Page 13 of F*ckin' With Me
My head slanted toward Simonette who looked like her ass was about to agree. When her head lifted and eyes locked with mine, she knew better. She cleared her throat. “I’d rather you not.”
Mrs. Brand looked like her head would explode. “Excuse me, young lady. This is your sister’s wedding. She deserves luxury more than you do.”
“Aye, Simone, that’s not what you’re going to do. If Justin wanted her in that kind of luxury, then he would have paid for it.” Mr. Brand’s voice wasn’t loud, but it still possessed a power that was absolute. “Stop with the entitled bullshit.” He walked toward his wife, put his mouth near her ear, then said lowly, “Don’t piss me off, Simone.”
Ah, shit. “Lanette, you and your fiancé are more than welcome to board the jet if you want to split the cost. I paid roughly $224,000, but let’s say $220,000. If your man can wire me $110,000, y’all are welcome,” I told Lanette.
She stood there with stupid glazed over her face. When she glanced at her father, he snickered. “Y’all got me fucked up. I’m already paying for this obscene wedding for an at-max three-year marriage.”
“Daddy!” Lanette looked mortified. “Don’t say that.” Her tears wet the corner of her eyes.
Simonette squeezed my hand. “Um, you guys have a safe flight. We’ll see you when you get there.”
I wrapped my arm around her waist and turned with her. When we were steps away, I smacked her on her ass. “Good girl. You need to stand up for yourself and say no more often. It suits you.” I burst into laughter at the shocked expression on her face. My lips went to her ear, and I whispered, “I told you that I’m on you this weekend.”
“You chartered a jet? Why would you do that?” she asked.
I helped her step up into the SUV. I reached over to put her seat belt on. “I did it because you deserve it.”
Noonu Atoll, Maldives . . .
Damn, I should have come here long before now.With the travel and time difference, we arrived in the Maldives at noon their time. Jet lag was going to kick our ass. I understood why we’d left on a Wednesday.
The jet ride was cool as hell. Rissa came up with games to help Simonette and me get to know each other. One of the games wasnever have I ever. Let’s just say, Simonette ain’t never done shit. I was shocked as fuck to learn that the first kiss she ever had was when I kissed her earlier that day. There was no reason to test the virgin angle, but like an ass, Rashad did. I never thought I would meet a thirty-year-old virgin.
“Wow! This is so nice. We could have stayed in the villa my parents rented with—” Simonette shut that shit up when I glared at her.
Rissa giggled. “I’m going to put my stuff in my room. Simonette, you gonna learn, girl. I know we just met and all, but your learning curve is real steep, sis.” She went to a room, and Rashad went to another.
I stepped in front of Simonette. “Do you really think my grown ass with my own money would allow another grown ass man to pay for my travel and lodging? I don’t give a fuck how fake this is; I’m still a man. Stop playing with me, Simonette. There’s not too much that has changed about me from college when it comes to my respect. Now, come on so we can take a nap.”
“Wait. I’m staying in the same room with you?” She was on my heels with panic thick in her tone. “I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.”
I put our luggage down in the master bedroom. “Simonette. First, this is a three-bedroom villa. I know I’m not sleeping on anyone’s couch, and neither are you. Secondly, do you not think that your nosy ass mama and sister won’t come in here to see what’s up with our accommodations? If they notice that we aren’t sleeping in the same room, then they really are going to think this shit is fake.”
“Oh, I didn’t think of that. I guess you’re right,” she said nervously. Damn, I needed to find a way to make her more comfortable with this arrangement that her little ass wanted.
I sat on the bed, leaned forward, gripped the back of her legs, then pulled her between my legs. “Look, I’m not going to do anything that you don’t want me to do. If at any time I make you feel uncomfortable, just tell me. You want to establish a safe word or some shit?”
Her giggles were cute. “No, that’s not necessary. It’s just, I’ve never been this close to a man.”
“I can’t believe your ass has never been in a relationship of any kind.” That shit was so hard for me to believe. I knew females who were ten times weirder than Simonette, and they were getting their backs caved in. That kinky sex shit too. “Simonette, you do know that you’re a beautiful woman, right?”
She shifted on her feet. “Daylen, I know I’m not an ugly woman. Geez, I know that I have some insecurities, but I’m not that far gone to think I’m ugly. Weird, yes, but ugly, no.”
My hands flew up in surrender. “My bad, beautiful. I just want to make sure you know the beauty you possess. Drag your nuts, babe.”
Her face contorted. “Drag my nuts? What does that mean? Because I don’t have nuts.”
My head flew back with laughter. I pushed her back lightly so I could stand. “I know you don’t have nuts. It means to walk in your greatness. You have so much to learn. Let’s see if we can get most of it in this weekend.”
I smacked her ass before I told her that I was going to take a shower. I peeked over my shoulder before I went into the bathroom. Her bottom lip was between her teeth.Yeah, she likes that shit.That virgin had some freak in her.
I wasn’t sure how long we were asleep before the doorbell of the villa rang. I stretched my arms up, then froze.I know good and well . . .My head tilted down, and a smile dressed my face. The shy ass woman who didn’t want to sleep in the same room had her body wrapped around mine like we slept together every night. I wrapped an arm around her before I kissed her forehead.
She stirred in my arms before her eyes popped open. She moved back like I was a hot fire she wanted to get away from. “I’m so sorry! I thought you were my body pillow. I sleep with a body pillow at home.” Her eyes still had sleep in them.
“You cool. Someone’s at the door.” I climbed out of bed. Before I left the room, I turned in her direction. “Simonette, if you thought I was your body pillow, then you need to buy a new one. Your shit must be hard as hell.”
