Page 10 of Turned Out by His Hood Mentality 2

“His room is beautiful. Who’s doing the décor? Your mom?” I asked.

“Damn, why you gotta give my mama the credit? I do the décor, shorty. Everything you see in this house was picked by me personally,” he boasted.

“Well, you did a good job. You have a good eye,” I told him.

Billionaire pulled me to him and kissed my forehead.

“Anybody could look at you and be able to tell that I have a good eye. Come on. Let me show you Khari’s room. She’s sleep, though, so don’t go in there being all loud when you see how nice her room is,” he joked as he stepped away from me.

I laughed and then followed him out of the room. Khari’s room was literally right across from her brother’s. The nightlight was on, and it gave off perfect lighting. Seeing that princess themed room had me anticipating the day that I would have a daughter of my own. A few months ago, I was shopping in Rooms to Go with Naomi, looking at cribs for her son. We browsed the entire kids' section, and I remember seeing this Disney Princess carriage set for a bed. I fell in love with it. To see a child in it now, with the drapes pulled down, made me fall more in love with it.

Khari was so perfect, lying in the center of the bed on her back, with her long hair just sprawled out on the pillow. Different princess gowns were hung up around the room. I wanted to squeal so loudly when I saw the little princess vanity in the corner. Everything about the room was super girly, from the cotton candy walls, even the cute pink, floor-length mirror, down to the different décor, from the lamps, the rug, and the mini princess chair and table. There was even a bathroom inside her room, and I could see the pink and white décor. I did a silent squeal as I looked up at Billionaire.

He laughed at me.

“I knew your girly ass would love it. It makes you want to give me one? Imagine what our nursery would look like,” he said, playing on the baby fever that I’ve had for some time.

I didn’t bother responding as I admired the room for a few more moments. To avoid waking Khari from her peaceful sleep, we left the room. Billionaire closed the door behind us, and then we were back in the hall. He showed me an extra room, but there wasn’t anything in it yet. Next, we went to his bedroom, and it was everything I imagined it would be.

A king-sized bed sat in the middle of the room. The headboard screamed royalty—it was gold and almost looked like a crown. His room was simple, but it was super nice. I looked over to the right and saw a sliding door that led to a balcony, which I admired because I didn’t have a balcony in my room. I didn’t even allow him to give me a tour because I walked around myself.

I had to pass his walk-in closet to get to his bathroom, and this man had to have more clothes and shoes than I did. There were all kinds of designer shoes and clothes in his closet. I made it into his bathroom, and it was very spacious. He had his and hers sinks, and a massive tub along with a nice sized shower.

“Your home is so beautiful,” I told him once I’d made it back to his bedroom.

Billionaire didn’t follow me when I went to the bathroom. Instead, he sat at the foot of the bed with the remote in his hands as he channel surfed.

“Thank you. I appreciate that. You gotta go to work in the morning?” he asked.

“Yes. Starting next week, Tuesdays are going to be my off days. That’s how it used to be a year ago, but then I had it switched to just working a short day on Tuesdays. I’ve been complaining too much these days about my back hurting, so I’m going to give myself a day off during the week. In about a month and some change, I’m taking my one-week vacation. Usually, my sister and I go out of town, but she just had the baby and everything, so I’m probably going by myself,” I voiced.

It wouldn’t have been the first time I took a trip on my own. In the past, I was single, so a girl had to do what she had to do. I loved traveling the world, so it didn’t bother me if I had to do it by myself, although I hated flying with a passion. As much as I hated it, it wasn’t enough to make me not want to travel anymore.

“Where you was trying to go? I’ll go with you. I ain’t about to let you take a trip by yourself. All this fuckin’ sex trafficking going on in the world. Man, them niggas will snatch your lil ass up in a second,” Billionaire said as he grabbed my arm and tossed me into his lap like I was a rag doll.

“It wouldn’t be the first time I took a trip on my own. Nobody ever snatched me up yet,” I told him while looking into his eyes and running my hands through his growing hair.

“That was in the past. You didn’t have a man yet. Take your clothes off. I want to give you a massage. You said your back is hurting, right?” he asked.

“Billionaire, I don’t want to have sex with you. I mean… I do, but not yet,” I told him in all seriousness.

“Normani, when the fuck did I say shit about having sex? I said, let me give you a massage,” he said.

> I didn’t move, so he laughed.

“I don’t know what kind of nigga you take me for, but I ain’t pressed over no pussy, ma. I know how to control myself. I had your pussy all in my mouth a week ago, and I still respected your wishes not to have sex. If you ain’t comfortable taking your clothes off, so I can give you a massage, I respect it. I’ll put a movie on for us to watch. I just don’t want you to leave me yet,” he said.

While he talked, I envisioned his strong hands running up and down my back. Temptation was knocking on my door, and I was trying to figure out if I wanted to come out of my clothes or not. Billionaire putting kisses all over my body would feel good, but with that good feeling, I would crave sex, and all my sexual desires for him would come true.

I thought about the ring on my finger and how I had promised myself that I wouldn’t have sex until I was married. Was it worth throwing away my values when I had gone a whole twenty-six years holding onto them? At the same time, my feelings for Billionaire were so deep. I didn’t want to announce it to him because he would probably think I was crazy, but I really did think I loved him. With my feelings set up the way they were for him, we were eventually going to have sex, whether it be tonight or on our wedding night.

Without saying a word, I stood up from his lap. I didn’t even answer his question about what I wanted to watch because there wasn’t anything on TV that I was interested in at that moment. Slowly, I pulled off my socks, folded them, and set them on the bed. I was so nervous as I removed the hoodie and laid it on the bed too. My sweatpants came next, and before I knew it, the only thing I had left was my matching tan colored bra and boy short underwear. I was hesitant about which one should come off first.

It took a while, but I eventually removed my bra. I was a little insecure because I thought about the two thick women he had for baby mamas. Both women had raved about how Billionaire only liked thicker women. Knowing I was little as hell had me a bit timid as I came out of my clothes. However, with the way Billionaire was looking at my body, I didn’t think it even mattered to him because I saw the adoration in his eyes. I set the bra on the bed, and then I took off my underwear. Just that fast, I was naked.

“Come here,” he spoke after he turned the TV off.

I stepped between Billionaire’s legs, and my hands went around his neck as his went to my behind. He gave it a light squeeze, and we shared a kiss. It was different this time because I had no clothes on, and I really felt like this would be the day I lost my virginity after holding onto it for so long. During the kiss, Billionaire lifted me in his arms and sat me on the bed. I wanted more kisses from him, but he pulled away from me.

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