Page 10 of F*ckin’ With Me

Rissa giggled. “I’m going to put my stuff in my room. Simonette, you gonna learn, girl. I know we just met and all, but your learning curve is real steep, sis.” She went to a room, and Rashad went to another.

I stepped in front of Simonette. “Do you really think my grown ass with my own money would allow another grown ass man to pay for my travel and lodging? I don’t give a fuck how fake this is; I’m still a man.

Stop playing with me, Simonette. There’s not too much that has changed about me from college when it comes to my respect. Now, come on so we can take a nap.”

“Wait. I’m staying in the same room with you?” She was on my heels with panic thick in her tone. “I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.”

I put our luggage down in the master bedroom.

“Simonette. First, this is a three-bedroom villa. I know I’m not sleeping on anyone’s couch, and neither are you.

Secondly, do you not think that your nosy ass mama and sister won’t come in here to see what’s up with our accommodations?

If they notice that we aren’t sleeping in the same room, then they really are going to think this shit is fake. ”

“Oh, I didn’t think of that. I guess you’re right,” she said nervously. Damn, I needed to find a way to make her more comfortable with this arrangement that her little ass wanted.

I sat on the bed, leaned forward, gripped the back of her legs, then pulled her between my legs. “Look, I’m not going to do anything that you don’t want me to do. If at any time I make you feel uncomfortable, just tell me. You want to establish a safe word or some shit?”

Her giggles were cute. “No, that’s not necessary. It’s just, I’ve never been this close to a man.”

“I can’t believe your ass has never been in a relationship of any kind.

” That shit was so hard for me to believe.

I knew females who were ten times weirder than Simonette, and they were getting their backs caved in.

That kinky sex shit too. “Simonette, you do know that you’re a beautiful woman, right? ”

She shifted on her feet. “Daylen, I know I’m not an ugly woman. Geez, I know that I have some insecurities, but I’m not that far gone to think I’m ugly. Weird, yes, but ugly, no.”

My hands flew up in surrender. “My bad, beautiful. I just want to make sure you know the beauty you possess. Drag your nuts, babe.”

Her face contorted. “Drag my nuts? What does that mean? Because I don’t have nuts.”

My head flew back with laughter. I pushed her back lightly so I could stand. “I know you don’t have nuts. It means to walk in your greatness. You have so much to learn. Let’s see if we can get most of it in this weekend.”

I smacked her ass before I told her that I was going to take a shower. I peeked over my shoulder before I went into the bathroom. Her bottom lip was between her teeth. Yeah, she likes that shit. That virgin had some freak in her.

I wasn’t sure how long we were asleep before the doorbell of the villa rang.

I stretched my arms up, then froze. I know good and well .

. . My head tilted down, and a smile dressed my face.

The shy ass woman who didn’t want to sleep in the same room had her body wrapped around mine like we slept together every night.

I wrapped an arm around her before I kissed her forehead.

She stirred in my arms before her eyes popped open. She moved back like I was a hot fire she wanted to get away from. “I’m so sorry! I thought you were my body pillow. I sleep with a body pillow at home.” Her eyes still had sleep in them.

“You cool. Someone’s at the door.” I climbed out of bed. Before I left the room, I turned in her direction. “Simonette, if you thought I was your body pillow, then you need to buy a new one. Your shit must be hard as hell.”

Before I could get to the front, Rissa’s mouth sounded off. “Simonette, it’s your stinking ass sister and mama. They here to be nosy.”

I closed my eyes because you couldn’t take that fucking girl anywhere. I felt her on my heels before I saw her. Without turning around, I said, “Go back in the room, put one of my tee shirts on, and take off those leggings. I’ll come get you.”

If I’m going to fuck with her people, then I’m going to fuck with them. All I wore was a pair of basketball shorts and socks. “What’s up, ladies? You interrupted me and my girl’s nap.”

Mrs. Brand’s jaw was tight. “Does your sister have to be so disrespectful? Did your mother not teach her any manners?”

“I should let you ask her that, but I know it would end up with you getting popped in your mouth for talking about our dead mother,” I said with knitted brows. “What do y’all need?”

Mrs. Brand’s eyes stretched. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry.”

“Apology not accepted. Now, what do y’all need?” I repeated. There was no need for her to do all the apology shit or for me to accept it.

Lanette spoke up. “We’re here for my sister. Can you please get her?”

I paused for a minute, amazed at her attitude. I really wanted to curse her ass out, but I was trying to hold on to the Planck length of respect that I had for her and her mother. “Babe! Your people want you.”

A moment later, I heard bare footsteps behind me.

I stepped to the side to look in the direction of the sound.

The top corner of my lip rose at the sight of her in my tee shirt that was too big for her.

When she got in the shower earlier, she forgot to wrap her hair, so it reverted to its beautiful curls.

She had her hair up in a loose, wild ponytail on top of her head. Without trying, she looked fucked.

“Hey, Mother and Lanette. Happy y’all got here safe,” she said. “I’m surprised y’all aren’t asleep.”

Her mother’s eyes started from her feet and went up to her head. “Where is your decorum? You could have put on clothes before you came out here.”

“Mother, I was asleep. You literally woke us up,” Simonette quipped. “Was there something that you two needed?”

Lanette started to explore around the main room of the villa. “We came to tell you that dinner starts at eight. You’re expected to be there.”

I chuckled. “Y’all could have texted her that. Just say y’all wanted to come over here to see what the villa looked like.”

Simonette moved her body in front of mine.

I guessed that was her way to cut me off or something.

All it made me do was wrap my arms around her to pull her back and kiss her neck.

Yeah, I was about to be that inappropriate ass nigga because they played in her face way too much for my liking.

Her timid ways in college made a lot of sense since I had met them.

“Okay, I believe that was already on the itinerary. A text would have sufficed. Rissa and I will be there,” Simonette confirmed.

It must have been the Asian air that had her speaking up a little more. The shit was sexy. If she was fucking, I’d have her bent over taking this dick after they left.

“Um, Rissa is not invited,” Mrs. Brand said. “Her meal was not included in what we paid for. There will be no room for her.”

I wasn’t sure who they thought they were playing with. I walked over to the phone that was on a table next to the couch. I pressed a button before I placed it on speaker so everyone could hear. “This is Saeed. How may I help you?”

“Yes, Saeed, this is Daylen Verse.” I paused for him to do all his yes sirs and shit.

“For the Everland-Brand dinner function tonight with the ladies, an extra guest is expected. Please let the kitchen know and charge that one plate to my card. Actually, remove a plate from the Everland-Brand bill and charge my card with two plates for my woman, Simonette Brand and my sister, Rissa Smith.”

I didn’t take my focus off Mrs. Brand and Lanette. I wasn’t sure at that point why they didn’t think I had pull anywhere I went. My pull had nothing to do with me being a professional athlete either. It was because I was a damn man.

“Yes, Mr. Verse. I will let the chef know and add an extra place setting. I will also adjust the bills,” Saeed confirmed. We hung up after I told him thank you.

“Problem solved, Mrs. Brand. Was there anything you two need? I’d like to spend some alone time with my woman,” I told them.

Lanette laughed. “If you want to be big money, why don’t you pay for the entire dinner? I mean, you seem to have the money to spare.”

Rissa came out of nowhere. “You know, Lanette and Mrs. Brand, you keep asking my brother to pay for stuff. It’s giving broke. Did you guys go above your means with the planning of this wedding? Is your nigga broke, Lanette? He did give an air of broke.”

“First, there is nothing broke about my man. He may not be a millionaire like this nigga, but he’s also not a thug,” she snapped. “I’d rather have a respectable man than a thug.” She clapped her hands then said, “Well done, Sis.”

I wasn’t going to say anything, because I wanted to see how my girlfriend would handle it. I decided when we were on that long ass flight as I watched her sleep that a goal of mine for the weekend would be to give her opportunities to stand up for herself. Her face was tight but still beautiful.

“Lanette, I’d rather have a man that can stand up for me than a punk that coils to a stuck-up woman like you. You two can leave. If I feel up to it, I will see you at dinner.” Simonette stuck her hip out and crossed her arms over her chest.

That’s what the fuck I’m talking about. Mrs. Brand started to say something, but Simonette shook her head and asked them to leave again. Rissa added her two cents to further encourage the women to leave. After a short stare off, they left.

Rissa walked over to Simonette. “By the end of this weekend, I’m going to have you using curse words to tell those women off. They’ve played in your face far too long, and it’s clear you never had anyone to stand up for you. Well, guess what? With this little fake relationship came real support.”