A Rich Man's Baby. Daaimah S. Poole
for a while. I was impressed that he knew how to pronounce the food on the menu and made suggestions for me to order. He was only in medical billing, but he was charismatic and worldly. If I didn’t know better, I would think he was gay. He kept fixing the collar of his shirt and trying to get me to notice his True Religion jeans. Then he began telling me what might look good on me and told me to stop hiding my shape.
After our date was over, I wanted to continue talking to him. It was still early, only ten. I called his cell just to hear his voice once more.
“I just wanted to say thank you, Jeremy.”
“You’re welcome. I don’t have a problem treating a woman like a woman.”
“What are you doing now?” I asked.
“About to go in the house. Why, what’s up?”
“Nothing. I wanted to see if you wanted to get a cocktail.”
I pulled out my martini glasses and made two apple martinis. I turned the radio on and patted my hair into place. I heard a car pull up. It was him; he was already here. His car was an Acura and it was nice, put me in mind of a BMW. He came up and sipped the martini with me.
We were having a good time in the middle of my living room, blasting the radio and laughing with each other, dancing like we were in a club. We sat down and talked some more until four in the morning. I fell onto his lap, and he just began stroking my hair. I felt like a baby. I really needed someone to take care of me. I need to be a baby, I thought when he cupped my neck. Each one of his fingers delicately kneaded my spine to the back of my skull. His hands went from my hairline to the middle of my vertebrae.
He sat me up and said, “You are so beautiful and smart. He is a damn fool to hurt you.”
I knew he was right, and hearing someone else say it validated me. Jeremy pulled me into his arms and just held me. He made me feel so secure, so wanted. I turned to him, looked him in his eyes, and began kissing him on his mouth. I let my kisses trail from his neck to his ears. He told me to stop. His hesitancy made me want him even more. I knew I was fresh out of heartbreak, but it was okay. This was what I wanted. I wanted him because he was making me feel better about me right now.
He finally began to give in to my kisses and partaking in my seduction. I kissed his back. It was perfect, no bumps or marks. His stomach wasn’t cut up like Kyle’s, but it was flat enough. Moments later, Jeremy had my head hanging off the sofa. I started it, but I wasn’t ready for the way his massive stroke was finishing it. His dick was delightfully good. I screamed as my head almost hit the floor, and he slid me back up the sofa. He complimented me the entire ride, telling me how beautiful and special I was. He literally wore my body out. My insides hadn’t felt like that since I was like eighteen.
When I passed Jeremy in the hall, I acted superregular. I just did a short wave and kept walking. I really wanted to pull him into a corner and ask him when he was coming over again. I didn’t want Jeremy to know he had been on my mind since he left my apartment Friday night. Jeremy wasn’t my forever either, but he was most definitely my right now. Everything was great except he worked at my job. I mean, if I wanted to continue to see him, nobody at the job would have to know. Right?
Jeremy called me a few times while I was at work. I missed his calls and dialed him as I was leaving the hospital.
“Sorry I missed your call. Somebody had called out and I had so much going on.”
“It’s cool. I just wanted to see you before I left,” he said.
“That would have been nice. What are you doing now?” I asked, hoping we could meet up. He didn’t say anything, so I asked him again. He then rudely told me to hold on.
“Mom, I’ll be right there. Hold on a second.”
I heard movement and a woman’s voice say thank you. He came back to the line.
“Yeah, sorry about that.”
“What are you doing? Is your mom over?” I asked.
“No, my mom and my dad are my roommates.”
“What? You live with your parents?” I almost gagged. I didn’t know why I had just automatically assumed he lived alone.
“I guess you can say that to a degree we share a house. It’s a big house. I’m just saving up to buy a house in a few months. I’m waiting on some money to go through from my lawyer. I looked in a few areas. I’m not sure yet.”
I was shocked. He was so well put together. I would never have imagined that he still lived at home. I didn’t even bother to ask. When we talked on the phone, it was always quiet. He was a very nice person, so I wasn’t going to hold it against him. At least he was in the process of buying a house.
Jeremy came to my apartment with a bottle of wine. He brought a flower arrangement in a green see-through vase. He set it on the table and said we should go out and get a piece of artwork for my wall. He said my life needed more color in it, and I agreed.
I liked Jeremy. He was very nice and cool to hang out with. However, I think the fact that he made way less money than me bothered me. I was hesitant to let people know we were even dating. I just didn’t want anyone all up in my business. But he silently let people know we were an item by coming up to my floor every break, even though I had asked him to stop. In this hospital, there was a one-man-to-every-twenty-bitches ratio. That meant grown women thought it was cute and funny to give him a bunch of attention now that they assumed I was dating him.
Chapter 8
Adrienne
Stacey’s bridal shower was like nothing I had ever seen in my life. We were doing a bar crawl to ten bars. We were only on the fourth bar, and I didn’t know how much more I could take. There were nine of us, and three were acting like they were straight out of a Girls Gone Wild commercial. They were flashing their breasts at people and sticking their tongues out at any man looking. Stacey was walking around with a black dress and wearing a bride-to-be tiara with a long, sheer white train attached. We were doing shots of tequila. There was a lot of “woohoos,” stumbles, and partying going on. We were all so drunk, and Stacey had her head out the top of the limo screaming, “I’m about to get married.”
During all the excitement, I noticed I had a text message. It was Jeremy; he asked where was I and said he missed me.
I texted,
I’M AT THE BRIDAL SHOWER.
A few seconds later, I received another text that read,
I NEED YOU.
I thought that was so sweet. I wrote,
BE HOME SOON.
He typed back,
HURRY.
At the next stop, I had to go to the bathroom and I began to have my own photo shoot in the stall. I closed the seat, put one leg up in the air, stretched the camera as far as I could away from my body, and began snapping. I posed side-to-side, blowing kisses. Then I took a picture of my ass. I lifted my shirt and snapped my breasts as I squeezed them together with one hand. Then I typed,
HOPE THIS WILL KEEP YOU UNTIL I GET HOME.
OOH, COME HOME NOW, he typed back before I left the bathroom.
I typed that I couldn’t leave yet and would meet him at my apartment by two-thirty. I went back out on the dance floor and took two more shots of tequila and danced with Stacey and the girls.
I drove home very intoxicated. I rolled down my window, hoping the cool air would wake me up. It was two twenty-six. I parked and wondered whether Jeremy really was coming, and to my surprise, he was already parked in front of my door. I ran up to his car. He opened his car door and I just began kissing all over him.
“You was waiting for me?”
“Yeah, I couldn’t wait for you to get here,” he said as pushed