He shrugged. “I have my ways of getting shit past you.”
Satisfied with his answer, I indulged in the feast before me. To annoy Drill, I picked and played with the medium well-done steak on his plate and stole a couple of bites. I dabbed at the corners of my mouth with a napkin before opening my mouth to speak.
“It’s so nice creating memories with you. I guess you’d call this a baecation?”
“Is that what they call it?” He seemed nonchalant by the viral term but interested in what more I had to say.
“Yup, because I’m out with my bae.”
He nodded his head, giving me a closed lipped smile. “I’m glad them niggas came out wearing clothes and not with their dicks out.” His comment about their attire nearly caused me to choke on my food.
“Wait,” I erupted into deep laughter. “What do you mean?”
“When I reserved this, there’s an option for you to check mark if you prefer them to serve you naked. The more I see how these muthafucka’s really get down out here, the more shocked I become. I’d flip all the shit over if them niggas served us with their dicks swanging and shit.”
“Then you’d have us banned and arrested.”
He shrugged again. “Jalisa and Lucky freaky as hell.”
“Don’t I know it,” I grinned.
“How’s your lobster? I told them to put that garlic butter shit on it that you like.”
I nodded in approval. “It’s really good. You know I’m picky when it comes to my seafood.”
“That’s why I warned them niggas ahead of time not to fuck it up.”
“Well, thank you baby.”
He took a sip of his beer and leaned back in the chair. His eyes were low and red making his high from earlier appear evident now. “I’ll do anything for you.”
“Do you think this feeling will be the same when we leave here or is just the aesthetics that has me enthralled in the moment?”
“What you mean?” Using table manners, he placed his hand into a fist and put it in front of his mouth to belch.
“I mean,” I blushed. “The butterflies… the anticipation… everything.”
The sound of the silverware clinking against the Tupperware plate, jolted his attention away from me. “Between the both of us,” he nodded.
“I’ve been on the moon with you here with me.”
The feeling was similar to a euphoric high. Drill was making me high, captivated in his world, and urging to explore him deeper. He was the one. I’ve never felt this with any other man before. I felt like the silly schoolgirl in middle school, daydreaming and drawing doodles on college ruled notebook paper with his name trapped inside of a heart. This was mysterious and made me wonder how I fell for him so fast after having a disdain for him. Still, he didn’t let up and continued to pursue me with a cocky confidence as if the future lied in his palms.
“I make you feel like that baby?” He sexily smirked.
I nodded then scooped up more mashed potatoes, trying to eat pretty and dainty, when I wanted to devour this shit.
“I want to know more about you… I know you don’t like to be ruptured by the past, but it would help me put the pieces of the puzzle together when it comes to you.”
“You think I’m a puzzle piece?”
“The only thing I know about you is that you have good dick, and you give good booty massages.”
I mentioned, making me chuckle, I joined him immediately after because his deep laughter was contagious.
“I’m a pretty boring guy, baby.” He shrugged. “Besides my business and maintaining to keep that afloat, I don’t do shit else, but work come home to you and fuck you. That’s my life.”
“You do realize women lure after you Drill. You’re so sexy… so fine…fucking breathtaking.” I replied before reaching for my glass of wine. The bitter taste kissed my throat, causing me to pop my tongue against the roof of my mouth. My nude gloss stained the rim.
