Chapter 2
R ennix
Did I wanna fuck Caya? Hell yeah, but I shocked myself when I stayed after her honesty.
Did that shit make my dick hard and make me want her more?
Hell fucking yeah! I couldn’t do it though, because nothing in me could guarantee anything she needed past the one night I wanted to pleasure her body.
I respected her though and that was something I wasn’t used to having for any woman.
The next morning, when I woke up, I grabbed her phone and put my number in it just before calling myself so I’d have her number.
Why I did that, I didn’t know, especially because I knew what she was on.
We weren’t on the same timing, yet I still truly wanted to be something to her.
For the last two days I had been trying to get this woman out of my mind, but it wasn’t working because here I was, sitting across from my sister thinking about her.
The sound of a glass hitting the table gripped my attention, forcing thoughts of Caya to the back of my head, bringing my thoughts to my sister.
“So, you think Indiri is also our brother?” Jade asked, reminding me we were at a wine tasting. I let her drag me out to this because she did that pouting shit and said none of her girls could go with her.
“I mean that’s what your old drunk ass daddy said. I’on feel like he had any reason to lie.” I shrugged.
She nodded. “That’s so wild.”
“Nah, it ain’t. People do fucked up shit all the time.
His drunk ass ain’t no different.” My brother always said I had no faith in people and he was right.
People, as in most of the rotting skin bags in this world, were unreliable and wastes of time.
If you had low expectations for people, then you never got let down.
She nodded, then reached for the next glass of wine in her tasting. “Grab your Pinot.”
I shook my head, then reached for the wine.
I watched her do some swooshing around shit with the cup before taking it to her lips.
Earlier, when I asked her why she was doing it, she gave me some long drawn out explanation that I tuned out by the second sentence.
Jade was longwinded and would talk your ears out of service if you let her.
That wasn’t a bad thing, but the fact that I spent the night at the club last night and didn’t get much sleep paired with this dry ass wine and her period-less sentences would have me somewhere knocked out in the corner.
I grabbed the wine glass and put it to my lips before turning it all the way up and taking it to the head. I was over this sipping shit. They only put a sip in the fucking glass anyway, what the fuck was I supposed to do? Sip the sip? Yeah, that wasn’t happening.
“Rennix,” She shrieked, looking around to see if anyone else had seen me.
“Man, what are you looking around for? Fuck these people.”
She shook her head. “I cannot believe you just did that.”
I laughed at her astonishment. “Did what? Drank the damn wine?”
“You’re a mess.”
I wound up spending most of my day with my sister before deciding to finally go home.
What pissed me off was that I knew I wouldn’t sleep as well as I had that night at Caya’s spot.
I didn’t know if it was her bed or the warmth of her body less than a few inches away.
Shit was weird because I ain’t never felt comfortable enough to sleep next to no woman. That just wasn’t me.
I was on my way to sleep after a long ass shower when I got the slight urge to hit shorty up, just like I did the day after I left her spot. The difference was, this time I hit her up and last time I fell through the club.
She answered the FaceTime on the first ring, looking like she had either just got home or she hadn’t left the crib. Her maroon-brownish colored hair was in a ponytail atop her head and she wasn’t wearing a lick of makeup. Shit was fucking beautiful.
“How did you get my number? And why are you calling me from the bed?”
“’Cause I ain’t been to sleep.”
“And why not?” she asked, staring at the screen.
“Because I wasn’t next to you.” I shot my shot like a motherfucker and the fact that she giggled let me know that shit landed. Leave it to her to try and play it off though.
“Tell me anything. You only slept next to me one time and we didn’t even do anything.”
I shrugged. Instead of telling her that she was the only woman whose bed and crib I had ever slept in, I let it go. “What the fuck you over there doing anyway?”
“About to smoke, watch a movie, and pass out.”
“Sounds about right. You know how to cook?” I asked, knowing I probably should have been going to sleep and getting off this phone, but I couldn’t.
“Yeah, but I don’t like to, and I'm a selective pescatarian.” She giggled after she said that shit.
“You what?” My face had to showcase my confusion.
“I only eat fish and shellfish most of the time. I don't mess with pork, chicken, and beef like that. I have to really have a taste for it.”
I nodded. “So, you're on a fake ass diet is what I’m hearing.”
She laughed, tone so angelic I swear I could get some good sleep under her. “Whatever, Rennix. Why are you still on the phone with me knowing you should be letting your body fall asleep?”
“Because I’m waiting for you to invite me over.” Yo, what the fuck type of corny shit was that?
“How do you know I want company right now?”
“Do you?”
“Yeah, but you're bringing your ass over here to sleep. Remember that.”
I laughed. “Aight man, I’ll be over there. You want something while I’m coming?”
“No. I used the mobile corner store and ordered everything I needed.” We hung up a little bit later because I needed to check in on the club before I headed her way.
As usual, the general manager, a woman by the name of Boe, let me know everything was good and that I didn’t need to come in tonight.
It was a Friday, and nine times out of ten packed, but I knew she had it.
I also knew my back couldn’t take another night of that lil ass couch Jade picked out.
I arrived at Caya’s house a little after nine, and just like she said she would, she had the garage door lifted for me to pull right in.
When I walked in the door, I heard the TV.
The further into her place I walked, the louder the TV became.
When I turned the corner, I was faced with the back of her head and a big ass seventy-five inch with what looked like Rush Hour playing .
I was able to infer that much from Chris Tucker asking Jackie Chan if he understood the words coming out of his mouth.
She giggled. “Took you long enough. Where do you live anyway?”
“Why? So you can call yourself showing up to my spot?”
“Nope. I’m not that crazy…well not anymore,” she rationalized.
“I like that crazy shit.” I walked around the couch and took a seat at the end she was on.
“Yeah, that’s what all men say until they send a bitch into a strait jacket and realize they want a meek bitch who they didn’t damage.” She turned and those deep brown irises rested on me. Her lids were low, indicating she had remained true to her word and smoked something.
“Nah. I’m for real. If a motherfucker doesn't nut up for you, how do you know it’s real?”
“Spoken from a man who doesn't want anything serious, right?” She dropped her head against the back of the couch and just looked at me.
She had the type of eyes that had me wanting to spill everything to her—packed up childhood trauma and adult irritations.
“Don’t mean I can’t like what I see, huh?” I leaned over and pushed a piece of stray hair from her face.
“Maybe.”
I had to look anywhere but in her eyes. “What did you get over there to eat?”
“A little bit of everything that will indeed have me running for a while longer in the morning.”
“You work out?”
“I try to, three times a week.”
I nodded, eyes traveling her seated frame back to her eyes. Then, as if my body realized how comfortable this couch was, my eyelids became heavy.
“You came over here to go to sleep, so please don’t stop yourself on my account. Good night, Rennix.” She extended some of her cover to me and I accepted.
I chortled. “Don’t be touching on me in my sleep either.”
She laughed. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“And don’t leave me in here. If you go into the bedroom, wake me up, man.”
“Go to sleep.”
I chuckled but closed my eyes and allowed rest to enter my being. I was aware of how tired I was, but not as much until I was already out. That rest hit like bad dope because I swear I heard the TV and probably Caya’s giggle before everything went dark. It hit like no rest I had ever gotten.
The constant vibrating of my phone and Caya nudging me made my eyes pop open. Everything was dark, except the distant rising sun outside her curtain protected window.
“Get your phone.” Her wide awake tone alerted me.
It was then that I realized my phone was ringing as well as vibrating. I dug on the side of me and saw it was my twin.
At the same time I answered, I watched her walk out of the living room into the kitchen. “Yeah,” I answered, wiping sleep from my eyes, trying to gather my bearings.
“Open the door, bitch.”
“I ain’t at home. Open that shit yourself.”
“No shit, like I ain’t got your location. I’m tryna figure out when you started having sleepovers.”
“Reminisce, I’m grown as fuck and damn sure don’t need you tracking me like I’m your fucking kid.”
He laughed. “Nah, yeen my kid, but you act like it. Are you about to open the door or what?”
I was about to respond, but this fool rang the doorbell. Not once but twice.
“Uhh, Rennix…” Caya started as she shuffled from the kitchen to the door in the far front area of her house. Before I could stop her or respond, she opened the door.
“Damn, you fine,” I heard Reminisce say before he hung up on me.
I couldn’t get on my feet fast enough, especially when I heard her laugh at something he said.
“I told you to open the door.” My brother looked from me to Caya with a big, dumb ass smirk on his face.