V.S.O.P.: A Very Special Love Story (10 page)

“Yea, whatever. You claiming that you want to be my man and chilling with other bitches.” I rolled my eyes, as I sat on the bed. “Not only that, the bitch knows your government name and I don’t!”

He let out a chuckle. “Ohhh that’s what really have you mad, huh? Well, you the one that never even asked me that.” He began to shake his head as he plopped down next to me. “That’s fucked up. I should be the one mad right now.”

He had me there. I don’t know why I never thought to ask him. We had so much other stuff to talk about, and he’d make everything about me, asking a million and one questions.

“No, you’re the one that was asking a million questions.” I countered in my own defense.

“Yea, that’s because I wanted to know everything about you and I actually care. While you don’t even know that my name is Davon Jones, I know that your full name is Renee Rose Smith, your favorite color is pink, and that you always wanted to be a nurse and you still can be because you smart as hell. I mean I can keep going if you want me too.”

I swear he was so damned arrogant sometimes, but I liked that about him. Even though he was slick at the mouth, he made me feel special. I cherished that feeling, I craved it, and I never wanted to be without it again.

“Well let’s make it about you tonight. I want to know everything about you.”

“Everything like what?” He asked, snuggling up next to me, pulling me into him in a spooning position.

“Everything. Like how was your childhood, what makes you mad, what make you happy. The spotlight is on you. I need to catch up.”

It felt so good to be laid up with my man as we conversed. He had his arms draped over me, caressing me, as his raspy voice massaged my ears. I swear I could listen to him all day and not get tired of the sound of his voice. We talked about everything under the sun. We didn’t have sex, I personally didn’t even think about sex. We just talked, and got to know each other on a deeper level. We only ended our conversation because our eyes got too heavy for us to hold open.

Diesel

Renee was on my mind hard. I wanted to see her happy and I
wanted to be the one that put the smile on her face. I was digging her, and the way that we could sit up for hours and just kick it.

I knew that I had work on my hands dealing with Renee, and I also knew that I could have any woman that I chose. But, when you know without a shadow of doubt that you got the one, there wasn’t no since in playing games. I’ve never felt more at home with any woman as I felt with her. I don’t think I would ever grow tired of her company.

Yea, Renee had me on some ol’ mushy lovey dovey type shit. The feelings I had for her were so intense, yet mysterious. I didn’t know what our future would hold, all I knew was that I wanted her to be in it. I actually think I was in love with her. That sounded crazy to me. Diesel in love? Damn…

I decided that I wanted to do something nice to show her how much I was digging her. So I called Mel up and had her set up a little get away to Jamaica for us. I knew that Renee wasn’t used to a man spoiling her,  and I wanted to give her everything that she deserved.

Mel tried to give me static about booking the trip for me and my lady. But, I wasn’t thinking about Mel’s mean ass. She didn’t want me, but every time I mentioned another chick she’d get to tripping like I wasn’t supposed to be happy. I didn’t understand her ass and I wasn’t trying to.

I knew that I was going to have to cut our ties sooner or later. She was a hell of a business woman, anytime I needed her she was there and I appreciated that. But, I think that with Renee in the picture she would get to tripping on me.

Sometimes I don’t understand women period. I still hadn’t talked to Tiana’s crazy ass and I was just waiting for her to call. I didn’t appreciate that shit that she pulled at the club the other night.  But, oh well. I pushed that thought to the back of my head.

I slanted the wheel to the right and came up at the Telegraph and North Western highway exit. I was on my way to meet up with a couple of important people here in Detroit. I’d been in the city for two whole months and I was ready to get the show on the road. I listened to Diamond’s boyfriend’s mix tape and they were actually tight. It was a different sound that was industry ready.

Today I planned to pitch the tape and if the execs bit on it, then I would draw up the contract and cut the check. I decided that I would allow him to handle the spotlight and play the background.

Being in the spotlight caused too many problems. You had to deal with the crazy ass women, the paparazzi, and all the other drama that came along with it. I knew firsthand because I was that guy.

Gotti, Big Mike and I used to terrorize the city. I had to smile just reminiscing on all the wild nights that we had. You would think that they would have grown up by now and settled down, especially after witnessing firsthand what I went through. But, they seemed ten times worse.

The meeting lasted all of thirty minutes. They heard the music and were sold before the first song ended. The three execs were promoters from around the city that had worked with top artists, and were in charge of  a big name tour. They knew me from my past and they also knew of my involvement in the industry back in L.A, so they were excited to work with me firsthand.

“You trying to hit the bar for cold beers and bad bitches?” Mario “Killz” Scott asked, standing from his seat, as we all prepared to leave. He was the one that I was closer to and he was the one who had talked the others into hearing me out.

“Nah, I’m straight.” I humbly declined, catching eyes with Mel and some chick, as a waiter escorted them to a table. I started to walk over and say something, but the way that they were interacting threw me off. I wondered if Mel was gay. Maybe that was why she always tried to bash a nigga.

Killz followed my glare and landed on Mel. “That bitch is bad ain’t she? Too bad she a carpet muncher.” He shook his head, with a chuckle. I looked over to him in disbelief.

“Man, I know her. Mel ain’t gay.”

“Shit, I know her too. That bitch gayer than Prince. She had a little bitch that she was obsessed with, but the bitch had a man. I think her girlfriend ended up getting killed somehow and after that she turned into a crazy broad.”

I looked at Killz skeptically, then focused back on Mel. Mel and I had been rocking with each other for a minute. She was mean as hell when she wanted to be but she was still cool as hell. I couldn’t see Mel being gay, though. Shit, I fucked her a few times.

“You bullshittin’.” I said. “I been knowing Mel for almost 7 years. That’s my assistant and my realtor.” I told him, taking another glance at Mel, who caught eyes with me and turned away as if  she didn’t see me.

“Damn, so she knows everything about you then. You better be careful with that one.” He chuckled patting me on the shoulder, as he and his two partners walked out of the restaurant. I left behind them. He had me wondering about Mel. But, I quickly shrugged it off. Mel wasn’t my problem to deal with. I think after I finished up business with her and the house I was going to cut our friendship short anyway.

Renee

Up at the boutique, I was prancing around with a smile a mile wide plastered across my face. When a man loved on you the proper way it does that to you. It was now just past seven and I had been here the whole day and I couldn’t wait to go home and relax.

I had been thinking a lot about what I wanted to do next with my life. Staying in the hood, seeing the same people, doing the same things, just wasn’t cutting it anymore. I even began to distance myself from Danetta and Niecy. All they wanted to do was get drunk and party every weekend. Then they would get their asses beat by their no good men for being out partying. But it never failed, they would be back out the next weekend doing the same thing.

I couldn’t rock like that anymore. It was old. I know that they are probably talking mad shit about me. I can imagine Danetta with the ‘she got a man now she think she better than us’ speech. That definitely wasn’t the case. I was just on some new shit.

Actually, Diamond, Kita, and I had formed a much closer bond lately. We’d always been close, but me being in a sober mind state brought us closer. I could tell that Diamond really enjoyed me being around more. I could see it all in her face. That in itself kept me motivated. I looked over to her as she stood behind the counter, ringing up a customer. I was proud of her and the woman that she had grown into. My daughter was the shit.

“You’ve been up here all day, ma. I know that you’re ready to go home.” Diamond said. Walking towards me after finishing up with her customer.

“Nah, I’m 0k. It’s not like I got something to go home to. Diesel got business to take care of today.” I pretended to roll my eyes. “I done got so used to being up under him that I don’t even be wanting to sit at the house alone.”

Diamond began to straighten a few shirts on the rack. “You guys are so cakey. Y’all are moving so fast.” She looked at me a bit skeptically. “Don’t have me having to mess his ass up for playing with my mother.”

I laughed. “Slow down killer. We got this.” I told her. “Seriously, I highly doubt that he will hurt me and furthermore, being with him just feels too good to stop. I done stopped drinking and became addicted to him.” I gushed, picturing his sexy face, and the crooked grin that kept my panties soaking wet.

I wondered where he came from and where he had been hiding all of my life. He did magically appear out of nowhere.

“Well, don’t get too addicted. I still got my eye on him. I haven’t forgotten what happened at the bar, and he still has G on pens and needle with the whole record label thing. G claims that he’s supposed to be a somebody in the industry.  We’ll see about that.”

“Yea yea, lil girl. How are you and G doing? And what about Trae?”

She rolled her eyes at the mention of Trae. “Me and G are doing ok and Trae is still Trae.” She said, “Oh yea, and G’s mother is having a barbecue and he wanted me to invite you and Diesel.”

I told her that we would try to make it, then I  turned my attention to the door as a figured entered. My lips curled into a smile as I watched Diesel glide towards me with two pink roses in tow and a teddy bear.

“Hey Diamond.” He waved at her, handing her one of the roses. My mouth hung open and my hands shot to my hips.

He chuckled grabbing me up into a hug. “Chill out with yo’ spoiled ass. I couldn’t come up in her establishment with nothing for her, and I saved the best for last. He leaned in and gave me a peck on my lips, before handing me my flower and a Build-a-Bear teddy bear with a Pandora charm bracelet wrapped around its neck. The silver charms were sparkling, The bracelet was beautiful.

I looked at him, and he had that crooked grin on his face. “What’s all this for?” I asked, feeling so special.

“It’s for being you. I missed you today.” He said. Then he turned to Diamond. “Can I have your mother for the night?”

“Sure, I’ve been trying to get rid of her all night anyways.” She told him. I could tell she was still trying to feel him out. But, he had me hook, line, and sinker. I was blushing like never before as I walked out of the boutique with my rose and bear in hand, and Diesel’s hand wrapped around the other.

We ended up grabbing some food from the Crabhouse and going back to my place. I had just bought the new 2eleven movie from Press Play inside of Northland a few days ago and now we were finally able to sit down and watch it while we ate.

“You don’t hear somebody knocking?” Diesel asked, tilting his head and listening intently. Just as he asked, I heard a banging at my front door.

My forehead creased. I wasn’t expecting company so I had to wonder who would be knocking at my door. I looked over to the cable box at the time. It was just going on ten. “I wonder who that is.” I told him, making my way to the living room, and to the front door.

Low and behold, when I swung the door open, there Wayne stood with balloons and an envelope in hand, I assumed that it was a card. I straight gave him the side-eye. What was he doing here? Why did he pop up while Diesel was here?

“Hey Renee.” Wayne said extending his  hand for me to take his gifts. I didn’t budge. I was still trying to wrap my mind around the thought that this negro just popped up at my house!

He looked at me uncomfortably. I think he knew that I was feeling some type of way. He began to explain himself. “ I was just seeing if you was okay. I didn’t hear from you since the other night when I dropped you off.”

“Yea, she good!” Diesel’s voice appeared out of nowhere. Oh goodness, I hope these negros were not about to start acting up.

I tried to step in, but, Wayne responded first. “I wasn’t talkin’ to you youngin’.” He focused back on me. The look in his eyes said something. I wonder if he thought that because I allowed him to take me to the hospital, he expected something. I thought back to that night. Did I lead him on?

“I don’t give a fuck who you was talkin’ to. Like I said she good, old man.”

I saw Wayne chest swell up a bit. I pinched the bridge of my nose and shook my head. Not tonight…

I knew that Wayne was far from a punk. He ran the streets of Detroit for a minute. I wasn’t fooled by his old age. But, I also knew that Diesel wasn’t a joke, so I had to diffuse things.

“Unt uhh, y’all are not about to do this at my house. Diesel I can handle this.” I turned to him, and pushed him back a bit. His chest was poked out too and his face sported an ice grill. Then I turned to Wayne. “I appreciate you checking on me but you are wrong for just popping up at my house like this.” I took the gifts from out of his hand. “You have to leave, Wayne. And please do not pop up at my house unannounced.”