Chapter 17
King
Istood over Layloni watching her sleep in satisfaction. She was in my bed, in my home, and it felt like this is where she belonged.
When I saw her with Monty, Rellianah gave me several warning glares.
Then I saw her lips on his and her arms around his neck like she belonged to him.
That shit sent me way over edge. My heart was beating fast and hard; it felt like she punched me hard in the gut.
I pulled my gun out, causing the group I was surrounded by eyes to go wide.
Rellianah was the only one with a devilish look on her face as she flagged her guards down to put their guns away.
“Wrong move King, this is my house,” She gritted. “Put the gun away before you get yourself killed. Go get your woman and stop acting stupid,” was all Rellianah uttered.
I didn’t need her to tell me what it was I had already planned on doing.
For a month straight, I kept different women in rotation just to force Layloni out of my mental.
Still, all of those women hadn’t succeeded, I thought about her ass every day.
I thought about how her beautiful brown skin glistened when the sun hit it.
Her button nose, those chubby cheeks and that one dimple that sunk deep whenever she smiled softly.
I appreciated every single curve she had.
The smell of her hair, the way she carried herself with class.
Layloni didn’t have to be draped in designer to look good. She shined bright, even when she was having rough times. What pulled me more into her was after being treated fucked up by her mom and that lame ass nigga Glen. She overcame that shit and became a boss of her own.
She had my number but refused to call or bug me. I knew she liked me and wondered who I truly was, but she didn’t press me. She pulled conversation out of me without me even realizing it. She made a nigga feel good just by being in the same space as her.
I was so deep into analyzing my thoughts, I didn’t realize my mom was standing there with rollers in her hair and a coffee cup in her hand. Leave it up to her ass to be drinking coffee at one in the morning. I was happy to finally have my mom out here with me safe and secure.
She cooked almost every day and was super happy that she had found a kingdom hall close to my house.
Mom’s only been here for a couple of weeks and made friends.
She started a garden in the front yard; and in my backyard, she started growing vegetables.
I already planned on getting her a house of her own.
Right now, I enjoyed her fixing this house to her liking.
This was my favorite house. It was the first house I bought two years ago when I had first came to Cali.
I had two houses out here and one loft in Downtown LA.
This house was a four-bedroom, two bath upstairs and downstairs.
“She gots to be real special, for you to bring her here. I’m so happy baby.” My mom smile was graceful.
She placed her warm arms around me and kissed me on the forehead. I nodded my head, there was no point in me even trying to deny it because I discovered that Layloni was indeed special. My mom backed out of the room and shut the door behind her as I eased back in bed with Loni.
When I woke up, I panicked; Layloni wasn’t in the bed next to me. I looked around my room and saw no signs of her. Disappointment hit me. I didn’t expect her to just dip without saying shit. I fell asleep at two o’ clock in the morning. I checked my phone and it was currently 9:30 a.m.
I slid out the bed, stretched, then went in the bathroom to handle my hygiene.
When I made it to my kitchen, I overheard my mom laughing and saying something that I couldn’t make out.
I entered the kitchen, instantly relieved to see that mom’s was talking to Layloni.
I couldn’t take my eyes off how snug my boxers fit on her.
I loved the sight of Layloni standing barefoot in my kitchen helping my momma cook breakfast.
My mom cleared her throat as she stirred the eggs in a bowl, adding seasoning to it.
Layloni turned around and smiled at me. My chest tightened as I chucked my head in her direction, trying to play shit cool when I was elated as hell to see her.
I always reminded her to breathe; this time, I needed her to remind me.
She took my fucking breath away, and I didn’t give a fuck that I was standing here in front of her probably looking lame as hell, crushing hard on her.
“Good morning sleepy head.” Layloni cooed.
She winked, then turned back around flipping the pancakes.
It smelled like heaven in here. I didn’t know how to feel right now.
This was new for me; I never let a female meet my mom.
I made a mental note to remind Layloni of some newer terms and conditions.
Shit, there was no way out for her fine ass now.
Meeting mom’s took it up a whole nother notch for me.
The way they moved around the kitchen and laughed together was like they had known each other for years. My mom seemed to love her company, so did I.
“Ma, you want something from the mall? Me and Layloni going shopping and out to eat.”
This time, Layloni took the pancakes off the stove and turned around and looked at me with pure shock. I didn’t know no other way than to show her with actions on how much I liked her and wanted her around me.
“King, thanks for the gesture. I still need to go home, get clothes, then stop by the shop and check on things.” She pursed her lips, her eyebrows bunched together.
“I know. I’m going to take you.” I assured her.
I didn’t know why I couldn’t just tell her I wanted to spend the day with her.
Shit, if it was left up to me, I would spend the rest of the week with her.
After the sleep I got and the peace of mind I captured with her next to me.
I wanted to keep her glued to my fucking hip.
Layloni had become an independent woman.
I respected her for that, so I had no plans on pressing her or trying to change her daily routine of what she was used to.
I wanted to take my time exploring these newfound feelings. I also wanted to figure out why I was so crazy over her. Even when I wasn’t around or talking to her, I could still feel that magnetic pull between us.
Clearing all my thoughts, I backed out the kitchen to shower and enjoy this full day with Layloni. Today would show me if she was really made for me or not.
Layloni and I sat on my living room floor cracking crab legs and having a good conversation. She really had me on some mushy shit, but I liked it. Earlier today, it felt like I was on a tour of her day-to-day life. I had to tip my hat to her after being with her at her salon.
She had a good team of women working for her.
They kept shit professional, and her shop ran smooth the entire day.
Seeing Layloni in her element turned me the fuck on.
I spared no expense when I took her shopping.
We only had one disagreement today when she tried insulting me by pulling out her debit card to pay for her shit.
I really couldn’t fault her for the gesture when she dated a lame ass nigga before me.
Layloni wasn’t even used to a man buying her shit or catering to her.
She thanked me over and over until I made her stop thanking me.
This was some shit I was supposed to do, I didn’t expect a thank you.
Layloni went in boutique stores and tried to bargain shop.
I let her do her thing and when she was done pussy footing around, I took her to show her how the fuck it was done.
I made her pretty thick ass model for me, I picked out lingerie that I wanted to see her in then we went to pick up some food to take back to my crib.
I watched her crack her crab legs like she was a professional.
No scissors or special utensils, just her teeth and her hands.
Sauce dripped down her pretty manicured hands; I loved a woman that wasn’t afraid to throw down in front of me.
She sat comfortable with her sports bra and leggings with some girly fuzzy socks on.
When she was done eating, she got up and took both of our seafood bags and disposed of them.
When she came back into the living room area, she picked up the towels that we placed under ourselves to eat with. After she cleaned our areas thoroughly, we retreated to my master suite. I ran her a bubble bath and told her to soak while I prepared to give her a hot oil massage in my room.
I knew I was doing boyfriend-type shit, and truthfully, that confused the hell out of me. I couldn’t help it when it came to Layloni though. Something about her made me move different without even thinking about it.
Part of me wanted her to know I liked her. Not just a little either… I liked her a lot.
But liking her and being ready to be her man were two different things.
My trust in people had been low for a long time. There were things I dealt with every day that I still hadn’t figured out how to get past. Battles in my head that never really went away. Because of that, I didn’t know if I had it in me to be the kind of man I knew Layloni deserved.
All I knew for sure was that the thought of seeing Layloni with another nigga didn’t sit right with me at all.
That shit twisted something in my chest.
It didn’t make sense either. I knew I was contradicting myself. Wanting her close but not fully stepping up. Truth was, I didn’t know shit about pleasing a woman emotionally. That wasn’t something I never learned.
Hell… I never really had a real girlfriend before.
But Layloni?
She was different.
I still remembered the first day I saw her at that diner like it had just happened yesterday. Something about her that day caught my attention immediately. When I looked into her eyes I felt a connection that was hard to turn away from.