Chapter 1 #4
“No, but I equate it to doing some shit I don’t want to.”
I nodded at his half ass answer, ready to let the subject go. Apparently he wasn’t.
“I know what I wanna do though.” His voice lowered and that natural rasp seeped in.
I just looked at him, wondering if his mind was in as dark of a place as mine. A place it shouldn’t have been.
My eyes lowered and landed on him. His energy gave quaint home in the burbs, sprinkler system scheduled for every morning type. He seemed like the type that had to have everything in his life in order. “Oh yeah, and what’s that?”
“You. I wanna do you in the nastiest way, but you keep running from me. Shit, it’s a shock I got your little ass in this car right now. ”
I couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped my lips. “I assure you I’m not running from you. I’m running from me. I don’t like sticky situations.”
He laughed. “Ain’t shit sticky ’bout me. I’on want a relationship and neither do you. Come home with me tonight.”
I shook my head, not believing I was actually considering what he was saying. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Stop thinking about it.”
“So, what? Would you rather me just hop on your dick and be all in your face?”
“Nah. I like that you tryna make me chase you.”
“But I’m not trying to make you chase me. I’m just not looking for the problems men like you bring. I gotta choose me in the long run, even though your offer is enticing.”
“You say that, but you haven’t given me an address to take you to. Not only that, but I ain’t tryna bring you no problems. One night.”
“One night?” I asked, eyes trained on him for any sort of reaction other than that coy smirk on his face.
He nodded. “I mean, unless you gonna stop being mean to a nigga and let me be your friend.”
I sucked my teeth. “Boy, please. How many bitches are you friends with? As a matter of fact, how many have you given this same spiel to?”
“None. Well, except you.”
I twisted my lips up in disbelief. “Yeah right.”
“You see me, Cay? I’on gotta beg for pussy and I damn sure ain’t gotta go through the wringer you're sending me through.” He had consumed a good amount of alcohol, which had me questioning why I had even climbed my monkey ass in the car with him.
“Yet, you?—”
“You're different. An anomaly. You want me like I want you, bu?—”
“I have self-control and think about how awkward it would be if I gotta bust you across your shit for playing with me.”
He chuckled.
“And that’s why I can’t sleep with you and classify this as some one night thing.
I feel things too deeply and I’m not into handing my body off to men I don’t intend to be with.
I’m in the healing stage right now. Please take the next exit and go two blocks east. You can park in my garage overnight. ”
“What am I parking in your garage overnight for?”
“Because you’ve been drinking and I can’t in good faith let you drive home alone drunk.”
It took everything in me to turn him down, but I did.
That was a serious indication that therapy was working.
Had he caught me months earlier, I would’ve indeed slept with him and played the toxic game with him as well.
The thing was, after Adonis’s father, I just wasn’t up for having my newfound self-control tested… at least that’s what I told myself.
“I’on really get what you're saying because that sounds like some deeper meaning type shit and I've been drinking. But I could rock with that. I’m still your fucking friend though. The least you can do is gimme that.”
I laughed, deciding not to respond.
After I pointed out my townhouse, he pulled into the open garage. While he got out and went to his trunk, I unlocked my door for us to enter.
“I’m letting you know I ain’t sleeping on no couch.” His deep voice caught my attention as we walked in through the kitchen door connected to the garage.
“Oh? And what if that was all I had to offer?”
He laughed, coming out of his shoes and moving around my space to take it in.
Right now everything was in place and clean because my son was still with my mother.
He was supposed to be coming home this week, but she begged to keep him a little longer as the county fair was at the end of this week and she wanted to take him.
Reluctantly I agreed, which left me with a few days of no work or anything.
I had blocked this week off in my books because I wanted to spend time with my baby.
“That ain’t all you have to offer. I know it ain’t. ”
“Rennix. We talked about this in the car.”
“Nah. I just let you talk. I get it though. Now point me to the shower.”
I showed him where everything was before retreating to my own bathroom to shower and get ready for bed.
What I didn’t expect when I walked into my bedroom after my shower was for Rennix to be laid out and so familiar in my space.
He looked like it belonged to him, like this wasn’t his first time being here.
“Damn, you comfortable.”
“Figured you meant to tell me to make myself at home before you left the bathroom.”
I laughed, something I was noticing I did a lot in his presence.
He looked away from his phone, eyes on me. They traveled my frame, then slowly came back to my face. “I wasn’t cracking a joke, Caya.”
“I didn’t say you were.”
“Where is your son? With his pops?”
I laughed at that, because Syke tried everything in the book not to get my son.
As a matter of fact, I didn’t force Adonis on him.
My son hadn’t seen nor heard from his deadbeat ass in years.
“No, he’s with my mother. He spends three to four weeks in the summer with her.
” After I turned the light off, I climbed into bed on my side, prepared to lay as far away from him as possible.
I didn’t need any skin touching because I was liable to go back on my own word.
He nodded. “Why did you laugh like that when I asked if his father had him?”
“Because he’s a bitch and I was young. Five years ago, I was different than I am now. I was unaware of the species of man he was.”
He nodded. “The fuck you all the way over there for? I know what no means. I ain’t gonna try anything.”
“I’m not worried about you.”
He laughed. “You good, Cay. You said your peace. I respect it. Now get over here.”
I scooted over a little before his massive hand pulled me closer to him. We were facing one another, the moon seeping through my half open curtains, illuminating his handsome face.
“You got some soft looking ass lips,” he complimented.
“Rennix.” I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, looking for strength behind the lids.
“What, man? I was making an observation. It ain’t like I asked to kiss them.”
“But you’re seconds from asking to kiss me, right?”
He laughed. “The fuck I’ma ask for?”
I smiled so hard my cheeks hurt. This moment right here was challenging my willpower. This was why I had been actively avoiding him, because something about this man made my willpower obsolete.
Then, to make matters worse, seconds before a response exited my lips, his hand found my neck and he pulled my neck into his space before leaning in and licking my lips.
Then he kissed my lips sloppily, like the entire connection was premeditated.
When he finished assaulting my lips, he pulled back, pecked them, then let me go.
What the fuck was that?
“Yup, them motherfuckers are soft. Now go your ass to sleep.”