Page 42 of Only if You Catch Me
“Gotcha boss. We gotta take a shot before you go.” I walked over to the mini bar and picked up a miniature bottle of Clase Azul.
Persia walked over and looked over the various beverages. She found a chaser, and I rinsed out the glasses on the bar before pouring shots.
“To an amazing weekend,” she smiled, and we clinked our glasses together.
After the shot, I pecked Persia on the lips three times before she went to take a shower. I poured another shot and stood out on the balcony. I saw the beach all the time in Diamond Cove,but I loved Miami too. Shit, I loved anywhere warm that had a view of the water. I was on somebody’s tropical island multiple times a year. I could see myself retiring and moving to Hawaii or California. When the drink was gone, I spent a few more minutes staring at the water before going back inside.
I unzipped the suitcase that Persia didn’t take with her to see what kind of outfits she’d bought for me. As I pulled them out of the bag, I had to nod my approval. She’d done good. I rocked with the white jeans and the white and gold Versace button up. Persia was winning points with me by the second. I had spent birthdays everywhere from Paris to Bali, but this birthday was coming in as a favorite, and it wasn’t even my actual birthday yet.
Persia stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body, and I went to take my shower. By the time I was dressed, Persia’s braids were hanging past her bottom, her face was made up, and she was wearing a gold dress.
“Nope, I know that look,” she shook her head. “If your dick is hard, you better think about Oprah or somebody and soften it up, so we can go.”
“Shiiiiiit, Oprah is rich. My dick would stay hard for sure.”
Persia laughed as she walked over to the bar to grab another shot. I joined her, and we walked down to the lobby afterward. We walked down to the fuckin’ lobby holding hands. I had never held hands with a woman a day in my life, but the shit felt good. We got smiles and compliments on how good we looked together. I was feeling so good from the tequila, I didn’t think about the fact that I hadn’t smoked until we were in the car. It was Miami. Weed wouldn’t be hard to find.
I grabbed Persia’s hand, and she spoke in a low tone. “I was thinking about giving you a threesome for your birthday, but I can’t do it. I can appreciate a pretty woman, but I don’t have agay bone in my body. And why should you have all the fun even if it is your birthday?”
“That works for me because I don’t want to share you anyway.”
Ryder would be clowning me for sure if he heard me say some shit like that. He’d have even more fun if he knew her considering a threesome made me feel some kind of way. Women were territorial as hell. The average woman wasn’t trying to share her dick even if she was getting some pleasure out of the deal. Persia never tripped. She didn’t question me or ever worry about what I did when I wasn’t with her. It was me checking in frequently to see if she was having sex with someone besides me.
I had no issue falling in love as long as the feelings were mutual. With Persia I couldn’t tell. She gave a fuck nigga like David a chance but was giving me a hard time, and it was frustrating.
“After dinner, we are going to the strip club though. I will pay for you to get a dance or two,” she smirked.
“If you’re trying to make me fall in love, just say that.”
Persia chuckled and laid her head on my shoulder. For the first time in a long time, I was content. My businesses were doing great, and I was no longer in the game looking over my shoulder and being aggravated. My money was good, and I was healthy. It was the perfect time to have a child. In the beginning, I had only been looking for someone to have my child. I had no interest in being in a relationship with her, but that shit had changed. I not only wanted Persia to give me a child, I wanted to be with her. I wanted to be with her and nobody else for as long as I had breath in my body. I just didn’t know if she was with it.
CHAPTER 17
PERSIA
The two nightsKastian and I spent in Miami were a literal movie. We had so much fun and nasty ass sex that it was surreal. I was so glad that I wasn’t ovulating because we had more than one slip up. The liquor was flowing abundantly, and we couldn’t keep our hands off one another. The weather, vibes, and chemistry between us turned everything up a notch and turned us into animals. As I got dressed to go to the airport, I felt like a zombie. My ass was running off four hours of sleep and was still slightly drunk. I could look at Kastian and tell he was just as tired as me. Shades were going to be a must.
He entered the bathroom while I was brushing my teeth. “Omar is blowing you up. Who the hell is that?” he asked with a frown.
I spit and rinsed my mouth out while wondering why he looked so agitated. “Omar is the guy that took me to dinner for my birthday. We went to school together.”
“And you’re still talking to him?” Kastian’s frown deepened.
“We’ve only gone out one other time since my birthday, but yes, we talk every now and then. Is that a problem?” I questioned with raised brows.
“Fuck you mean is it a problem? Persia we been fucking around for seven months. I’ve put my mouth on every inch of your body, and we’ve had unprotected sex more than once. You said you didn’t want to rush into another relationship but again, it’s been seven months. I’m starting to wonder if you need that much healing or if you just like being a bop.”
“Excuse me?!” I screeched. “First of all, you’re too damn old to be using the word bop. Second, you got me fucked up, nigga. It’s my understanding that a bop sleeps around, and that’s definitely not me. Don’t get beside yourself.”
“The fact remains that I don’t talk to other women like that because I’m too focused on you. The only reason I haven’t cut everyone completely off is because I’m waiting on you. But you’re out here having fun, and I’m not about to keep waiting.”
We had such a wonderful weekend, but it had officially been ruined. Kastian was blowing me. “You don’t have to wait, Kastian. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I was married for six years, and it’s a problem if I want to be single for six months?”
“You can be as single as you want to be, Love. Thank you for the birthday trip. I think I’ll stay in Miami for another day.” He set my phone on the counter and walked out of the bathroom.
Stunned, I stood there stuck on stupid. Jealousy could be cute coming from a man but in that moment, all I was, was pissed. The fact that I had to keep repeating myself was annoying enough. Kastian had never in life had a girlfriend. No matter what woman wanted to be with him, he knew what he didn’t want, and he stood on that. But it was an issue because I was standing on business. I liked him. I actually liked him a lot. However, I needed to be sure that I was doing things in the right way and for the right reason. I literally hadn’t had sex with anyone else. I bet he couldn’t say the same. It wasn’t about me wanting to be with different men.
Ironically, Omar was starting to become impatient also. I was actually shocked that he’d stuck around for as long as he had because I wouldn’t let him touch me. Snapping out of the daze that I was in, I gathered my things and walked to the door. Kastian was out on the balcony on the phone. I doubted he’d hear it, but I still slammed the door when I walked out. In the lobby, I requested a ride to the airport and waited patiently for my driver to arrive. Never in a million years did I think our Miami trip would end like this. It literally went from sugar to shit in moments.
