The Queen's Diamond Page 6

  “Don’t you already make millions?”

  “Not yet, but I’m so close, I can taste it.”

  I gulped the champagne until the flute was empty. After placing the flute on one of the bedside tables, I removed my robe and let it hit the floor. I stood there naked, waiting for him to come and touch me.

  His eyes never left mine as he said, “You wanna know what else I see in you?” He didn’t give me a chance to reply. “You’ve been through some shit, but you ain’t never hit rock bottom before. It won’t take much to break you, but you like to pretend that you’re strong. There’s shit you can’t handle, but you think you can. It’s dangerous in these streets. You ain’t seen the dirty side of the strippin’ business. You ain’t never been raped or taken advantage of, and to be honest, you have put yourself in situations where you could’ve been. I know that ain’t the life for you. I think you deserve more than what you’ve been giving yourself... Put the robe back on.”

  Feeling embarrassed, I put the robe back on and folded my arms across my chest. I lowered my head, not knowing what to say.

  He came over to me and lifted my chin so that I could look into his eyes. “Don’t you ever lower your head, baby. I want you to imagine more for yourself. Fa sho’, yo’ body is making you money right now, but what about in five or ten years? You think your titties will still sit up perky?”

  “They better. If they don’t, I’m suing the doctor. Easy.” I pulled away from him and took two steps back.

  “You sho’ got a smart-ass mouth, don’t you?”

  “Whatever,” I replied, feeling confused as to why he had invited me to come here.

  “A lot of women would kill to have the face and body you got. It will make them even more envious when you become famous. I’m attracted to you, so don’t think I’m not. I’m also attracted to what we can be—a power couple, the ghetto version of Will Smith and Jada Pinkett.”

  I hummed and said, “That sounds nice.”

  “You don’t believe it, though. What’s your dream?”

  “My dream?”

  “Yeah, your dream. What do you want out of life?”

  “My dream is to own a penthouse apartment overlooking South Beach, a white-on-white Range Rover, and to have more money than I can count.”

  “And you can have all of that. Listen, if I don’t make you a star in the next six months, then you can stay at the strip club and keep doing what you’re doing.”

  “Sounds good. You want to know what else I dream about?”

  “What?” he asked, looking deep into my eyes.

  “You. I dream I belong to you.” As soon as I said it, I almost felt like I hadn’t. Luxury was unpredictable. Not sure how he would take it, I watched his reaction.

  He bit his lower lip and then drank from the bottle. He nodded, as if he liked the sound of that. He took two steps toward me and slid his hand into my bathrobe. He palmed my bare ass. “You belong to me now, you know that?”

  I shook my head slowly. “Nah, I belong to me. You gotta earn all of this, playa.”

  “You don’t think I earned it tonight?” He smirked, with one eyebrow raised.

  “What? ’Cause you gave me a night’s pay, an outfit, shoes, and lingerie?” I scoffed.

  “Don’t forget the cupcake and the bottle of rosé.” His hand was still on my ass, and he gave it a squeeze.

  I laughed, and so did he. His laugh was adorable.

  “I’m serious, Luxury. Don’t get me wrong. You’ve shown me so much love tonight, but if I’m gonna be yours, I gotta be the only one.”

  “You don’t think I know that about you?”

  “So, you sayin’ you ready to be my man?”

  “I’m already your man. Stop talkin’ crazy.”

  I felt his fingers travel to the inner folds of my pussy. I spread my legs so he could get in there better. I moaned as two of his fingers played with my clit.

  “I want a taste,” he whispered in my ear.

  I shivered, feeling the anticipation throb between my legs, as soon as those words left his thick lips. I was wet as I took a deep breath. I didn’t want to control the sensations taking place between the sweet folds of my pussy. Just hearing him say what he wanted had me on the brink of exploding.

  “I need a taste,” he said, but he didn’t wait for me to say anything.

  In one swift motion, he picked me up and carried me to the bed, then gently placed me on my back. I watched him as I listened to my breathing become heavier. Luxury pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the floor. Keeping his eyes on mine, he spread my legs apart. As soon as two of his fingers pushed inside me, I drew in a deep breath.

  “Mmm,” he moaned as he sucked on the same two fingers that had been inside me. He pushed my legs farther apart. His tongue made rings around my clit.

  I felt a head high instantly. “Ooh,” I cooed.

  My pussy had got eaten plenty of times, but Luxury was making love with his tongue. His hands slid under me and palmed my ass, then pushed me forward so he could be completely submerged. He moaned, sucked, and licked at my clit. He inhaled my juices as if he was so fucking thirsty and I was quenching his thirst. With my ass still gripped firmly, he twirled and swirled that velvet tongue to make figure eights. After each figure eight, a moan escaped my mouth. I was feeling pure ecstasy. He stuck his tongue deep inside me, and I grabbed the back of his head. I arched my back and lifted one leg to rest it on his shoulder. My orgasm came upon me too fast. I couldn’t hold it in.

  “Don’t you dare hold that shit in. Come on my muhfuckin’ face,” he demanded as he continued to suck on my swollen clit.

  “Mmm,” I moaned as my juices seeped out with each wave that came over my body. He was pulling it all out of me until I let it all go.

  I was trying to catch my breath when he went to his dresser. I heard him fumbling with a condom wrapper. He took off the rest of his clothes. Before I could catch my breath, he was on top of me, giving me deep kisses. My body was on fire, as if he had set a match to my ass. As soon as he was inside me, the intensity from what his tongue had already done had me ready to cum. I clutched his back with both hands. He moved in and out, looking into my eyes. I was coming again.

  “This pussy is mine,” he declared.

  “Yesss.” Finally, I thought to myself. “It’s all yours.”

  I had one of the most powerful orgasms, one that I had never experienced. As much as I wanted to jump on top of him and ride that dick until neither of us could move, I let him do his thing. The way he pumped and stroked, I couldn’t do anything but tremble. We were both sweaty. As soon as we came together, he climbed off me. He pulled the condom off and got out of bed. He went to the trash can in the bathroom and threw the condom away. Next, I could hear him taking a piss.

  “See what happens when we get intoxicated,” I called to him.

  “Only the best things, baby.” He flushed the toilet, washed his hands, dried them, and then returned to bed.

  He bent down and kissed me, slipping his tongue into my mouth, before he pulled on my bottom lip. “Mmm. Your lips are everything, li’l mama.”

  I pushed him on his back, and then I grabbed his shaft and ran my tongue across the head. “I bet they feel like everything right now too.”

  “Hell yeah,” he said, then exhaled with a moan.

  I worked him with my tongue before putting him all the way in my mouth. I could do this all night long.

  * * *

  I woke up in Luxury’s bed, my hair all over my head. The sun was fighting to shine through his closed thick-paneled shutters. I wondered what time it was, but it didn’t matter. Mornings, I usually slept in. I didn’t really function until the late afternoon. Working nights did that to me. Luxury was still asleep next to me, and as I stared down at him, I still couldn’t believe I was here with him. I propped my head on my hand, and I admired how handsome he was even while sleeping.

  As soon as he fluttered his eyes and opened them, I said, “Wake that ass u
p.”

  “Not yet.” He pulled me to him so I could rest on his chest. “You in my bed. I get up when I’m ready. Now, if we were in your bed, then maybe I would take orders from you. Next time, I’m sleepin’ at yo’ spot.”

  “What makes you think there will be a next time?” I teased.

  He peeked at me through one eye. “I already told you that you belong to me, so stop playin’.”

  I giggled and rubbed his washboard for a stomach. The thin hairs that made a trail down to his belly button had me running over them repeatedly.

  “You cooking us breakfast?” I asked.

  “Sounds good, but, uh, I don’t cook. If you want breakfast, just tell me what you want, and I’ll have Egypt go get it.”

  I shook my head, because I wasn’t trying to see no bitch. I would be damned if the next bitch delivered breakfast to my man. “Nah. I’ll just cook us breakfast.”

  “Let me find out you can cook, but shit, I ain’t got one pot to cook in, and I ain’t got no groceries, so that’s out.”

  “How you gone have a bomb-ass kitchen like that and no pots or pans? I don’t want to order out. I want to cook in your nice brand-new kitchen. I should be the first to break that bad boy in.”

  “Hop up real quick,” he said to get me to give up my position resting on his chest.

  I sat up, naked. I hadn’t had a chance to put on that cute little nightie he’d bought me. As soon as that robe had been pulled off, there hadn’t been a need to put anything on.

  He climbed out of bed and went to his top drawer. He was wearing his boxers. I hadn’t realized he’d put them on, but then again, it seemed to me that I had fallen asleep before he had. He went through his wallet, came back over to the bed, and handed me his debit card.

  “The car keys are on the table by the door. Don’t take my Hellcat. There’s a car in the garage. Go buy whatever. This breakfast better be all that too. Don’t be for real burnin’ shit up. I’m going back to sleep. Wake me up when it’s done.”

  He climbed back into bed and lay on his side, facing me. I planted a kiss on his lips before easing out of bed. I put his card next to my purse and headed to the bathroom to wash up.

  “Bae, there’s a brand-new toothbrush in the medicine cabinet,” he called after me. “If you need something to wear, take a look in that closet on the other side of the bathroom.”

  “Okay.”

  I went to the medicine cabinet first to get the toothbrush. After brushing my teeth, I took a quick shower. Then I went into the closet, and when I turned on the light, my jaw nearly hit the floor. The walk-in closet had a vast array of women’s clothes with Chanel, Balmain, Fendi, and Givenchy labels. Louboutin, Gucci, and Balenciaga shoes were neatly arranged on shelves that ran from the ceiling to the floor. I looked at the shoe size. My size. I checked the tags of the clothes. My size again. Then I noticed a case of jewelry with a glass panel. I peered through the glass and saw women’s watches, rings, bracelets. What the hell was all this? I walked briskly out of the closet and out of the bathroom. What kind of games was he playing? I started imagining that a woman lived in this house, and I felt jealous. He had me fucked up if he thought I was about to play dress up in the next bitch’s shit.

  Luxury was snoring lightly. I didn’t want to wake him up, but I had to know what was going on.

  I walked right up to the bed. “Luxury.”

  He stopped snoring. “Huh?”

  “Why the fuck you got some bitch’s clothes and shit up in here? Who the fuck you live here with, nigga?”

  “What? Baby, them yo’ clothes and shit.”

  My heart felt like it hit the bottom of my stomach. “Mine? You bought all that for me?”

  “Are you going to the store or not?”

  I felt giddy with excitement. I wanted to run, to shout, to tell the world what Luxury had done to make my birthday weekend special. I couldn’t wait to tell Mina. This tingly feeling ran straight through me. Nobody had ever done anything like this for me in my life.

  I jumped on the bed and showered his face with kisses. “What am I going to do with you? All these damn surprises.”

  “I already told you what’s up. Now, get yo’ ass up and hurry back, ’cause now you got a nigga’s stomach growling.”

  “When I get back, you better be out of bed.”

  He chuckled, then turned serious as he shouted, “Go.”

  I hopped off the bed and jumped in the shower. I washed up within ten minutes. I got out and dried off. I put on lotion quickly before running into the closet. I found a cute pair of Gucci joggers and a matching T-shirt. I shook my head, with a huge smile on my face, because we weren’t even an item yet, but he had picked things for me that he wanted me to wear. I slid into a pair of sandals. Everything was mine. I felt like I was in a dream. If it was a dream, I didn’t want to wake up.

  I went back into the bathroom to fix my hair. There was an unused brush and comb sitting on the counter. I smiled when it dawned on me that he had thought of everything. I turned on the water, wet the brush, and then ran it over my hair to slick it into a ponytail. As soon as I was done, I went back into the bedroom. Luxury hadn’t moved, and I didn’t want to bother him. I grabbed the debit card and my purse and headed down the stairs, smiling the whole way. I couldn’t wait to tell Mina everything. I took the car keys from the table and opened a few closet doors in my search for the door to the garage. When I swung the third door open and found the garage, I stopped short. Before me was a black-on-black Benz with a red bow on it.

  “The fuck?” I squealed. “Is he fuckin’ kiddin’ me?”

  To think he had done all of this before getting a piece of ass. What kind of nigga did shit like this? I walked over to the car and took off the bow, then tossed it to the side. I opened the driver’s door and hopped inside, feeling like a little girl. Before I could figure out how to raise the garage door, it started opening. I looked up to see Luxury walking toward the car in a pair of black joggers.

  “Start it up,” he said as he stood near the open car door. “It’s a push start, so push that button.”

  “I know,” I replied, pushing the button. Tears came to my eyes, and I almost started crying. “Thank you for all of this. I don’t even know what to say.”

  He smiled and nodded his head. “Say you love me.”

  I swallowed the hard lump that had formed in my throat. Had he read my mind? I had been in love with Luxury since the first time I laid eyes on him. Three years of fantasizing and yearning to belong to him, and now my heart was on fire. My whole body felt feverish.

  “I love you, Luxury.”

  “Tell me how I know that. But you wanna know something?”

  “What?”

  “I love you too, Desirae.” He bent down and placed a kiss on my lips.

  I sucked his tongue, and he sucked mine before he pulled away.

  “Awww. Don’t tell me, you a mushy nigga.” I laughed.

  “I ain’t gone lie. I got the softest spot for you. So, what store you going to?”

  “Most likely Walmart. One-stop shopping.”

  He nodded. “Understood. Now, hurry back with yo’ fine ass. You lookin’ right up in that whip. Hey, the home button on the mirror is programmed to open and close the garage.”

  “You think of everything, don’t you?”

  “I do, and don’t you ever forget that.”

  “I see you trying to turn me into a psycho, Luxury. I’ll probably kill yo’ ass for fucking with another bitch.”

  He laughed, shaking his head. “Ain’t no other bitch, period. Never will be as long as you’re with me. I’ve been waiting for you since you were eighteen . . . Don’t think the psycho shit is one-sided. I’ll kill somebody before I let them even think they gettin’ they ass all up in my good pussy. That’s my shit. Mine. Got that?”

  I smiled, because he was turning me on. “I got you, baby.”

  I closed the door to the car, rolled down the window, and adjusted the mirrors before ba
cking out.

  I thought about calling Mina as soon as I was away from Luxury’s house, but this was the kind of shit I had to tell her in person. I quickly made my way to Walmart. I got a set of pots and pans, the things I needed for breakfast, plus the important shit every house should have, like seasonings, dishes, and eating utensils. As much as I didn’t get along with my mom, she had taught me how to cook and clean. I didn’t go overboard with shopping, but I had exactly what I needed. I was back to his place within an hour.

  As soon as I pulled into the garage, Luxury walked in to help me take the things in the house. He was dressed as if he was going somewhere.

  “You get everything you need?” he asked.

  “Yeah. You got plans?”

  “Nah. I just took a shower. I’m ready for this grand breakfast you bragged about.”

  “I didn’t brag. I said I would cook.”

  “Don’t be coming in here with some croissants, muffins, and juice, talking about that’s breakfast, either.”

  “Don’t do me. That sounds like some hotel continental breakfast bullshit.”

  He laughed. “Okay, we’ll see.”

  I smiled as I entered the house with my hands full. While he grabbed the other things out of the car, I started putting things away in the refrigerator and the cabinets. Every cabinet was empty, so it wasn’t like I had to find where he wanted me to put stuff. As soon as the box of pots and pans was inside, I opened it, pulled everything out, and washed a couple of pots.

  He took out a tray of weed from the pantry and started rolling up on the other side of the island. He eyed everything I took out of the bags. “What you about to make?”

  “Why? Are you a picky eater?”

  He smirked and said, “I am. I hope you ain’t making something I don’t eat.”

  “Oh God. What don’t you like?”

  “Tell me what you making, and I’ll let you know if I like it.”

  “Ensalada de frutas with mango, pineapple, and melon, cheesy grits, fried eggs, aka huevos fritos, ham slices, bacon, and honey biscuits.”