Page 24 of Drill Session

“Well, telling my parents—my daddy is different.”

“How different is it than anything else Akira?”

“What do you mean?”

“Exactly what the fuck I’m saying! How is it different than anything else? We supposed to keep sneaking and fucking around? I’m only doing this shit for your sake. I don’t give a fuck about your folks knowing that we fuck.”

He leaned up off the bed and moved his feet to the side of it. His muscular back faced me. Even that was filled with colorful tattoos, a living, breathing art gallery. My eyes traveled down to the red scratches on his back. After our fuck session, he hissed when the hot water from the shower hit it. They looked like cat scratches from last night. Now they were red and looked like they were healing. I offered to apply ointment, but he said it wouldn’t help any way and to leave it alone. When he stood up, I noticed the scowl on his face. He was naked from the waist down, so my eyes trailed down to his bare ass and the way his dick was swaying back and forth made my mouth water.

He sauntered out of the bedroom, and I made it my business to follow him. To give him room to handle his business, he stopped at the toilet to pee. After flushing the toilet, he washed his hands and brushed his teeth.

“I’m not hiding you if that’s what you’re thinking.” I retorted and folded my arms over my exposed breasts.

“Think or is that what I know.” He turned his head to say before putting his hands together to palm hot water. I watched him bend down and put water on his face, preparing to wash it.

“What are you getting at Drill?”

“Exactly what the fuck I said Akira. The other day, I fucked the eyelashes off you then your pops pulled up. You had me ass naked, grabbing my clothes and shit, like a lil’ bitch ass nigga and told me to hide in the closet. That’s shit I used to do when I was in middle school baby.”

The moment was a vivid memory in my mental rolodex. He called it childish then and he was calling it childish now. However, I explained to him why I did it. This thing with him was sudden and I wanted to reveal our relationship to my family the right way. That night, after we fucked in his car, we took a shower and fucked in the shower. He couldn’t sleep in my room, so I snuck him down the hall to the guest room and he had no problem with it then, so his retorts were new to me.

“Nothing about me is childish. I just need time?—”

“Time,” he scoffed with his face full of bubbles now. “You need time, huh?”

“Where is all this shit coming from Drill?”

“How the fuck you admit your love for me but you keeping shit a secret to your folks? Got me hiding and shit under the bed, lying to your daddy, treating me like a side nigga. I don’t get you, mane.” His voice was muffled as he scrubbed his face with the Cetaphil face wash.

I cocked my neck at his last statement and sucked my teeth. Some shit was brewing between us, and I didn’t like it, not one bit. It was strange.

“You don’t get me, but the only time you use the word love is when I’m under you and your dick is in my pussy. You can’t fathom the thought of another niggaorbitch sucking on my pussy, but you don’t know if you want a relationship with me or if you want to be with me? That’s that mental tennis niggas with good dick like you love to play. So, if we’re on the list of talking about shit we don’t get with each other, then don’t forget to air your shit out too nigga.” I snapped and walked off.

My chest heaved up and down from being upset. Our shit has been reduced to being childish. Nigga had the fucking audacity to call me childish. That was a low blow above all things he could’ve said and my feelings were bruised. With this being our last night here, I wanted to be in eternal bliss, kissing and sucking on his neck and riding dick until it was time for us to leave but those plans were short lived. Doing him a favor, I continued to remain childish and got dressed to head out. To take shit further, I blocked his number and called our driver to pick me up. I hadn’t eaten anything since last night and my stomach growling all morning was evident that I needed to put something on my stomach. My driver recommended some good brunch spots so I told him to choose the one closest to the beach house, so I wouldn’t be too far. On the way there I called Jalisa, so I could tell her my side of the story and if her ass told me I was wrong, then I was going to hang up and block her too. From the way the conversation was going, I didn’t have to do that.

“Calling you childish was definitely a low blow,” he responded.

“Exactly.”

With the phone clutched to my ear, I looked through the tinted windows at my surroundings.

“Has he ever addressed it before about him hiding in the closet? You know niggas be saying shit in a joking way, but they be dead fucking serious,” she muttered, then started talking to someone else. I could tell she was at work. That skyrocketed my irritation more because sometimes in the middle of me venting, she’d tell me to hold on.

“Yeah, he has, and the first time we talked about it, he didn’t make it be a big deal. It was only one time?—”

“Akira, hold on real quick?—”

Before she could finish her damn sentence, I hung up the phone in her face and blocked her. The car came to a complete stop and the view was breath taking. We were outside this beautiful restaurant. People were sitting outside, enjoying their food, holding conversations amongst their partners and some dined alone. Despite being outdoors, the restaurant's seating area was sheltered by a sturdy wooden roof, creating a cozy atmosphere. Black and grey stones, rough and cool to the touch, created a path. In the seating area, the grey marble tables offered a sleek contrast to the sturdy, short steeca corto stools; the whole scene evoked a sense of grounded elegance that I wanted to intake.

“Should I go back and get Mr. Washington?” he asked.

“No,” I outburst making his eyes bulge, then I calmed my tone down. “I mean,” I cleared my throat before I finished my sentence. “He was sleep when I left and didn’t want to wake him.”

“It’s not in my job description to lie if he asks Ms. Moore,” he rebutted.

“Look, I shouldn’t be here long, just sit here and wait on me.” Before he could get out of the car and open my door, I pushed it open and slammed it shut.

The cool breeze wafted past me, provided coolness to my scalp through my boho knotless braids. I clenched my shoulders and walked ahead on the stones smiling and waving at anybody who greeted me. The hospitality here is so friendly and calm and it’s definitely what I need after the pissy ass mood Drill put me in. As I entered the restaurant, out the corner of my eye, I spotted Saira sitting with two guys. I didn’t want to make it apparent that I was staring at them, so I looked the other way, when one of them spotted me and kept trotting along. The bar was completely empty except for the bartender polishing glasses, so I sat down at the counter. Noticing my presence, she placed the clean white towel under the counter and greeted me with a friendly gesture as she parted her lips to smile.

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