back to the road. He was a lot of things, but a pedophile wasn’t one of them. He made it a rule never to get sexually involved with any girl under eighteen years old. Of course, if they lied about their age, it wasn’t his fault.
“Where are we going?” Bubbles asked a few minutes later, peering through the window as Suave took a turn off Waterloo Road into the parking lot of the Hide Away Motel and parked. “What’s going on?”
Suave turned sideways in his seat to face Bubbles, impatience splashed across his face. “I was thinking we would get a room and get to know each other some more. You have a problem with that?”
Bubbles looked at him with uncertainty for just a few seconds. Not because she hadn’t done this before. She had had her fair share of men, especially if they had lots of money. She just never expected him to move so fast. But as the bright, warm sun shone through the opened car window and the huge diamond cross pendant around Suave’s neck and the big rock in his ear sparkled, Bubbles felt a burst of excitement wash over her. Money, money, money. “I would like that.” She blushed and looked down at her bare lap.
“Cool.” Suave leaned back in his seat, reached into his pants pocket, and took out a wad of money.
Bubbles’s eyes grew large.
“Here, go get us a room.” He placed a thick bundle in her trembling hand.
After Bubbles hurried over to the small office, Suave drove around to the back of the building and parked behind a huge dumpster. This was one of his regular motels where he took his women for a little rendezvous, so he had to be careful. Who knew.... Maybe Monica was playing detective again. A few days ago, Suave pulled into another hotel to meet one of his women, and Monica drove in and parked right beside him. She was always driving around town trying to catch him in the act of cheating... as if the six other kids he had outside their relationship weren’t enough evidence of that. Shaking his head, Suave pressed his key fob, locking the doors behind him, and walked around to the front. He saw Bubbles coming toward him, waving her hand in the air.
“I got it.” Bubbles handed him the room key. “We’re in Room 303.”
How coincidental. Yesterday he had the same room.
Suave had gone to Sovereign Center to handle some business. As he was walking to the parking lot, deep in thoughts, he collided with a soft body.
“My bad.” Suave’s eyes lit up when he saw the beautiful woman standing before him. “I wasn’t paying attention.” He smiled broadly.
“No, you weren’t, Smooth Suave,” she replied softly and teasingly. “You almost knocked me over.”
Suave looked at her, trying to remember if he knew her, but drew a blank. Obviously, she knew him. “I’m sorry, but—”
“We never met,” the woman responded. “But I know who you are. I’ve seen you around and sometimes in the club. I’m Georgia.”
Suave’s grin got wider. His reputation preceded him. “Hi, Georgia, let me make it up to you,” he said quickly. “Why don’t we go back inside, and I’ll buy you lunch?”
Georgia didn’t hesitate. She happily took Suave’s hand in hers, and they walked back inside to the restaurant.
Suave enjoyed a lunch of steamed fish and bammy, and Georgia for dessert, at the same motel in Room 303.
“Hello?” Bubbles had a puzzled look on her face.
Suave enfolded her hand in his, and they took the stairs to the third floor. With a final look at his watch, Suave entered the motel room with Bubbles to get better “acquainted.”
Bubbles was thrilled to become Suave’s girl, and Suave was psyched to satisfy his lustful appetite. Any woman Smooth Suave wanted, Smooth Suave got.
“Li’l mama, you ain’t no joke.” Suave winked at Bubbles as he pulled up his pants almost an hour later. The encounter he had in mind wasn’t as brief as he had thought it would be. Bubbles showed him some moves and took him on a sexual journey so intense he had to savor the moment. Now, he was late to pick up Monica.
“So, when will I see you again?” Bubbles asked as she slipped the little dress over her head.
An awkward silence crept into the room as Suave contemplated his situation. This was the part he hated. He really had no intention of seeing her again, but after her raving performance in bed, he knew he needed more. “How about we decide on that after I drop you off at home?” This was another first for Suave. Usually, he would give the women some money to catch a cab with plenty left over, but he was breaking his rules for the queen of the bedroom... Bubbles.
“That sounds good to me.” Bubbles’s grin stretched from ear to ear as she bent down to slip the platform sandals on her feet. Inside, she rejoiced.
Fully dressed, Suave and Bubbles left the room and headed around to the back of the motel where he parked. Bubbles noticed how the car was hidden, but she never said a word. It was all good. He loved the women, and the women loved him... as long as she got her fair share.
Suave’s cell phone rang nonstop. A few of the calls he answered with an, “I’ll hit you back in a minute,” and others he ignored altogether.
Soon, Suave was navigating his Escalade down the narrow road to Bubbles’s house, creeping over potholes and loose stones. Passing small houses on both sides of the street, he became apprehensive as he looked around. Children ran around outside playing, while grown folks sat on their verandas or leaned up outside their gates, chatting and laughing. He was in unknown territory without any of his soldiers for backup. Due to Suave’s line of business, he had made enemies all over Jamaica, with competitors just itching for the opportunity to catch him vulnerable. His 9 mm Glock was hidden under his seat with a loaded semiautomatic rifle under the spare tire in the trunk, but what if there were a few of them? Suave said a few choice curse words under his breath. A woman has me slipping, he thought nervously.
“Over there.” Bubbles pointed to a small, pink house at the end of the street. The truck rolled forward. Faces were staring through opened windows and doors at the expensive truck in the neighborhood. Bubbles beamed with pride. She wished she could see the look on her haters’ faces when she hopped out.
Suave pulled up in front of her house, the engine running, the car still in drive.
“Are you coming in?” Bubbles asked hopefully, although she lived with her mother, stepfather, two brothers, and three sisters in the small, three-bedroom house. She hoped her sisters were out, and the room she shared with them was empty.
“Nah.” Suave shook his head. “I have some business to take care of, beautiful.” He reached in his pocket and took out some money, which he placed in her hand. “Why don’t you take my digits and hit me up later?”
Bubbles nodded with great anticipation. She stuffed the money in the small purse on her lap before she dug inside for her cell phone to add Suave’s number. After repeating the number back to him, she kissed him on the cheek before she alighted. As if in slow motion, Bubbles shut the car door, flung her long weave over her shoulder with an attitude, and struck a pose for all eyes to gaze upon her.
Suave ignored her antics and took his foot off the brake. He then pressed the gas and made a U-turn in the middle of the street before he sped off down the road as if demons were chasing him.
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