For the Strength of You (19 page)

“You damn right I do. Fuck love.”

“Wow. That's harsh.”

“That's life. Like I said, fuck love, 'cause love ain't never gave a damn about me.”

Not able to argue with that, Bigg finished the rest of his meal in silence. Once they finished eating, he paid the check. Unique was already at the car.

The rest of the trip was cool. After the incident at Denny's, Unique kind of withdrew and put her guard up once again. Bigg could understand the way she felt, so he didn't pry.

Finally, after a ten-hour drive, they reached Louisiana. Unique couldn't wait to see what the Dirty Dirty had to offer. Cezar had booked them separate suites at the historic French Market Inn. The place was absolutely breathtaking. Unique couldn't have been happier. After they checked the car in with the valet service, she and Bigg headed in.

“Hi, my name is Edward Whitaker. I'm here to check in,” Bigg lied, using one of his aliases.

“Okay, let me look that up, sir,” the desk clerk chimed. “I'm sorry, sir. Your check-in time was for three o'clock. As you can see it's five thirty. One of your rooms has already been taken, but the other room is still available.”

“So, what you're saying is that I'm going to have to sleep in the same room with him?” Unique asked, appalled.

“Yes, ma'am, that's the way it looks.”

“Oh, hell naw! I can't believe this shit.”

“Don't mind her. We'll take it.”

This turn of events had thrown Unique for a loop. She didn't know how she was going to survive three days with Bigg, let alone share a bed.

Standing in the elevator on their ride up, she turned to him and said, “While we're in this room together, there will be no funny business. We will not be having sex, so don't even try it.”

“Who said anything about having sex?”

“I know how y'all niggas think.”

“There you go with that shit again. Evidently me fuckin' you is on your mind. Don't beat around the bush, ma. All you gotta do is ask.” Walking up on her, he continued, “You want me to fuck you, Unique?” Her back was up against the elevator wall, pinned by his body, as they exchanged breaths.

“Boy, please. You better get away from me.” Unique gazed into his eyes, barely able to breathe.

“That's what I thought.” He grinned, backing up. “Trust me, fuckin' you ain't even on my mind. Besides, you wouldn't know what to do with this dick anyway. I'm too much of a man for you to handle. Continue to fuck with these li'l locs, ma, 'cause a nigga like me would tear your shit up and have you begging for more.”

“Negro, please. You and that jailhouse dick of yours can kiss my ass,” Unique spat as they got off the elevator and walked toward their room.

“You know what? You and that mouth of yours gon' get you fucked up.”

“Just open the door.”

“That's real talk. I'm gon' end up fuckin' you up before the weekend is over.” He inserted the key into the door.

“Whatever.” Unique rolled her eyes as she entered their lavish suite.

The room was quite elegant. The style was very dark and sensual. One king-size bed sat in the middle of the floor, while a desk and armoire adorned the wall. Walking farther into the suite, they saw a couch, mini bar, full bath, and Jacuzzi. Plopping down onto the bed, Unique kicked off her shoes and turned on the television. She was so into the Style Channel that she didn't even notice Bigg undressing. Then out of nowhere she caught a glimpse of chocolate flesh.

Quickly turning her head toward him, Unique saw that Bigg had stripped down to his boxers. Holding her breath, she tried not to let the words escape that filled her mind:
Prison did a body good
. Even though Bigg was tall, his body was ripped with muscles. His arms and legs were full, and his abs held a perfect six-pack.

She ran her eyes over his upper torso and noticed several different tattoos. Across his stomach he had the name
Dontay
written in an arch. His left arm had
Bigg Entertainment
written with money and smoke formed around it. On his right forearm was a scripture, and on his hands he had
Bigg
tattooed on one, and the other,
Upps
. As he turned around, she also noticed that he had a huge gash going across his left shoulder blade. It looked like someone had beaten him with a belt or cane. What really caught her eye was a tattoo of a man blowing his brains out.

Ignoring Unique's blatant stares, Bigg continued to undress. He stepped out of his boxers and walked past her like she wasn't even in the room. Unique eyed him hungrily and bit into her lower lip. There was no denying it—she wanted Bigg in the worst way. His thick, ten and a half–inch dick called her name as he bopped toward the bathroom door.

“What are you doing?” she finally asked with a dry mouth.

“What does it look like I'm doing? I'm about to take a shower.”

“You couldn't have taken off your clothes in the bathroom?”

“No, why? Is my dick bothering you or something?” He grinned devilishly.

“Boy, please.” Unique waved him off, rolling her eyes.

“Admit it, Unique. You want me.”

“Bigg, get over yourself. The only person who wants you is a nigga named Stud on cell block eight.”

“I see you got jokes,” he said, stepping closer. Standing directly in front of her, Bigg rubbed his manhood. Unique looked into his eyes and tried her best not to notice his erection, but it was very hard not to, being that his dick was damn near smacking her in the face.

“Touch it. I know you want to,” he whispered.

Unable to resist a big dick, she softly slid her hand from the tip to the shaft. Unique had never seen a dick so big in her life. Bigg was truly living up to his name. Not only did he have length and width, but the muthafucka was heavy as well. The man had a dick the size of an anaconda.

Gazing into each other's eyes, they continued to slide their hands up and down his mammoth penis.

“I knew you wanted a nigga.” He laughed, taking his dick from her hand.

Feeling stupid, Unique snapped back to reality and said, “Whatever, nigga. I was trying not to hurt your feelings.”

“Quit frontin'. You know you want to drop them drawers.”

“Boy, please. You better get yo' ass away from me.”

“You can join me in the shower if you want,” he suggested, standing in the doorway of the bathroom, giving Unique a perfect view of his muscular ass.

“I'll pass,” Unique said, focusing her attention back to the TV.

“Yeah, a'ight. Whatever, ma. Keep lying to yourself.”

“Bigg, shut the fuck up and concentrate on not dropping the soap.” ♥♥