Page 7 of Verse Two
He shook his head and held up his phone. “I extended my stay a few minutes ago. As much as I’d love to see your place, I peeped that you have a roommate. No disrespect to her, but I want you to myself while we get to know each other again.”
My smile grew wider, and I immediately covered my face. A second later, my hands were being pulled away from me. Instead of letting them go, he maintained our connection and rested our hands on the bar.
“Please?” he asked in that sexy voice of his.
I rolled my eyes up to the ceiling, trying to pretend I was considering his offer. The truth was, my mind was made up as soon as he posed the question.
After a few silent moments, I glanced at him again and smiled.
“Lead the way.”
Four
Brick
“This was way smarter than going to my house,” Dy said, cutting her filet mignon into thin strips.
I took another bite of my burger and glanced at her.
“Why you say that?” I asked after chewing my food.
She laughed. “We barely have groceries. Oh my God! I never checked back in with Wilde. I know she’s probably cussin’ me out right now.” I remained seated and watched her hop up and leave the living room.
The large hotel had several restaurants, but we ordered room service and sat on the floor, our plates on the coffee table while the television played. A minute later, she reentered the room with her phone in her hand. She was tapping the screen and biting her lip.
“Everything good?” I asked.
She glanced at me. “My roommate slash best friend, Wilder, called me almost twenty times. The last time I talked to her,I said I was coming home, so I’m sure she’s going crazy right now.”
She returned to her spot beside me and crossed her legs. She tapped her screen again then propped it up on the bowl in the center of the coffee table. I realized she was video dialing this Wilder person, and she had placed the phone in a position where I couldn’t be seen. I chuckled.
It barely rang twice before Wilder picked up.
“Girl!” she yelled with the angriest look on her face. “Where the hell are you? Do you know I called the police, and they said?—”
She stopped abruptly then brought her face closer to the phone. Her eyebrow was the only thing on the screen at that point, and it scrunched immediately. She pulled the phone back so that her whole face was in the frame.
“Dylan, where the hell are you?” Wilder’s calm tone was in direct contrast to the expression on her face, and if I didn’t know Dy was trying to hide me right now, I would have laughed out loud. The girl clearly cared about my Doll, and I could appreciate that, but she could rest assured that Dy was in great hands.
My Doll sighed. “I’m about to tell you, but you have to promise not to interrupt me first.”
Wilder said nothing, so after a few seconds, Dy spoke up again.
“You promise?”
“Bitch, . . . your location is off, and I’ve been calling you for hours. I’m sittin’ in this house thinkin’ you got sucked up in a snowstorm like Dorothy, only for you to call me back two hours later in an expensive ass room at thePalace. I’m tryin’ my best not to cuss yo’ inconsiderate ass out, but if you keep stallin’, that’s exactly what’s about to happen.”
That made me chuckle and Dy laugh.
“First of all, Dorothy was in a tornado, not a snowstorm, and second, . . . I guess we’ll revisit how it is you knowexactlywhat hotel I’m at if my location isn’t working. But anyway, . . . I ran into an old friend at the airport, and?—”
“Old friend? I’m the only friend you got, so what the hell are you talkin’ about?”
“I said, let me get it out, girl, damn.”
I chuckled and put my fork down, enjoying every minute of Dylan being herself. She had been in shy mode since she saw me, and I was over that.
With a huff, she rolled her eyes hard and said, “This is a friend from Terry. I’m sure I mentioned him to you when we first met. His name is Brick.”
