Please excuse ANY grammatical errors.
April 21, 1998
~DeVanté's P.O.V~
Tia came down back down the stairs this time completely dressed. She struck a pose on the last step. "You like it?"
"I do," I observed her appearance carefully. Breathtaking is the word.
I licked my lips. "You look... Astounding!" I breathed out.
"Thank you." She said walking up to me.
Tia planted a kiss on my cheek... My damn cheek when my lips are merely a couple of inches away from where her lips landed. Okay, she did say she moves slow. It's just that I wasn't imagining it as THIS slow. She's religious without even knowing she's religious with her values. I'm not mad at it at all though, I can get through this. Real love IS being patient, so it's something I have to get used to. That's probably another reason why it didn't work out with other women.
"You lookin' fine this afternoon." Tia stood back eyeing me.
"You said that when you opened the door earlier. Thanks again." I chuckled.
We went outside where our ride was waiting for us. Tia turned to me and gasped softly. "Okay, Mr. Swing hired a driver and brought the white limousine." She cheesed.
"Mmhm. Fly shit from a fly guy." I put my hand to my chest.
The driver held the door open and Tia climbed inside. I followed suit and the door was closed.
"Oh, wow." Tia looked around getting comfortable.
"Tia, you're acting as if you've never been in a limousine before." I chuckled.
"I know but you have the colorful lights going off. I like how it's designed on the inside."
"My idea. It looked too plain and ion like that shit." I told her.
"You've always had tastes with DECORATIONS." She emphasized, referring to people I've dated. She side-eyed me as she spoke.
"Damn... You wrong as fuck for that but it's true. But since you wanna put it that way, what about me with you?" I questioned knowing she'd have a comeback.
Her head jerked back at me. "Tuh... Babehh, you KNOW Tia~Nakia is thee BADDEST women you done had thus far! And she a BOSS! And she is wealthy! Don't play with her because she ain't the one or the two!" She held up her fingers as she spoke. "Them others ones you done been with and messed around with can't even up me HALFWAY. Period, point-blank!"
"Facts!" I said laughing. "You know I'm joking. You are definitely different from them other women."
"I'm just sayin', don't play her... EVER." She pursed her lips.
"I'm not and I won't because you done got all country ghetto on me." I laughed.
"So, anyway! Dad called me while I was getting ready which is why I took so long and..." She trailed off in her normal voice.
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