Page 20 of Hellcat Barbies: Imani
Again, where did he come from?
Daymir is a fine-ass gentle giant.
I can get used to this-to him.
“Thank you,” I utter, still reeling from his thoughtfulness. I’ve been offered a towel in my past but never had I experienced this, big strong hands taking care of me with such tenderness.
Leaving me in awe, he takes the towel back into his bathroom. When he returns, he climbs back in bed and I climb back on him. My head lays on his chest, my arm drapes across his waist, and my leg grazes his third one.
“Don’t wake the beast,” he teases.
“That’s the perfect name,” I admit and he chuckles.
His big hand palms my ass and his other caresses my back. “Shit, then, Beauty and the Beast,” he utters and I smile.
“I like that.”
“Now, tell me what’s up with you,” he says.
I debate giving him the long version of my trying morning or just keeping it simple for a minute and simple wins. “I got fired,” I admit.
“Fired. For what?”
“Some bullshit,” I begin. I know my severance agreement says that I can’t discuss what happened in that OR but I disregard that. Something tells me that my secrets are safe with Daymir. My comfortability level with him is surprisingly through the roof. I guess saving my life affords him that so I continue without any regard, “A doctor left a sponge in a patient and she’s suing. The hospital needs somebody to blame. So, they blamed me, the scrub tech.”
“That’s fucked up.”
“Very.”
“What’s the doctor’s name?” he asks.
“Why?”
“Just curious. I might want to pay homeboy a visit,” he says seriously, almost too serious.
“You don’t have to do that. I already fucked him up before I left the hospital today,” I say and he erupts in a low deep chuckle. “Don’t laugh. I’m dead ass. I beat his ass; they had to help him off the floor.”
His hand caresses my chin then he lifts my head up. When our eyes meet, he says, “You’re serious.”
“Yes.”
“A surgical genius, lady driver, and a fighter?”
“All of that,” I assure him then my other words just flow out. “I loved that job. It was my dream job. When you’re a scrub tech you look for your right specialty and the right facility. I had worked in other areas back home in Diamond Cove but once I got into trauma and emergency, I loved it and everyone knows that Mount Sinai has the best trauma surgery department. So, for me to end up there was everything. It was the something good I needed in my life but now it’s gone. I felt like shit and Ijust wanted to feel better. You were the first thing that came to mind so, I texted.”
“And came here looking like that. You seduced and used a nigga,” he says but I can hear the lightness in his baritone.
“I did and while I should say I’m sorry; I’m not though. I was a hot, mad, sad mess this morning and you were exactly what I needed. I’ve been smiling since you opened the door so thank you.”
“Nah. Thank you.” He squeezes my ass then slaps it lightly. “I’m a man and I love pussy. I love it even more when it belongs to a beauty who patches niggas up, drives a hellcat, and lays niggas down.” He flips us over on the bed and he’s looming over me. “You fed me; now let me feed you.”
A huge smile spreads across my face. “Your cheesesteak?” I ask.
“Yea and my secret recipe fries.”
“Sounds delicious.”
“I know something that tastes better but they’re pretty good. Get comfortable while I cook.”
