Insecure Too (Completed)

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Hey, loves, I'm sorry, I know, it's been forever. I don't really like how this chapter came out, but whatever. #barslmao

Yazmine

"Where we going?" I found myself asking. Because we definitely were not headed for his condo. We were downtown, near a lot of hotels. I was just feeling icky and desperately wanting a shower.

"Hotel."

I smiled. "You packed me something?"

"Suitcase in the trunk."

"I hope it's something cute." Devonte never picked out my clothes before, so I had no idea what his taste was. I mean, I knew how he dressed, but I was nervous about what I would find when I opened my suitcase.

"I wouldn't buy no ugly shit."

"We gonna see." I smirked at him and he mushed my head.

"Yoooo," I whined. "You play too much."

"Nah, that's you."

Soon we pulled up to the hotel valet. The valet opened my door to let me out, and Devonte side eyed him. "Nigga, that's my job."
"My bad, my bad," the valet laughed. Devonte hopped out and went to the trunk, turning down a bell boy who started to help him with the bags. There were only two, Devonte's Gucci one, and a small Louis Voutton I never seen before.

The valet went around and got the keys from Devonte, before pulling off. Inside the hotel was mesmerizing. It had to be at least fifty floors high and when you stepped in the middle and looked up you could see all of the levels in glass.

I imagined the same view, but from the highest floor looking down was terrifying. "What floor are we on?"

"Just twenty. Because I know your scary ass didn't want the penthouse."

"You know me well." I was satisfied and followed him to the front desk to check in. "Whose suitcase is that?"

"Yours."

This nigga was too sweet. "Aw, thanks bae." I gave him a quick kiss, beaming.

"Shit, when I take you to Paris you gonna need real luggage. It got a bigger suitcase that go with it too." He allowed me to settle in between his legs as he got the room key.

I tuned his conversation with the front desk lady out, distracted by how good he smelled and how much I wanted him. As soon as he had the key card in hand I grabbed his hand, leading him in the direction of the elevators.

"Damn girl," Devontae laughed. "You eager as fuck."

"I just wanna show my appreciation," I cooed. We were now inside the elevator, and the heavy metal door slid shut. Inside, it was just us, with luxury mirrors on every wall. There had been another elevator, but the other one was glass, meaning no privacy. Even though I knew I was a mess from riding the four wheelers, I couldn't resist the urge to lean into Devonte, and I nipped at his neck.

"Best birthday ever."

Devonte laughed. "It aint even over yet. I got shit up my sleeve."

"So do I." I backed him up against one of the walls of the elevator, and he let me. It was crazy to me how much I had fallen for this man,and how much he had fallen for me. Everytime I looked into his eyes, I think I fell a little more in love. I kissed Devonte hungrily, and he kissed me back.

As I continue to kiss him, I slid my hands under his shirt, rubbing them up and down his toned torso. Breaking our kiss, I traced my tongue down his neck alternating between kissing and sucking. I knew he loved when I kissed on his neck and chest. And I loved doing it.