V.S.O.P.: A Very Special Love Story

by Danielle Marcus

  Trae took care of my daughter when they were together, and he took damn good care of me too. But, I clearly saw how G put a smile on Diamond’s face that Trae wasn’t able to produce. Diesel put that same smile on my face and I didn’t want to lose that feeling.

  Did I do something wrong to make him ignore me? Did he get hurt? Was he locked up? I wondered, getting worried. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed just one shot to calm my nerves. That’s all I was going to take.

  I made my way back to the kitchen and poured me a shot. I gulped it down straight up with no chaser. My body had been missing it. I took another shot and put the bottle up.

  Another hour had gone by and I still haven’t heard from Diesel. I was past pissed and disappointedly past tipsy. I ended up drinking the whole bottle of Hennessy by the time I finally began to feel my buzz.

  I got up and wobbled into my room, taking off my sexy little one piece cat-suit that I had put on for him and I took off my jewelry. If nothing was wrong with him, I was prepared to drop Diesel like a bad habit.

  I was in the beginning stages of my recovery and I definitely didn’t need the up and down rollercoaster with him. It was just too much! Damn, I just let him allow me to pick up the bottle. Hell no, I didn’t need this.

  My doorbell rang just as I was about to climb into my bed and sleep my buzz off. I looked out my window and saw Diesel’s car parked in my driveway. I can’t lie, butterflies began to stir inside my belly at the thought of seeing his face. But, I wasn’t messing with him.

  I allowed him to sit on the outside of my door while he knocked on it. Then he began to call me on my cell phone. It was ten thirty. He’s four and a half hours late. Whatever he was doing that was so important, he could go right back to it.

  After the second call, I finally gave in and answered my phone, though.

  “Yes.” I didn’t hide the fact that I was angry with him.

  “Come open up the door. You didn’t hear me ringing the bell?” He asked as if he didn’t just have me waiting.

  “Oh I heard you. But, I’m in the bed right now.”

  “What you got a little attitude.” He chuckled. “Stop playing, come open this door. I want to lay in the bed with you.”

  “Whatever, I’m straight.” I continued to dish out my attitude, knowing full well that I was about to come open up that door. I hated the fact that I probably wanted to see him more than he wanted to see me.

  “Alright, you want to play tough.” He let out a small laugh. “Watch this.” He hung up and I jumped out of my bed in a panic thinking he was about to leave.

  The next thing I knew I hear this fool yelling my name at the top of his lungs, while banging on the door. I couldn’t believe he would cause a scene like that. I couldn’t get to the door fast enough. I had stripped down to my panties and bra and I didn’t even bother to throw anything on.

  I swung the door open and yanked him inside. “Why yo’ crazy self out there screaming like a fool?” I hissed, fastening my hands onto my hips.

  He didn’t even respond. His eyes feasted on my body with a look of pure hunger. He looked me up and down, exploring every inch of me. Damn, his ass wasn’t looking too bad either.

  He was casually dressed in a pair of Polo jeans with the matching logo tee, the latest Jordans, and his fresh cut had his waves swimming. Every bit of his sexy 6’2 chocolate frame was perfection. How could I stay mad at that?

  “I’m sorry baby.” He gripped me up, nestling his face into the crook of my neck and inhaling my scent. “I got caught up in some bullshit. I didn’t mean to be so late.”

  “It’s cool. You’re not my man so you don’t -”

  He interrupted me. “I ain’t yo’ what?” He boomed lifting me off the ground and cornering me against the wall. Our faces were aligned and my breast were pressed against his firm chest. “You got some of this dick, so that makes you mine. You got me, baby. If I ain’t yo’ man than what am I?” He asked intensely staring into my eyes with those deep coal bedroom eyes of his. Heat shot throughout my whole body, making me weak.

  “Huh? What am I?” He probed, sucking on my neck, pressing his hard manhood against my thigh. A moan escaped my lips. “Ain’t no other man ever gone get a chance to make you feel like this.” He whispered as one of his hands made its way to my sweet spot and pushed my panties to the side. He played in my nectar rotating from thumbing my clit to dipping his fingers inside of me, all while never letting up on sucking on my neck.

  When I say my body was on FIRE, I mean I don’t even think the fire department could put it out. I needed to feel his rock hard magic stick inside of me, and I needed him to touch every inch of my walls until I climaxed.

  “This my pussy, right? You gone give yourself to me, right?” He asked, thumbing my clit faster, causing my juices to begin to stir in preparation for this orgasm that was about to explode.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” I couldn’t do nothing but submit, as I placed my head on his shoulder, getting ready to cum all over his fingers.

  “Unt uhh, I want you to look me in my face while you’re cumming.” He demanded, swiftly removing his finger from between my legs and whipping out his ten inch magic stick in one motion. He still had me lifted in the air and as he plunged inside of me, he used his other hand to hold my face so that he could stare into it.

  Sheesh, I was in agony… pleasurable agony. My body couldn’t take it anymore. I came all over his dick and that didn’t stop him. He kept giving it to me rough and slow until he finished up with a powerful orgasm himself.

  Mad? Not fucking with him no more? I didn’t even know what those words meant anymore. Diesel had me wide open and there was no way in hell that I could turn back.

  Diesel

  I woke up early the next morning, way before Renee and went to the kitchen to clean it up a bit and fix her breakfast. After almost standing her up fucking around with Tiana’s sneaky ass that was the least that I could do.

  Yesterday Tiana told me that she could stay with her people, so that was where I was going to take her. First she started complaining about needing something to eat, so I took her to Chili’s and bought her a carryout plate. Then she gave me the run around with finding her friend’s house and when we finally did, she wasn’t even there. We ended up waiting a whole hour for her people, until I finally said forget it and dropped her ass off at the hotel.

  After messing around with Renee, I wasn’t steading her though. I didn’t want to waste any energy chilling with Tiana, when I could be spending it with Renee.

  Renee had her issues, but so did everyone else. She never had a man to love her like I was about to love on her and I hope that she was ready for it. I thought, grabbing our plates from last night and walking them over to the trash can.

  I don’t know why, but, I looked inside and saw an empty bottle of Hennessy and I got upset. She told me about her health problems and her alcohol addiction, and I wasn’t playing with the shit. I wasn’t about to lose her to something that was so simple to cure as not drinking.

  I pulled the bottle out of the trash and decided to check her. She was doing good and I hated the fact that me standing her up was probably the cause of her taking a drink. But no, I couldn’t blame myself. She had to stop being weak like that. She needed to learn that drinking wasn’t going to solve none of her problems.

  I continued to cook, wondering if I was even ready to jump into something so serious. She gave me the scapegoat last night when she said that I wasn’t her man. But, fuck that. She was all mines.

  She still didn’t know that she was fucking with a millionaire and I liked how our relationship was moving along without my money as a factor. She was something special.

  I made a simple breakfast that consisted of toast, scrambled cheese eggs, bacon, and orange juice. I grabbed the empty liquor bottle and sat it on the tray along with her breakfast. She was still sleeping like a baby when I got to the room. I assumed it was because of the mixture of our hours of lovemaking and the alcoh
ol that I didn’t know she had consumed.

  “Wake up sleepy head.” I shouted, standing over her with the tray in tow. She stirred a bit, and flipped over to her opposite side. “You not about to sleep the day away Renee. Wake that ass up!” I put a little more base in my voice this time.

  “I’m tired, Diesel! My head hurts!” She groaned, pulling the covers over her head.

  I set the tray down on the night stand and sat next to her on the edge of the bed. “Come on, get up. I’m about to head out and I wanted to talk to you before I go. Plus, I made breakfast. I ain’t never made breakfast for nobody so you better get up and enjoy this food!”

  She finally sat up, and I put the tray in front of her. The first thing she noticed was the empty Hennessy bottle.

  She looked up at me with a questioning glare. “What was the purpose of that being there?” She asked, pointing to the bottle.

  “I don’t know. I was just wondering why it was in the trash. I know you not drinking again?” I may have been overstepping my boundaries. But, I genuinely cared. If I didn’t, then I wouldn’t have said anything.

  She waved me off, taking the bottle off of the tray. “I had a drink last night. It’s not a big deal.”

  I screwed my face up, cocking it to the side. “So your health isn’t a big deal? You’re a doctor now?” I asked sarcastically. I didn’t like the way that she just shrugged things off.

  She sat up and placed the food tray to the side. “No, I’m not a doctor. Why are you getting all worked up like that? I appreciate your concern, but I have it under control.”

  Why did I care so much? I wondered, getting pissed off. If she didn’t care about her own health, then I shouldn’t have. “If you want to kill yourself then be my guest.” I told her, with a shake of the head, grabbing my shirt. “I’m out. I’ll holla’ at you later.” I turned around and walked straight out the door. She called after me, but, I kept going.

  In two short months I really was starting to dig her. When she confided in me her health issues, I told her that I didn’t want to ever see her drinking again. I told her that I would help her through everything and I was keeping up my end. But, I’ll be damned if I stuck around, allowing my heart to get attached, and watched her kill herself. I couldn’t experience that pain twice.

  Renee

  My heart rate sped up with fear, and concern as I watched Diesel march out of the house. I called after him. I even wanted to get up and try to stop him. But, I couldn’t. I never had a man show so much compassion for me. Especially not so soon. I didn’t know how to take it. That’s why I came off so standoffish.

  I hopped up out of the bed and went to grab my cell phone. I had to call and apologize for my behavior. I understand where he was coming from. But, he had to understand me as well. I’m only human and my recovery wasn’t going to happen overnight.

  I dialed his number and he shot me to voicemail. That only made me dial his number a second time, then a third. I was prepared to blow his phone up until he answered.

  “Yes Renee?” He finally picked up. He sounded a bit annoyed, and for the first time since we jumped head first into our little affair, I realized that I didn’t really know too much about him. I didn’t know if he liked to be left alone when he was mad, or if his sudden departure meant that he was done with me. I just didn’t know, and a flicker of nervous energy ran throughout my body.

  After a brief pause, I finally gathered my words and spoke. “Why did you just up and leave like that? Are you mad at me or something?” I asked, as my eyes landed on an envelope laying on the floor under my living room table.

  “Nah, I’m good. Ain’t no since in me being mad.” The chill in his voice told me that he wasn’t telling the truth.

  “Then why do you sound like that?” I countered, challenging him.

  He let out a husky breath of air into the phone. “Look Renee, when I said I want to be your man, I meant the shit. I’m diggin’ you. But, I’m not gone sit up here and front like you drinking don’t bother me. Besides, you’re the one that said that you was going to get it together. I been through too much and I’m not going to knowingly put myself in a situation that can end up with me getting hurt.”

  “But, you’re saying that like I’m about to die right now or something. I never said that I had anything, I said that I was at risk of developing it. One slip up is not going to hurt anybody.” I retorted, only wanting him to lighten up.

  “Yea okay. You don’t have it now but keep that mindset up. When you play with fire, you’ll eventually get burned. Anyways, let me hit you back so that I can call my homeboy.” He ended the conversation without saying bye.

  Our conversation didn’t make me feel any better. I really hope that I didn’t push him away. He made me feel complete and there’s no way that I wanted to lose that feeling.

  Tiana

  I sat in this boring ass hotel room all night writhing with anger. Here it was morning, and I was still alone. This wasn’t exactly how I planned for things to go. Diesel was supposed to be here with me and we were supposed to be making the headboards bang against the wall all night with toe-curling sex!

  I flew all the way here to surprise him and this is how he does me? In the matter of seconds my anger level went from 0-100. I was so mad that I was crying angry tears. I eventually became so frustrated that I took my purse and slung it across the room. The contents of my purse fell out, scattering everywhere.

  I had problems controlling my anger sometimes, and this was one of those times. When I wanted something I hated to be denied. Just as I was about to throw something else, I heard someone fiddling with the door and instantly I knew it was Diesel.

  I hauled ass to the bathroom to fix myself up so that my emotions wouldn’t be showing all over my face. I smiled. He better had of came here, because I would have given him hell.

  “Tiana?” He called out to me once he got into the room. I heard the bed creak as he sat down on it.

  “I’m in the bathroom. I’ll be out in a second.” I yelled, using my paddle brush to tame my hair, which had gotten out of place a little from me not tying it down.

  “Ewwe, you shitting?” He teased, causing me to giggle.

  “No, crazy! I’m washing my face and brushing my teeth. How was your night?” I asked, trying my best to sound unfazed. I wanted to curse his ass the hell out, but I decided it was best not to show him that side of me… at least not yet.

  “It was straight. I didn’t do much.”

  He was lying. I could hear it in his voice. He was with some bitch. I just knew it. “That’s good. So are you ready to spend some time with me?” I forced myself to change the subject. No man liked a nagging ass woman, and I tried my best not to.

  “I still can’t believe you flew all the way across the country on a humbug.” He said staring at me as I walked out of the bathroom. He just wasn’t letting it go.

  I rolled my eyes and plastered a smile across my face, as I turned towards him. “I wanted to see you. And stop acting like you’re not happy to see me.”

  “Yea, I guess.” He muttered, then added. “How long you here for? I have a lot of business to handle this week, so I’m not going to be able to chill like that.”

  I read in to that. It was definitely another bitch. I let out a breath of air and counted to ten in my head. “I’m here for a week, and I’m hungry can we go to breakfast?” I asked, going to my suite case, grabbing an outfit to throw on, and making my way back to the bathroom.

  I went shopping before I came so I had nothing but sexy pieces to seduce him with. Today I chose to wear a reddish pink mini dress, with a plunging neckline by Emilio Pucci and a pair of Alexandre Birman suede cage lace-up sandals. I slid on a couple of gold bangles and my 4kt diamond studs and I was ready to go.

  After I was fully dressed with a touch of make-up, I made my way out to where Diesel had his face buried into his phone, texting. “Are you ready?” I asked, interrupting him.

  He looked up at me and I think
I saw a glimmer of lust in his eyes. His lips twitched into a smile. “Damn. I almost forgot how sexy your ass was. But, we just going to breakfast, Super Star.”

  I waved him off. “You know I stay fly whether I’m going to the grocery store, or to a star studded event. You never know who you’ll run into.” I winked, grabbing my purse. “Come on. I’m starved!”

  After breakfast, we ended up running a few errands, then we hit one of Diesel’s friend’s party at some little rinky dink club. It was so ratchet at that. No one dressed up and they were smoking so much weed that I was beginning to catch a contact. I could have came in my pajamas and still would have been the best looking woman in the place. I was annoyed to say the least.

  I was nowhere near a “hood” chick. My parents raised me well in the suburbs, I lived in luxury. Diesel didn’t even seem like the type to frequent this type of establishment. So I was a bit confused as to why we ended up here. I would have much rather going back to the hotel, in privacy, and worked on getting a little closer to each other.

  I folded my arms tightly across my chest and began to pout. Not only was I at this stupid club against my will, but, Diesel wasn’t paying me much attention. I cut my eyes over to where he stood, engaged in a conversation with some man, and rolled my eyes.

  Diesel

  Man, it felt good to be back home! My homeboy Big Mike and Gotti got together and threw me a little something tonight. It wasn’t anything big, we were just kicking it at a low key spot on the Westside called Teresa’s.

  We were holding the VIP area down with bottles of expensive champagne, and sexy ass women. I wasn’t too much paying them any mind though. Renee was running through my head. I wanted to see her smile, and I wanted to feel her skin against mine. I don’t even know why I got so angry with her.