Page 25 of Mercedees: Forever An Atkins
“Moen, start shower and set temp at seventy-two degrees,” he spoke.
“Starting shower with water temperature set to seventy-two degrees,” a voice replied out of nowhere.
Oh, you fancy as fuck, huh?
I remained quiet low key eager to see what demand he’d throw out next. We stopped at one of the sinks and he reached in the drawer pulling out a brand new shower cap. Extending it in my direction, I accepted it. I’d just got my hair and shit done for my birthday and my wig was still intact.
“Thank you,” I spoke softly.
He proceeded to grab two wash rags from the drawer above it and continued to pull me with him. Once we were under the shower heads, I was handed one of the washcloths. No words were exchanged as we took our time washing off last nights events.
Arion reminded me a lot of my father. Could talk shit with the best of them but only when necessary. I could tell the most talking he did was going back and forth with me. The sternness of his words when he got serious to the cold glares, myobservation wasn’t off in the slightest. I guess that was why I felt so comfortable with him.
Scoffing, I remembered that the annulment was solely my personal wanting and not the family’s. If they had it their way, Arion would’ve been going to the courts for one reason. A freakin’ name change.
“How do you know my cousin? Bentley never mentioned you,” I said starting conversation.
“He ain’t supposed to. He know the rules,” he replied.
“What rules? Am I missing something?”
“A lot. Wash, Clover.”
So much for asking to know something. He gave me absolutely nothing when I did so. I rolled my eyes as I began to wash my ass. I was being abducted for the day, and he wasn’t making it easy to dip off. In a way, I was curious to see how my couple hunnid million dollars was being shitted on.
By the time we were done, the clock on the wall read 9:03 am. This was torture being up so early. Arion stepped out the shower first circling a towel around his waist then gestured for me to lift my arms so he could circle one around my body as well. It amazed me how one could be so gentle and stern at the same time. He was doing everything a man was supposed to.
“I need something to wear Arion. I’m not wearing what I wore last night.”
“I ain’t expect you to. I asked Dukes to bring something with her. It should be on the ottoman in the room,” he said walking over to the sink.
Nodding, I followed behind him wanting to wash my face and brush my teeth. He placed a new toothbrush on the counter along with a clean wash rag. I was picking up how much he cared about his hygiene quickly. After we spent the next ten minutes in silence, we were finally able to depart. He left me to get dressed in his closet while I did so in the bedroom.
Spotting the Chanel bags on the ottoman, I strolled over with a slight smirk. A man that knew how to treat a woman. I ain’t have to teach a dog new tricks and I was more than happy ‘bout that.
“Yeah nigga, nothing but expensive shit touch this body,” I said aloud feeling myself.
Moments later I was dressed in a vintage Chanel two piece with a clutch and boots to match that reminded me of Deon from Clueless. If his mama really picked this shit out, she had taste. I was gon’ have to thank her personally for dolling a bitch up like this. Grabbing the hair brush off his nightstand, I tended to my wig.
“You got hair under there?”
“Nigga what?” His question threw me off guard. The shit was rude as fuck.
He chuckled before repeating himself. “I asked if you had hair under that thick ass cap you got on.”
I wanted to be upset but it was low key funny as hell. Ain’t nobody ever asked me that before or called my wig a thick ass cap. I muffled the laugh that tried to escape and responded with, “Ain’t been bald since I came out my mama pussy. Are those extensions or you take after yo’ mammy?” I threw back.
Nodding, he said, “I’m gon’ let you have that. Just making sure I wasn’t married to Jada Pinkett. Rock that shit if you is, just drop my name before doing so,” he jested.
“Something is seriously wrong with you. That was mean as fuck to say, Arion. Damn you need to learn how to speak to people.”
“Aye, cut all that shit out. You ‘bout to turn this into something else, and it ain’t that serious. You ready to eat?” he asked changing the subject at hand.
“Sure, Arion. The sooner I eat, the sooner I can get the hell away from you. Let’s go,” I said grabbing my shit and heading for the door.
I chose not to acknowledge his attire for the day. He was in a fitted navy-blue suit that showed off his tall muscular frame, his hair was braided back into two side cornrows, and his cologne smelled like the money you clearly didn’t see but knew was there. He looked damned good this morning. I couldn’t take that away from him.
Before I could get to the door, I was stopped by him wrapping his arm around my waist. It was unexpected but welcomed. Bending down slightly, his lips touched the side of my face as he softly said, “You couldn’t get more beautiful, Mrs. Greek. Good morning.” A gentle kiss on the cheek followed directly after.
