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“Okay.”
“Give me a few, and I’ll be there.”
“I hear you.” She disconnected the call before I could say more. While part of me wanted to call back I knew there wasn’t much I could do over the phone. She missed my presence, and I counted that a blessing, as she truly wanted my attention. I was going to get better at the balancing act. I had to believe in this love we had. I had to believe in my capability to maintain it. Self-doubt presenting itself in multiple facets was what drug me down those rabbit holes, and I couldn’t afford to lose myself again. I wouldn’t. I had a family to lead and protect, and dropping the ball again would never happen.
I gripped the wheel all the way home as I rode in silence. The anticipation of connecting with my woman in every way excited me. When I placed my first foot inside the door, I called her name. When she turned the corner I wanted to walk back out of the house and come in again so that I could see her for the first time once more in that blue dress. My Le Monroe was curvy as hell, but the way the fabric cut and brought out the melanin of her mocha chocolate skin made me want to have a taste. So damn rich and delicious.
“Prince.” She blushed before I said a word.
“Bring those lips to me,” I spoke the command but I was the only one who moved as I pulled her into my arms. When our lips connected, she vibrated in my arms the same way she would when she was letting her rain drown my dick. Our connection didn’t break as quickly as I planned. In fact, she pulled me in, showing me just how starved she was. We were multiple times a week most times multiple times a day. The last few days I hadn’t been inside of her felt like a drought.
“We, we aren’t going to make it out if you keep kissing me like that.” She spoke against my lips breathlessly.
“I miss you, Le.”
“I miss you too. We don’t have to go out if you don’t want.”
“We should. As good as you look I want to show everyone my prize. But trust me, as soon as we crack this muthafuckin’ door again, it’s gone be every fuckin nasty thing you are thinking in your head. Let me go get in the shower and get dressed.” She let go of my shirt and stepped back. That wasn’t as smooth as I thought it would because her face completely changed.
“What’s that about?” I stepped forward.
“Nothing, go get dressed. We wouldn’t want to be late right?”
“Aye, Le.”
Her phone rang, and she took that opportunity to run her ass out of there like she was on fire. “I’ll go get that. It may be my sister, and I haven’t talked to her in a few days.” She hurried away. I took a few steps in her direction and stopped. I had to give her space to process. I knew what pressing her too hard would lead to. I would give her a few more hours with her emotions but it was no way we were going to sleep with what was on her mind. When I was sinking inside of her, which was a definite to the way we were ending our night, I needed to know that her mind and heart were connected.
I stepped back a few paces and jogged up our marble staircase. When I got to our room, my phone started ringing with notifications of the final supplies being delivered to the new home, which was going through its final stages. I pulled the ring from my pocket and tucked it away in my safe in the back closet. When I came out, Le was in the room with the phone to her ear.
“Your phone,” she spoke, not even hiding her annoyance.
“Check it. I have nothing to hide from you, baby. You know that.” Even after seeing the supplies being delivered, she still wouldn’t know what I was doing for her. She wasn’t savvy with what was used for flooring or roofing.
“No, it's okay.” She pressed on a fake smile. She sat on the bed, and I walked past my phone and straight into the shower, letting her check it in peace. She could say what she wanted, but I knew she was going to go through that shit. I was moving differently, and when shit like that happens, a woman like Le, who had been through some of the worst shit, was bound to have feelings rise about that. I had to find a way to shelf that because I damn sure felt like I had done enough for her not to feel that way, but at the same time, I had to take inventory of myself.
“Small shit to a giant,” I mumbled as I took care of my hygiene. When I came back into the room, she was gone. I saw she was wearing blue, so I had to ensure I matched her. I pulled on a pair of deep blue tailored slacks and a blue collared shirt to match. I reached for my diamond cuff links. I debated on wearing my diamonds in my mouth, but I left them on the nightstand. I hated eating with my shit in, and my teeth were impeccably maintained. I splashed on her favorite cologne and walked down the stairs to see her waiting at the bottom.
“You look nice,” she said honestly. It was nothing extra in the shit either. I knew when I heard diplomatic Le, she was halfway pissed.
“You gone tell me what’s bothering you? I apologize for how busy I been lately. Look at me.” I pulled her to face me, and her arms crossed her chest.
“Prince, I’m not—I don’t want to talk about it right now,” her correction brought a smile to my face. It bought her a few more minutes.
“I love the truth on your lips. Let’s go baby.” I pecked her lips, and we walked to the car. I was okay with leaving it alone as long as she was vibing with me for the moment. Like always she grabbed my phone and put on the music for our ride. The restaurant I chose was only a twenty-minute drive, and we pulled up in the nick of time. Rios didn’t play that CP time shit. Fifteen minutes late, and your reservation was canceled. We got there with eight minutes to spare.
“This is nice. How do you always find the best lil’ hideaways?”
“I like to think I stay connected to the right people.”
Our conversation fell flat as the waiter came and took our drink orders.
“Are you excited about the catering event?” I asked.
“I guess.” She said, and silence fell again. I couldn’t be around her another second unless I fixed what was happening between us. I could tell her exactly what I thought she needed to hear, but I knew she just needed to express herself more than she needed the answer to what she already felt was true. There would never be another comparable to her in my eyes.
“Are you going to talk to me?” I asked her.
“I just don’t want to hear lies, Prince. I want the truth.”
