Pointe of No Return: Giving You All I Got (4 page)

Demi wasn’t dumb. She knew the things her and Papa were doing were new for him, it was in the way his eyes lit up while they were at dinner. Papa sent good morning messages and told her goodnight, even if he didn’t have time to call her. He was interested in everything she had going on.

“Come here,” he asked in a softer tone.

She huffed and did as he asked. Papa pulled her roughly into his chest and Demi laid her head on his heart.

“You hurt my feelings,” she admitted.

“You took it the wrong way.” Papa was sticking to what he said.

“Whatever. I’m hungry, can you hurry?” she asked, and just like that the situation was dropped.

Papa kissed her forehead. “Would you be mad if I went out tonight without you?” Once the question slipped from between his lips, he couldn’t believe he asked her. Papa didn’t even give females the chance to talk or have an opinion on what he did.

“Why would I be?” she asked.

Papa said, “Cool.”

Demi was tired anyway so she had no problem going home after their dinner date. She was just happy they could squeeze some time in tonight.

“Come on, let me feed you,” he said, once he was high.

“So, should I drive my car?” she asked.

“Nah, I’ll drive ‘cause I don’t know if I’m going out. It looks like it’s about to rain.”

“I hope not, I hate driving in the rain,” she said.

Dinner was pleasant and Demi ate all of her food, literally cleaning the plate.

“My trainer is going to kill me,” she complained, once they were back in the car.

“I don’t know why,” Papa added.

“I’m supposed to stay under one hundred and forty pounds,” she said.

Papa shrugged. “I guess.”

His phone rang and it was Sean. “We going to get something to eat, you went on your date yet?” Sean asked.

“We just finished eating, about to go chill for a lil second. I’ll let y’all know.”

Sean said, “Bet,” and they ended the call.

“Just curious, why did you uninvite me? Is it because you were worried I wouldn’t get in?” Demi asked him.

Demi’s age was never a concern for Papa. She was legal so that was all that mattered to him.

“Nah, it wasn’t that. I don’t want you to see me in that environment,” he said, keeping it gully with her.

“What environment? Where were we going?” she asked.

Papa looked over at her. “The strip club.”

“The strip club, you like the strip club?” She said the words as if she was a toddler and was saying a bad word, although their mother told them to never say it.

Papa laughed. “I love the strip club.”

“But I’m a dancer,” Demi said.

Papa smirked and reached over and gripped her thigh. “What you trying to say?”

“Not like that. I’m just saying, like if that’s what you consider entertaining then you might as well come see me dance.”

Papa laughed. “Not ballet dancing, I wanna see asses twerking, titties bouncing up and down, pussy popping.”

Demi didn’t understand how women could degrade themselves. “What if you had a daughter though?” she asked.

Papa sighed. Demi was always asking him deep ass questions. “It’s entertainment, nothing more, nothing less.”

“I guess we have different interests,” her voice trailed.

Papa knew he wasn’t losing her just because he liked the strip club. 

“Demi.”

“Papa,” she mumbled.

“That’s why you like me and I like you, because we come from two different sides of the track. Don’t trip on me, ma,” he told her.

“You’re right. I’m sorry, I think I’m just in my feelings.” Demi wanted to tell him she wanted to cuddle and talk more. Dinner and movie dates were cool, but how many more movies were they going to see?

“Talk to me,” he told her.

Demi said, “I want to chill with you.”

“What you think we been doing?” he asked.

“I mean like really chill. I thought tonight it would be different,” she said.

“Okay. Well, what you wanna do?  It’s still early, I’m not going out until later.”

“I just want to talk and chill,” she said like a child.

Papa nodded his head. “I got you.” He squeezed her thighs.

              Demi kept complaining about her weight, but she was sexy as hell to him, and even if she gained twenty or thirty pounds, he would still be gripping her. They pulled back up to his uncle’s house.

“Are we going to get in trouble? Your uncle is here.”

“Man, I’m grown as hell.”

Demi still wasn’t comfortable chilling at his uncle’s house; she found it disrespectful.

She clung to his back as they walked up to the front door and Papa pulled out his key.

“Chill, we good,” he told her. Demi backed up and gave him room to open the burglar door and then the front door to enter the house.

Andre, Papa’s uncle was just getting comfortable in front of the large television screen. He had his rolled blunts, a pack of beer, and a home-cooked meal that one of his lil young things dropped off at the barbershop earlier.

“Hey!” Andre said cheerfully.

His warm greeting caused Demi to relax and she offered him a smile. “Hello,” she spoke.

Andre was impressed by how proper she spoke and that she didn’t have colorful extensions, nor were her body parts enlarged due to surgeries. His uncle saw no tattoos or visible piercings. This girl was definitely a surprise to see Papa with, and he could tell she differed from the pieces of ass….trash…Papa normally brought home.

Papa walked into the kitchen, leaving Demi in the living room by herself.  He had to put his food into the refrigerator.

“I’m Demi Westbrook, nice to meet you.” She offered him a handshake.

Andre wiped his hand off on his pants and shook her hand back. “Nice to meet you, I’m Unc,” he said.

“Unc?” Demi repeated after him.

Andre laughed and called out to Papa, “Rob, where you get this young girl?” 

Demi blushed. Papa came into the living room. “Leave her alone.”

“Hey, I ain’t messing with her, pretty young woman. You let me know if Rob starts acting crazy with you,” Unc told her.

Demi nodded her head. “I got you.”

Papa said, “You ain’t got shit, come on back here.”

Andre followed her with his eyes across the room. She was young and naïve that much was obvious, but he knew he raised his nephew the right way. Papa got enough ass to not have to take advantage of anyone. That wasn’t his concern; he just hoped his nephew didn’t break the poor child’s heart.

Demi sat on the bed and watched Papa clean up.

“Here, find us something to watch,” he said, and tossed the remote in her direction.

“I want to talk,” she told him.

Papa took his shoes off and lay down on the bed. “Well, what you down there for, bring that ass here.”

Something tingled below and Demi had never felt that before.  She removed her shoes and sat her purse and phone on the floor and lay beside Papa.

“If it rains you might have to drop me off and I’ll come get my car in the morning,” she told him.

“What’s with you and the rain?” he asked. He felt Demi’s body tense up.

“I don’t drive in the rain, it makes me uncomfortable,” she answered.

He wasn’t one to press for more information so he told her, “I might not go anywhere so you can just spend the night.”

Demi repeated the words in her head;
spend the night.

Her mama just got on her this morning for not checking in. It was already 10:00. She would text her daddy if she stayed out past midnight, especially if it rained. Her parents would understand. She was sure they rather have Demi safe and sound than somewhere on the side of the road.

“Your uncle wouldn’t mind if I stayed?” she asked to be sure.

“I’m grown, I keep telling you that.”

Demi really didn’t have a clue just how grown Papa was, but he vowed in the beginning to never expose her to the life he lived. If Papa was to flip his mattress over and Demi caught a glimpse of all the weapons and money, he was sure she would run out of the house and he would never see her again.

“If you say so,” she told him.

Papa smacked her butt; he couldn’t help himself. He had been eying it for too long without smacking it.

Demi winced in pain, but Papa knew she liked it. Girls loved shit like that.

“Don’t do that no more,” she threatened. Papa raised his hand and did it again.

“Papa!” she screamed.

He laughed. “Shut up, you know you like it.” Demi playfully punched him in the chest.

“I’m sorry boo, come here let me make it up to you,” he said, pulling her on top of him. Demi stared in his eyes as she sat in his lap.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, seeing the fear in her pretty brown eyes.

“You’re so cute,” she told him.

He smiled and removed her hair from her face. “You’re cuter,” he told her.

Demi blushed, this was so new to her, but the experience was great. She enjoyed every second she was in his presence. Papa pulled her down and kissed her lips. Demi let out a slight moan, surprising her damn self.

“Hmm,” she said.

Papa slid his tongue inside of her mouth and they swapped spit, kissing like lovers who had been apart for too long. Papa pushed her dress up and held her ass in his hands.

“Whew!” Demi pulled away, but he wasn’t done sucking on her tongue so he shook his head and said, “Nah, come back.”

Demi smiled and did as he asked. She could get used to doing this.

Papa wasn’t even a kisser, he swore he wasn’t, but Demi just had that aura about herself. He rolled her over so he could be on top, planting kisses all over her neck and collarbone. Demi closed her eyes, enjoying the moment.

When Papa brought his hands in between her legs, Demi slammed her legs shut and just like that she snapped back to reality.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

She shook her head and sat up. “I need to get home, it’s getting late,” she told him.

“We don’t have to go there. I’m not tripping, just lay down it’s going to rain,” he said.

Demi shook her head and got up anyway. “No it’s not,” she said, as if she knew the weather forecast.

Demi put her shoes on and grabbed her shit and was ready to leave his house. Her pussy dripped and she felt the moisture building up in her panties.

“Demi!” Papa called after her, but home girl was telling Unc, “Nice meeting you.”

Unc said, “Be careful, it’s pouring down.”

Demi froze in her tracks and slumped her shoulders. She turned around and eyed Papa. He shook his head and walked back into his bedroom.

Once Demi returned, she was texting her daddy to tell him she was staying at Briana’s house tonight because of the weather.

“What’s up with you?” he asked.

“You and I both know that I’m a virgin and I don’t get down like that,” she snapped. Demi was now frustrated and feeling overwhelmed. Papa stood up and towered over her small and petite frame.

“Get down like what?”

Demi rolled her eyes. “I’m not fucking you. I haven’t even known you long enough. I don’t know much about you. You not going to fuck me and kick me to the side. I am not a thot!” she said angrily.

Papa ran his hands over his now scruffy braids. “You bullshitting. Let me go smoke,” he told her, and left the bedroom.

Demi’s dad texted her back telling her goodnight and sweet dreams. She removed her shoes once more, along with her jewelry this time. Demi moved around Papa’s small room, looking for a t-shirt or something to sleep in. The push-up bra she wore was irritating her back and she was ready to relax and lay down.

Papa had taken her a little too fast and Demi had frozen up. She found a grey undershirt and undressed quickly in case Papa came back for something.  Demi folded her clothes up and sat everything in the corner of the room. She picked up the remote and tuned into last week’s episode of
The Kardashians. 
She hoped
by the time Papa returned to bed she would already be sleep. Demi’s body was trained to wake up at five every morning, so she would be gone in a few hours if the raining stopped.

Papa shared a blunt with his uncle in silence, wondering why shorty was tripping, but he assumed that’s how virgins acted. Papa had been fucking since he was a lil nigga and had never messed with a chick like Demi before. He wasn’t trying to fuck her and that was the only reason Demi’s actions took him by surprise.

He told his uncle he was going to bed and passed him the blunt back and stood to his feet.

Andre kept his comments to himself; he would talk to Papa later when Demi wasn’t possibly listening.

Demi was lying down, half-sleep, and barely listening to Kim’s whiny voice.

“Scoot over,” Papa told her.