Page 27 of U + Me : The Finale
“It’s a four and three…four bedrooms, three bathrooms.” He replied as we walked up a few steps.
“That’s a lot of space for one person.”
“This nothing major. I can show you some big shit.”
“I can only imagine. But four bedrooms, sheesh,” I chortled.
“The master, office, guest room, and my mancave.”
“Can’t even be mad at that.”
There was a small area when you first walked up where you could put your shoes and coat. Then you step into a kitchen that screams southern style, from the marble countertops, crown molding around the cabinets and the farm style sink. I wasin love. His kitchen made you want to cook and even if you couldn’t, you’d want to learn how to just so you could cook in it.
He gave me a tour of the house and every room except for the mancave.
“The cave is something you gotta work for the privilege to enter.”
“That just makes me more curious,” I laughed.
“No one’s been in there but me, at least thus far it hasn’t happened. Ion bring females to my crib. It’s plenty hotels between my shit and theirs. That shit cause problems and Ion need none of that at my home front.”
“I feel special.” I smirked, giving him a kiss, in hopes that I made him feel just as spent as he did when he kissed me earlier.
“I’m fuckin’ up somewhere.”
“Why you say that?”
“All you should ever feel is special in my presence.”
“That’s not what I meant. You definitely been doing your big one. I haven’t been able to stop smiling.”
We walked up to a barn style door then Darius sat our bags down then turned to face me. No words needed to be spoken, the look in his eyes said it all. He was looking at me like I had nothing to ever worry about. A confidence that screamed, he had me, and it was a look that I could stare into for a lifetime. Darius was officially back down and fully in. My heart opened so wide for him and the sense of home hit me so strong, I couldn’t ignore it, no matter how hard I tried.
He opened the barn door, and just as I expected it was the master, which was massive, masculine, and smelled like just him. It was intoxicating, I could see myself never wanting to leave his space. I missed being in his space so much I had to keep from getting emotional.
“This givin’ me all the back home feels.”
“With you here, I can see that.” Darius was looking at me like he was trying to read my mind. “I figured we could get freshened up, then go have a good southern breakfast.”
“By the time we get dressed breakfast will be over.”
“Waffle House twenty-four hours baby.”
“You must really like this Waffle House place.” I laughed.
“It’s a southern staple. You gotta try it. Here’s your bag.” Darius placed my suitcase and duffle bag on a bench in the closet section in his bathroom.
His bathroom was massive, the toilet was in a corner, and it had a door for privacy. The tub was gigantic and was separated from the shower, with a built in TV on the wall. The shower was big enough for four people at the very least. The opposite wall from the tub and shower was a double-vanity but each sink was separated by a cabinet unit. It was like two bathrooms in one. One sink had the stuff Darius used to wash his face and brush his teeth, and the other sink had all of his cologne, beard oils, beard brush. My boo was living that good life and no matter how hard I tried to squint my eyes, to look, there was no sign of a woman anywhere.
Then the closet was a whole other experience. It was more than just a walk-in closet, it was more like a room, and it was open completely from the bathroom as if he took the wall down that would’ve separated it from the bathroom with a doorway. When you walked all the way inside, there was a section for nothing but shoes. Then his clothes were organized by vibe, like business, athletic and casual.
The jewelry case and floor to ceiling mirrors were what really set it off. Darius was living like a celebrity. You had to have that paper to be living like this. All I could think was Darius was like a younger version of my dad. When I moved with my dad, he did everything he could to give me the world, and he did. He was living good, so of course I was too, but I still had to learn howto make my own money. My dad spoiled me, like he was making up for lost time and then some, but he still taught me the game. He made sure to show me just how important hard work was in order to live a certain lifestyle. What he subconsciously did was set a tone of how I should be treated by people who claimed they loved me. I didn’t want for anything, and I felt protected with my dad just as Darius had always made me feel.
Darius showed me where I could put my things for the time I’d be there, if I wanted to unpack. He was doing everything he could to accommodate making space for me in his personal space and it was working. Ion know if it was his bathtub or shower that was calling my name the loudest. I loved me a good long soak in the tub, but the way my stomach was grumbling, I went with the shower instead because it was quicker, and I had just straightened my hair the other day and really didn’t want to have to do it again so soon.
Before I stepped into the shower there were a bunch of different shower heads including one hanging at the top on the ceiling that was the most intimidating. The last thing I wanted was for the shower to rain down on top of me.
“D! Can you come help me with this shower please? I’m a sucker for cute, but this shit too fancy,” I shouted from the bedroom.
