Just Make Him Beautiful (28 page)

Honey, I screamed so loud
,
Mr. Jamison had to stuff my mouth with a towel he had laying on the backseat of his car. To this day, I s
till
wake up in cold sweat
s
remembering the look on that
guy’s
face that was half blown off.

Fortunately, we made it back on the highway unharmed
.
I took the towel out of my mouth and started
crying like a little bitch, you hear me?
S
not flew out my nose,
and
my tears mixed with that dead guy’s
blood all over my face and shirt
.
B
aby
,
I was too through.

“Calm down
,
shawty
,” Mr. Jamison kept telling me while driving.
“
E
verything is gonna be a’ight
.
”

Things seemed to happen so fast, I couldn’t get out what I was feeling or what I wanted to say. I had such a lump in my throat
,
and I couldn’t stop shaking
.
N
othing I was trying to say made any sense. So
,
I sat there in the passenger seat, crying and shaking like I was having an epileptic fit.

Mr. Jamison pulled up to an Embassy Suites
Hotel
off Route 4 and parked the car in the parking lot.
“Look
,
s
hawty, I’m sorry you had to be a part of that, but I don’t like being fucked with, you know
.
The people who broke in my house w
ork for
this nigga that goes by the name Kane. We’ve been enemies for a long time, but he really fucked up when he trashed my house. So
,
I had to do what I had to do. You do understand that, don’t you?”

“I don’t know,” I managed to say, sounding like a child.

“Shawty, I w
a
nt you to understand
.
I’m in this shit kinda deep, a’ight
, a
nd I need to know that you gonna have my back when shit go down
.
Y
ou feel me?”

I whimpered,
“Y
-y
eah
.
”

“Good. So
,
check this out
.
W
e gonna crash here for a few days or so
,
until I get my placed cleaned up and change the security code. Is that
coo
l?”

I nodded my head up and down.
“Uh
-
huh
.
”

“You’re okay with this
,
right?
”
he said, staring
at me.
“
I mean, you’re sitting here shaking and crying like a little kid
.
”

It’s funny
.
A
s soon as Mr. Jamison said that, I realized just how much I cared for him and wanted to be with him.
And t
he last thing I wanted him to think of me as a child.
I
f that meant
I had
to suck it up, then that’s what I was going to do.

I instantly stopped crying
and wiped my face
,
and
my
shakes went away
.
I pulled my tear
-
and blood
-
stained shirt off
, pulled my hair back into a ponytail
,
and
looked him dead in the eye
.
“
W
hy are we still sitting in the car?”

“Well
,
dayum
,
shawty
!”
he s
aid, surprised by my reaction.
“I
t’s like that now?”

“Yeah, it’s like that!” I responded, moving my neck from side to side.

“Well
,
sit here
,
and I’ll go get us a room,
mister
I
-
got
-
it
-
like
-
that
-
now!”
H
e chuckle
d while getting out of the car.
“Oh
,
by the way, look in the trunk and get one of my
t
ees
out and
put
it
on.”

Mr. Jamison had gone into the hotel to get us a room
,
and as instructed, I opened the trunk and found t
wo
identical dark blue Nike gym bags. I opened the first one and was shocked to see it was filled with a white pow
d
er individually wrapped in clear bags.

I quickly closed the bag and opened t
he second gym bag
.
It wasn’t filled with drugs, but
stacks of
hundred-
dollar bills.
Lawd have mercy!
I
’d
never
seen so much money in all my life.

I quickly closed it as well and noticed
a stack of
brand
-
new white T-shirts folded lying over in the corner of the trunk.
I grabbed the first one
and closed the trunk of the car. I looked around to see if I was being watched because I felt so paranoid. I put the
XXX-
size T-shirt on
,
and it hung on me like a dress.
God!
Why is it that these brothas have to wear T-shirts three or four times their size?

Mr. Jamison came out of the hotel office.
“You ready
,
shawty?”

“Yes
,
sir,” I replied, walking towards the hotel entrance.

“Yo
,
shawty, wait up. I have to get something out of the trunk first
.
”
Mr. Jamison went in the trunk of his car
,
and just as I thought, he pulled out the two Nike gym bags
and carried them inside the hotel room with us.

“Are you hungry?”
he
asked while placing the gym bags under the hotel bed.

I headed for the bathroom.
“A little bit
.
”

“
Cool.
I’
ll
call for room service, a’ight
,
” he stated
,
raising his voice so I could hear him through the bathroom door.

“Okay
.
I’ll be out in a minute.”

I
peeled my clothes off to
t
ake
a quick shower
,
so I could wash all the grime and smell of blood off my body.

Once I was done, I
looked at myself in the mirror as I dried myself off
,
and oddly enough, I began thinking about my mother
.
M
y real mother. I hadn’t gone to see her not once in the past four years
,
and I began to feel a little guilty about that.

“I need to go see her,” I said to myself.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked out into the room. Mr. Jamison was looking out the window and checking out the view while talking on his cell phone.
I turned the TV on and lay across the king
-
size bed.

As I flipped through the channels, I noticed a couple of envelopes lying at the foot of the bed. 

“What are these?” I asked Mr. Jamison as he finished his call and sat at the end of the bed.

“I got these a couple of weeks ago. These are our HIV test results
.
”
H
e hand
ed
me an envelope with my name on it.

The envelope was still sealed so that told me that
he
didn’t know the results.
I opened the envelope
,
and just as I had expected, my results indicated that I was negative. I showed Mr. Jamison
mine as he showed me his
,
and we both were HIV
-
negative.

“I’m glad
,
shawty
.
N
ow
,
we can give of each other totally
.
”
H
e smile
d
as he leaned over to kiss me
,
but
suddenly there was a knock at the door.

I was startled.
“Who could that be?”

“Chill
,
shawty
.
I
t’s probably room service
.
”
H
e
got
up and
went
to the door.

And sure enough, it was room service bringing us the food that
he’d
ordered.
Truth be told, I wasn’t hungry anymore, at least not for food. I was hungry for Mr. Jamison.

The room attendant had made his exit once Mr. Jamison had tipped him
.
  I pulled the towel I had wrapped around my waist
and let it
fall to the floor
.
I
approached this man I was falling in love with.

“You’re a sexy little shawty, you know that
,
right?”
H
e look
ed
deep into my eyes while grabbing me by my waist.

I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“So, what about this giving of each other totally you were talking about?”

“What about the food? You’re not hungry?”
He placed
soft kisses on my lips and neck.

I said in a whisper, while pulling off his wifebeater,
“Not for food
.
”

“Hmmm, I se
e.
Why don’t you chill for a minute while I’ll take a quick shower
,
and then we can see just how hungry you can get?”
H
e slapp
ed
me on the ass
before making
his way towards the bathroom.

Chile
, I was so excited that this moment was finally about to happen, I couldn’t keep still. I pranced my naked little body from one side of the room to the other. I even tried looking out of the window and checking out the view
,
but I couldn’t see a th
i
ng
,
other than Mr. Jamison and his chocolate, hairy, toned body lying on top of my small, smooth
yella
frame. I knew this wasn’t going to be
just
a fuck,
but
for the first time
in my life
, a man that I was
in
love
with
was going to make love to
my mind
and my body.

Just to set
the
mood, I turned the TV off and turned the radio on to one of the slow jam stations. I turned off all the lights and closed the window drapes. The room was pitch black
,
and I
lay
across the bed listening to
Stephanie
Mills’
old jam, “Feel The Fire
.
” echoing from the radio.

For the first time in my life, I
was
wish
ing
I was a female, mainly because I wanted to be everything Mr. Jamison wanted me to be sexually.
To be honest, I really d
id
n’t know how he felt about females
,
or whether he was one of th
ose
DL brothas
,
but I kn
e
w most brothas who are into drugs are
also
into bitches. And for the sake of being
able to show
more public
affection
, I
was
wish
ing
I was a female.