He allowed me to step in first, and then he came on right after me.
“I’ll give you a tour of the building tomorrow. Shit definitely feels like vacation though. What would feel like home to you?” he asked, right after he pressed 52ndfloor.
I wasn’t afraid of elevators, but I also don’t think that I’ve ever been so high up, so when I saw him press the 52ndfloor, naturally, I walked over to him, just to be closer. Just for that sense of comfort, knowing that this elevator was about to shoot us all the way up to the 52ndfloor.
“I don’t know. I would like a beach view. I’m simple though, Dominique. I never really been the type of person that needs all the glitz and glam. If I ever decide to learn how to drive, I want a simple car. Probably a Kia k5 or something. I like that car. I don’t wear designer. Don’t get me wrong, the stuff is cute, but because I naturally know how to dress, and make something out of nothing, I don’t need a thousand-dollar shirt and jeans to prove that I have fashion sense. I don’t know. I guess I just likethe simple things,” I let him know, watching the elevator screen, seeing that we were only on the 20thfloor, and we still had a while to get to where we were going.
“I feel that though. When I get you your first car, I ain’t buying you no fuckin Kia though,” he replied, and I chuckled.
“What’s wrong with a Kia?” I inquired.
“Ain’t shit wrong with a Kia. I actually think the k5’s are nice. If I get my lady a car, that shit gotta be nicer, and top of the line. I actually see you in the same kind of car that I have. You don’t like the Mercedes g wagon?” he wanted to know, and I groaned.
“And me and 1,000 other bitches in Miami going to have that same car,” I replied right before I let out a yawn because I was super tired.
“Yeah but Ima pimp yours out. Put some big ass wheels on it. Make your seats custom. They not going to have the same one as you. Even though I’ve never been in a relationship before, my love language is spending money on people that I love. I mainly do that shit for family. My big cousin Loco is really the only nigga in my life that has kids, so I like to spoil his kids too. Get them a bunch of shit that I know they don’t need. I spoil the fuck out of my mama too. That’s what I want to do with you. I want you to have all the jewelry, bags, shoes, nice cars, all that shit. That’s how I prove I love you,” he let me know.
“Just don’t cheat on me, and that’s how I’ll know you love me,” I corrected him, and when I said that, he rolled his eyes up in his head like he was sick of me.
One thing about me, I was going to continue to throw that cheating disclaimer at him. I really didn’t think that Dolo was foolish enough to fuck another bitch on me, but just in case he ever got any thoughts, I felt the need to always remind him.
We eventually made it onto the 52ndfloor. The ride up really wasn’t that bad, and I’m guessing it’s because we talked theentire way up. We stepped off the elevator together, and it still felt like we were walking the hallways of a luxury hotel.
Dolo walked us all the way down to the end of the hallway, and once he stopped in front of the last door, that’s when I saw that he had a corner unit. He opened the doors, and I just knew that he would stay in a penthouse suite. It was fitting for him.
My jaw damn near hit the floor once we stepped inside. It was squeaky clean in here. To the point that it looked like no one even stayed here. The home had a nice smell. Because Dolo smoked weed, I guess I expected his home to smell like marijuana, but it didn’t. Instead, I got a whiff of mahogany teakwood. I knew that that was the scent because I’ve burned that same candle in my room a few times before.
“Wow. It’s beautiful in here. I would probably never leave,” I announced, removing my sneakers because these floors were way too clean for me to walk around with my shoes still on.
Because we were still standing at the entryway of his suite, I could look out ahead of me and see the open- concept that was going on. The view was of the living room. A simple color scheme going on over there of brown, with some beige. He had those tall, floor- to- ceiling windows that I was in love with. With that, you had the perfect view of the Miami skyline, the city lights, and even that waterfront view that I knew he was going to have.
I was in love with that black sectional couch in his living room. I would lay there for hours, with a blanket, and just allow the couch to swallow me. There was a black marble coffee table over in the living room, and like a typical bachelor, I could see the playboy magazines that sat there. I don’t know if that was done for the esthetic, or if he really sat there, and went through those magazines.
“I’m barely here. I’m always on the move,” he replied, taking his shoes off, and I followed behind him.
He led us into the kitchen. I wasn’t a cooker, really didn’t know my way around the kitchen unless I was warming something up in the microwave, but Dolo had the kind of kitchen that would make you want to learn how to cook. I’ve seen a lot of white, modern kitchens, mainly at my mom’s house, Ari’s townhouse, Demi’s spot, and even my grandparents had their kitchen remodeled to a nice white, modern styled kitchen. Dolo’s kitchen wasn’t white. It was a smooth beige color, and it had matte texture. I loved that massive island that he had, that sat five barstools in front of it.
“It’s always so clean like this in here?” I asked him, and he laughed.
“Bae, I’m the only person that stays here. Hell yeah my shit always cleaned. It’s just cleaner today because the cleaners came by this morning. Come on. Let me take you to the back where the bedroom is. The bathroom is back there too. I know you’re ready to shower, and get in bed,” he let me know.
For this to have been a one bedroom/ one bathroom unit, it really was so large, and spacious in here. I thought that it would be cramped, and feeling like we were on top of each other, but that wasn’t the case at all. In fact, to get to his bedroom, we had to walk down a long hallway, and we were finally inside.
Nothing surprised me when I saw the black comforter for the king-sized bed that he had. His dresser was black as well. There were two 16 x 20 frames on either side of his bed, and again, pictures of playboy model women. When I saw that, I turned my head, and I looked at him. Our eyes met, as he sat my bag down on the ottoman that was in front of the bed, and he laughed, while pulling me to him.
“I swear to God, I was supposed to find the time to come home today, so that I could take these pictures down. This was a bachelor spot at one time baby. I forgot to take that shit off thewalls,” he replied, lowering his hands putting them on my hips, as his head lowered into the crook of my neck.
My eyes were on the naked women that were on the poster. Beautiful, black women. Full bodies. Small, perky titties, small waists, with fat asses.
“My body doesn’t look anything like them,” I just had to throw that out there. It wasn’t something that I was insecure about but just felt the need to tell him.
“I know it don’t. That’s not a bad thing, baby. I like your size. I told you that shit multiple times already. Take your shower. Ima have that shit off the walls by the time you get back in the room with me, aight?” he asked, leaning down, and kissing my neck.
“This is your home, Dolo. I’m a guest here. Don’t switch up shit for me,” I let him know.
“You’re not a guest. Your my girlfriend, and you’re going to be over here with me often. I don’t need to have shit hanging around that’s going to make you uncomfortable or have you side-eyeing me. Go ahead. Ima take it down. Walk down, and the bathroom right there on the left,” he let me know, slapping me on my ass, as he let me go.
I picked my duffle bag up from the ottoman, and I took it with me into the bathroom. Just like every other place in his home, the bathroom was even beautiful. The cabinets were that same beige color as the kitchen, with that matte finish. He had a double sink, and I could tell that the sink he mostly occupied was the one that was closest to the door because that’s where most of his toiletry items were.