Page 53 of Hellcat Barbies: Imani
Daymir:Stay in your ride
Me: Ok
I pull down my visor for one final check, apply a little more burgundy lip liner, and finger comb my locs to the side. I have an oil roll-on in my tote so, I grab it, apply a little behind my neck, in my cleavage, and then on my wrists. Then, I kill my engine and wait for Daymir. I don’t wait long because not even a minute later, I spot him walking out of the building, looking like he owns it. He treks over to my ride and opens my door. When he does, his woodsy scent with amber notes fills my nose and I smile.I missed that smell.
“Why couldn’t I come up? You had to get rid of your girl or something?” I tease.
“How can I get rid of her when she’s right here, looking edible as fuck,” he says as his eyes lazily take a tour of me, from the top of my head down to my Miu Mius. “Damn, I miss you,” he says while holding his hand out for me. Of course, I take it and when my feet are on the pavement, he pulls me up and into his big, strong arms.
“Mm,” I sigh from being back in his embrace.I really missed him.
My arms fly around his neck and he buries his head into the side of my neck. After inhaling me, he peppers soft kisses onmy neck then on my ear. “There’s no other woman that feels like this,” he says as his hands caress my back. “And not once that tastes as sweet as this,” he utters before kissing my neck again. I was already melting into him but now, his words have me putty in his hands.
“In case you’re wondering,” I say. “The break is over.”
His head lifts and we are eye to eye. “Damn right it is,” he says before capturing my mouth with his. He doesn’t just kiss me, he possesses my mouth, stills my breath, and obliterates any thoughts, past, present, and future, of us ever breaking again. When he eventually lets me breathe, it takes me a minute to gain my composure and speak.
“Can I come upstairs?” I ask.
“Yeah, but you can’t leave.”
“So, you’re kidnapping me?” I say with a smirk.
“Most definitely.”
“Well, grab my bag out of the backseat.”
“Oh, so you planned on staying.”
“I was talking about my food bag. I cooked ya’ll dinner but my emergency spend-the-night bag is in my trunk,” I reveal and his handsome face contorts.
“Spend-the-night bag for who?”
“For when I take late night drives with no destination in mind. I’m always prepared.”
“I’ll grab that shit but we got to talk about that later.”
“It’s not for a man,” I tell him.
“Oh, I wasn’t worried about that.”
“Then what?”
“Later, baby. Let’s get you and this food upstairs. It’s getting late and DJ’s little ass was just asking about dinner.”
“I hope he likes it.”
“He will.”
Daymir kisses the side of my neck again then squeezes my ass before releasing me. While he grabs my duffle from the trunk and food bag from the back seat, I grab my tote, keys, and cell. Then, we walk into the building and take the elevator to his place. When we walk in, he takes the food into the kitchen and I follow him. As he places the bag on the kitchen counter, I place my tote on the small table next to his sectional then follow him.
“I’m going to take your bag into my room and get him. Do what you need in here,” he tells me before kissing my lips again.
After washing my hands, I open my bag and pull out the food and the honey mustard I made for the tenders. Everything is still hot so I grab three plates from his cabinets and fill them up. Because I don’t know if DJ like carrots or broccoli, I only give him a very small potion of each.
“Hey, Miss Imani,” I hear from behind. I’m in the fridge, grabbing ketchup and bottles of water. When I turn around, DJ is walking towards me, smiling looking just like his daddy.
“Hey, DJ. How are you?” I ask.
