Page 17 of When You Dance
“I’ma do that. How many people in the wedding?”
“It’s at the courthouse. So just you, Chad, Trayveon, and Dalen on my side. She has Lexi, Alexz, Brittany, and Rondo’s daughter. And I thought that was too many people to stand up there at the courthouse. I figured we would only have one person on each side… you and a person of her choosing, but whatever. I don’t care. I’m just ready to make her my wife.”
“With as much shit as she had you go through, I’m surprised she agreed to marry you so quickly. You sure she genuine? I don’t mean any harm, DJ. I’m just asking.”
“She genuine. Don’t worry about that. I got this over here. I gotta go.”
He ended the call before I could say another word. I wasn’t trying to get into it with my brother. I was just asking a question. I may not have known what it was like being in a meaningful relationship, but I surely knew what it was like to be used. I knew that he did, too, so I would just have to trust that he knew what he was doing.
After going to Al’s to get fitted for my tux for their wedding, I headed home. I’d probably just take a nap and skip lunch altogether. I wasn’t hungry at all. Hopefully, Sandrene would change her mind and allow me to take her to dinner. As I drove, I scrolled through my phone and found the perfect song to play. “Somebody’s Gotta Be On Top” by Joe took me back to Saturday night. That was the most intense, sexually charged moment I’d ever been a part of.
By the time I got home, my dick was throbbing just from thinking about all the freaky shit she did to that song. My obsession and desire for her were dangerous. I was at her disposal. Whatever the fuck she wanted from me, she would get without question… anything. I quickly made my way inside and went straight to the bathroom.
I started the song over and pulled up a picture I took of her on stage a while back and pulled my dick out. This shit was painful. After putting a little baby oil in my hand, I began stroking it slowly, envisioning the chocolate beauty that took my fucking manhood from me. Just thinking about the way she rubbed my shit through my pants had me almost ready to cum. My imagination took me further and visualized her bouncing on my dick.
After that, I shot off in the toilet without warning, and my knees buckled, nearly causing me to fall to the floor. “Ahh fuck!”
I hadn’t had to jack off in a long time, but ever since meeting her, I found myself doing it more often. Phone calls had slowed down because I was turning down women left and right. My dick wanted her and only her. It felt like I was settling if I entertained anyone else. That shit with Yolanda was just to get my feelings off me.
Once I cleaned up, I grabbed my phone, feeling like a fiend. This had to be how Dexter Dent felt when that crack grabbed ahold of his ass. The crazy part was that I was fiending for something I had never had. She was just way too fucking sexy. I went to her number and started typing out a text.
I’m sorry that I’m contacting you so soon. I promise I’m not crazy, but I can’t stop thinking about you. I wanna be there to comfort you. Although we don’t really know one another well, I feel like I’m in a hurry to get to know you, because I don’t want to waste time doubting what I feel.
I looked at the message then deleted it. My ass sounded like a fucking stalker. She was gonna be scared of me for sure if she read that. I slid my hand down my face and typed out another one.Just checking on you, because I’m thinking about you.
I stared at the message and hoped that she didn’t ghost me afterward. Before I could change my mind, I hit the send button, then I slapped my palm against my forehead. I huffed loudly then went to the kitchen to get a bottle of water. I was supposed to be taking a nap, but I couldn’t fucking function. I walked back to the front room and fell on the couch, wishing that I could just be patient. Or maybe I should just tell her that I know who she is. I was about to go crazy on the inside because I’d never felt this way about a woman.
I had a couple of girlfriends, but that was too long ago to count. Neither of them felt like this though. I was more than sure watching her at the strip club for nearly six months didn’t help either. It was just… when she danced. She took my soul the first time I saw her, and now she had me over here sounding like T-Pain.
When my phone chimed, I scooped it up quick as hell, only to find out that it wasn’t her. It was only DJ apologizing for hanging up on me. I accepted his apology and let him know we were good. I supposed it was a good thing that he was that defensive over the woman he was about to marry. I just wished I could be that way over Sandrene. However, I would just keep my concerns to myself from now on.
CHAPTER8
OBSESSION
Tonight, I chose to dance to “Private Dance” by T.I. and Chris Brown. My heart just wasn’t in it tonight, but I would do enough to get by. Although I took this week to practice and just focus on my routine, I was somewhat depressed. I missed my job. I still couldn’t believe they’d fired me. As I made my way to the stage, I tensed up a bit when I saw Jamel sitting on the front row, per usual.
How was he going to pursue something with Sandrene when he was fiending over Obsession? I still wasn’t sure if he knew they were one in the same or not. If he didn’t say anything, neither would I. However, he gave off playboy vibes, and I didn’t know how I felt about that. I hadn’t talked to him all week, and my heart felt weak because of his absence. Maybe I needed to tell him and quit waiting for him to say whether he knew or not.
I swung around the pole and fell to the floor, then tooted my ass up to the crowd, doing a slow grind. When I turned around, Jamel was standing next to the bouncer close to the stage. He threw a band at my feet. I wasn’t sure how much was in it this time, but I almost felt guilty for taking it. I stared at him as I spread my legs and grinded, giving him close-up views of my pussy. I had a thong on, but that shit didn’t hide anything. I watched him lick his lips and remembered what they felt like against mine and wrapped around my nipple.
I backed away from the edge of the stage and ended my routine, then had my bouncer tell him to meet me at the other end of the stage. By the time I descended the stairs, he was standing at the bottom, waiting for me. I gave him a soft smile then grabbed his hand. As I led him to a private room, he said, “I know you did that last private dance for free. So you gotta be feeling me like I’m feeling you.”
I took a deep breath, but I didn’t respond to him. I kept walking until we got to the private room. As soon as the door closed, he pulled me to him and kissed my lips. When I pulled away, I said, “Olá.”
“What’s up?”
“I am indeed feeling you,” I said with a heavy accent. I lowered my head to his shoulder and said, “You know the real me, don’t you?”
“Mm hmm.”
I frowned slightly and lifted my head to stare at him. “You already knew?”
“I realized it Monday. I was too excited to know that the woman I had an interest in was the same woman I was fiending over at the club. Why you ghosted me though?”
I shrugged and lowered my head again. “I don’t know. I guess I was embarrassed. I felt like you would eventually put two and two together. I was right. I wasn’t expecting to see you again at my job, not for another five years.”
“Man, I been sitting in my place depressed as hell, missing you. You wouldn’t answer my text messages. I thought something had happened to you. This was the only way I knew to find you.”
