Page 73 of Devanté
“I know. Thanks, Noa.” I ended the call and headed toward Blake’s. While I was on the phone with Noa, I saw a glimpse of Versace bedsheets. I knew those sheets.
She was at Blake’s house probably with Blake sitting right there.
I put on Jill Scott while I drove and let her soothing voice sing me down the freeway.
I pulled into Blake’s driveway and turned my music up loud enough for her to hear it. Her neighborhood was pretty secluded and the houses weren’t on top of each other so I doubted I was disturbing the peace.
Jill must have reached up through the window and grabbed Blake because I saw the curtains move to the side. I only caught a glimpse of her face but even that glimpse set me on fucking fire. I had to explain things to her.
I got out of the car and sat on the hood, refusing to leave or turn down the music. If this was the only way to get her to talk to me, then so be it. I’d make myself comfortable.
After the first song came and went. The front door opened and Noa appeared. I waved at her with a bright smile and she rolled her eyes marching over to the car. “Devanté,” she grumbled.
“What’s up, Noa?” I relaxed on the hood of my car, locking my fingers behind my head before I laid against the windshield.
“Oh my god. First of all, how the fuck do you make everything look like a photoshoot? Second, what are you doing? This is not Say Anything. You can’t sit under someone’s window blasting music.”
“But look, I’m doing it.” I winked at her and she growled, balling her little fists up at her side.
“You gotta go,” she told me.
“I’ll leave after Blake comes out here and talks to me. I’ve been calling her and texting her and she won’t answer me. We need to talk.”
“Okay, and you can’t wait for her to answer your calls? You show up in her driveway like a crazy person?”
“Yup. Last time I waited eight years passed. I’m not letting that happen again. So if I have to lay out here on my car, blasting Jill Scott for eight years, at least I’ll know I did every fucking thing I could.”
“Dammit…how does she stay mad at you? I’m gay as fuck and I even want to forgive you.” We shared a laugh for a minute but she was frowning at me again in the next second. “Still doesn’t change the fact that you’re an asshole.”
“I’m not. Tell Blake to come out here and I’ll explain everything.”
“It’s not up to me.”
“Okay, so like I said, I’ll be sitting here until she comes out.”
Noa tossed her hands in the air and stomped toward the house. I shrugged and watched the window where Blake was stationed. A few minutes later, the curtain fell back in place and the front door opened.
Blake stood there for a minute, eyeing me. I did the same because…damn, she was fine. Her long dark hair was swept to one side, tumbling down her shoulder, her face was bare and she had on glasses. My eyes traveled down her body, clinging to her full curves. She was in all white like an angel. A soft white shirt, wide-leg white pants, and a black and red silk kimono.
“Go home, Devanté.” She sighed, walking toward me. The sun exploded behind her in a shower of golden rays making her look ethereal. I sat up to get a better look at the way her hips swayed when she moved.
“Not until you hear me out.”
“No thanks. You can save that for the mother of your child. Does she listen to you whenever you feel like spouting bullshit out of your mouth?”
I sighed and wet my lips, staring at her beautiful face. I had to get my words together. Blake could spot bullshit a mile away and she had no problem calling me on it. She never did.
“Are you licking your lips to lubricate the lies before they come out?” Blake’s arms were folded tight across her chest.
“Wow. Can I talk before you start taking shots, Blake?”
“No. If I give you an inch, you’ll take a mile.”
“I leave all the taking to you.” I slid off the hood of my car and walked closer to her. Her arms dropped and her throat dipped when she swallowed. “You’re so good at taking things. Taking my dick. Taking my tongue.” I touched her hair and she yanked away from me.
“Stop it. That’s all you can think about, isn’t it? Sex.”
“No, Blake. Fuck. I’m joking. Listen to me, okay?” I drew in a deep breath and grabbed her hand before she backed away from me further. “I fucked this chick after a party one night. She told me she had my baby six months later. She’s been trying to pin this kid on me ever since. My lawyers have offered to do a paternity test but she keeps finding excuses.” My shoulders dropped along with my head. Talking about Renee stressed me out. “She popped up at my house with the baby the other day when I was chilling with my family and asked me to watch him so she could go to a meeting. My mother said yes. I had nothing to do with it.
