

“I told her the way it looks, I didn’t show her the place,” I replied hastily.

His brow rose and I changed my tone. “I need to clean up daddy. It’s messy in here,” I lied.

“Another damn lie,” he called out making me snorkel. “What you hiding?”

“Who said I was hiding anything,” I rolled my eyes and neck.

“Then show me the damn place Akira, your mama and I might want to come out there.”

I bit down on my lip debating on whether or not I wanted to show him the beach house. Granted this place was too beautiful not to show off. It was a breath of fresh air and whoever decorated the place had some great style and a great eye for color and placement. The sterile, brightly lit space, with its rows of identical furniture, reminded me of those furniture showrooms they use for modeling. There was a color scheme of crème and beige going on. I would think because of the place being called Lover’s Island, they wanted to implement the scheme of red, but I don’t think I’d be okay with a being decorated in those dark colors, so I’m glad whoever decorated this chose this style and theme took that into consideration.

“Okay let me straighten up first.”

Without hearing a response, I put the phone on mute and got up from the couch to make sure Drill was still sleeping soundly. This was going to be a quick show. I knew my nosey ass daddy would call and thankfully everything was working out in my favor, the quicker I could get him off the phone. Taking the phone off mute, I showed him around the house, making sure to put the camera on my feet when I showed him the bedroom so he couldn’t see Drill. I forgot his body wash was in the shower because he wanted to see the bathroom too, I had to think of a quick lie and say it was complimentary body wash, and he went along with that.

“Well alright baby girl, I ain’t gone hold you too long,” he spoke, satisfied with everything and what he saw.

“Okay daddy, my flight leaves tonight, I’ll be sure to call you before I get on the plane. I love you.”

“I love you more,” he replied, then ended the call.

With a deep sigh, I released my robe from around my waist and sat my phone on the nightstand. My knee sank through the bed as I dipped under the comforter set to join Drill on the bed. Snuggling closer to him, I wrapped my arms around his body and my body relaxed next to his. The warmth radiating from his dark skin caused me to melt next to him. My cheek rested on his muscular arm. Just the sound of hearing him breathe was making me swoon and the butterflies flutter in my stomach. Everything felt surreal as I closed my eyes and envisioned what life would be like for us now that I admitted my love for him.

I used to be so prideful admitting the way I felt to men, because it wouldn’t make a difference in the way they treated you, but it was like those motives were on a hidden agenda and the second you start to feel something, they do some fuck shit and make you feel nothing, as if those feelings were never there. I’ve always been good at reading the room and with Drill I didn’t get those vibes, I just hope my heart was right about the way I was feeling, because my mind was driving me crazy.

The bass from his deep voice jolted my eyes open as it boomed in the quiet room like a speaker.

“Why you lie?” He questioned.

“Huh,” I retorted in a confused state. My brows creased as I lifted my head to look at him. His face was turned towards him and his head rested on the pillow, but his eyes remained closed.

“If you can huh, you can fuckin’ hear. Why you lie to your daddy about being out with me?”

I sat up on the bed and readjusted my posture so that my back was resting against the headboard.

“Technically I didn’t lie, Drill. I didn’t tell him who I was out here with. They don’t need to know that. You know I’m very private,” I spoke with honesty, at least part of it was.

“You think Derrick don’t know where the fuck we at?”

My eyes were trained on his handsome face, and they darted around his sexy side profile. His chiseled jaw line stuck out and his face was clear, free of any blemishes and acne. When he opened his eyes, they landed on mine.

“Unless you told him,” I responded with an attitude towards him now.

“You think that nigga can’t put two and two together? Regardless of what the fuck I told him. You think he don’t know?”

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