More Than Just My Weekend Lover

Chapter 2

I was groggy as we checked out in the morning. Devereaux carried our one bag as followed behind him like a zombie. I was asleep again as soon as my seatbelt was fastened. I don't remember what I was dreaming about but I awakened with a jolt.

"Shit. How long was I out," I asked as I yawned.

"Bout an hour and a half. So, I've been thinking and I want you to ask me a question," Dev said.

I just looked at him sideways.

"What?"

"You can ask me one question. You don't even have to let me ask you one," he said and laughed.

"Well if I get to ask a question, I guess you should be able to too," I said.

Dev glanced at me expectantly.

"So, Devereaux Ravenwell, what is your favorite color," I asked.

He gave me a funny look. To be honest he was kind of freaking me out. I wondered what had made him decided on this.

"I give you one question and you ask what my favorite color is. Come on, Kenzie. I know after last night there has to be something you want to know," he said.

Actually, there was something I wanted to know. I hesitated.

"I'll answer. Whatever your question is. Even if it's about my parents," Dev said sounding slightly uncomfortable.

"Why didn't you take the job your grandfather offered you? You could get out of the lifestyle you're in," I said seriously.

I could tell by the look on his face that I'd surprised him. I don't know what he was expecting but that wasn't it. He was silent for a moment.

"That's not a simple question, ma," he said.

"I tried for simple. You told me to ask something with more depth," I replied, shrugging.

"I guess you're right. My grandfather told you my 'sad' tale. Told you how he told my mother to get rid of me or he wouldn't support her... Well after she died my dad made sure I knew my mother's family didn't want anything to do with me.

Though I knew that my grandmother had tried to get custody of me. To an 11-year-old he was downright hostile. I never forgot it. It was only after my grandmother had died that the old man reached out to me. Even then he was almost mean in his offer.

He said he would buy me a condo in the city. Get me a job as a bank teller, cause of course I'd have to work my way up. I didn't and don't need his petty 9 to 5. Shit, I'm retiring next year if I can help it. My kids' kids won't need for shit. The only thing Aneirin Ravenwell can do for me is help me invest my clean cash," Devereaux said, defiantly.

"And what if you get buss down or something before then," I asked, not looking at him.

"I can handle anything, Kenzie. Even death. If it's my life, so be it. But I can't handle seeing someone I care about die. So, like I said I'm prepared for anything," he said with finality.

I shook my head. He was done with the discussion and get there was no answer in his little speech. Just pride and stubbornness as far as I could tell. I no longer wanted to play this game.

"What's your question, Devereaux," I asked.

"What's your family like," he asked.

"Small and close. My mom has one sister, who has two kids. My dad doesn't have any brothers or sisters. Both sets of grandparents are dead. My mom's parents died before I was born. My dad's when I was younger.

Neither of my parents grew up in stable households but they managed to make something of themselves. My dad is a lawyer and my mom is executive editor for a fashion magazine. I'm an only child. So, I guess you can say they spoiled me," I said.

"Are they in the city," he asked.

"No, they live in Hawaii. I try to visit them a couple times a year," I said. After a moment I said, "I miss them."

Devereaux had a weird look on his face.

"Sounds like you had it nice growing up," he said.

"I guess you could say that," I said, realizing I had over shared.

Then just like that he asked, "You coming home with me or am I taking you straight to your apartment?"

"I got one more night to spare. Besides my car is at your house," I reminded him.

He smiled that charming smile. I smiled back before reaching into my purse, fishing out my cell. I shot a quick text to Femi and V letting them know I'd be back in the city in a couple of hours but that I wouldn't be home until morning.

"Wanna stop for lunch," he asked.

"I'm not really hungry. I think I'll catch some more sleep," I said.

"Fine. We can grab something when we get back," he said after I'd closed my eyes.

The rest of the day seemed surreal. Like I had been transported to an alternate reality or something. When we got back, Dev made us lunch while I showered. We ate while sitting on his couch and watched TV.

I knew something was upwhen he took me to my house to pick up appropriate dinner clothes. The wholething kind of felt like a date. But later on, that night while we were fucking,I could have sworn he said he goodbye to me.