Chapter 12 #2
“Mean ass. Anyway, what you wanna do first?”
“Eat, duh.”
Yanna dragged Kas to at least five different food stands, grabbing everything from fried Oreos, sausages and onions, to boiled peanuts and churros.
In between their food gorging, they visited the mini petting Zoo and watched a bull riding competition.
Yanna insisted on walking through an exhibit about the Mattaponi Indian tribe, then forced Kas to accompany her in visiting one of the sideshow attractions.
After spending nearly two hours doing anything Yanna requested, Kas led her into an area set up as an arcade.
The main attraction was a mini golf setup he really wanted to try.
“I don’t know why you brought me in here knowing I haven’t played golf a day in my life,” Yanna complained.
“You never played golf?”
“Nope. Never even been to Putt-Putt, so you gone have to show me.”
“How the hell you from Richmond and never been to Putt-Putt?”
Putt-Putt was a mini golf facility and arcade located in Richmond’s southside. Many kids used to have their birthdays there or used it as a weekend hangout. Yanna never made it to any of the parties or got to hang out there with friends.
“I just haven’t.”
“Ight, come on. I’ll show you.”
Kas handed her a club then led her to the beginning of the course.
He stepped behind her, much closer than the lesson necessitated, and wrapped his arms around her body.
Lowering, he rested his chin on her shoulder as he placed his hands over hers.
“This hand need to be a little lower.” Guiding her, he slid her hand down the pole slowly.
“Like this?”
“Yea, just like that.” He placed a hand on her bare thigh, grip firm for no other reason but to hear the sigh that escaped her lips. The effect he had on her was not oblivious to Kas. “Move this leg back a little bit.”
“Now what?”
“Bring the club back.” He guided, and she obliged, moving her body with his. “Now swing.”
Yanna swung and got closer to the hole than either of them expected. “Ahhh, you should’ve kept that little lesson to yourself because I’m about to kick your ass. And don’t think I didn’t realize you used it to sneak and feel on me.”
“I done touched every centimeter of yo body, I didn’t need to sneak shit. Watch out, it’s my turn.”
Kas playfully pushed her out of the way, taking his spot at the front. He took a graceful swing, getting much closer to the hole.
“You know it’ll be rude if you don’t let me win, right?”
“And you know I don’t give a damn about being rude, so that logic don’t apply.” He smiled at her, allowing her back up for her turn.
For the next half hour, they played and flirted like new lovers on the perfect first date.
Once they were finished with their game, Yanna beating Kas, he suggested they play a few games and hit a couple more food stands.
When they finally felt as if they’d covered all corners of the fair, they retired to the Farris wheel for their finale.
Yanna peered over the edge of their cart, taking in the view of the county and areas beyond it.
“This is nice, Kas. Thanks for doing this.”
“I didn’t have shit else to do.”
“Boy, don’t act like you only brought me somewhere because you were bored,” Yanna fussed, tossing a piece of her funnel cake at him.
“Nah, for real. I get tired of arguing with you all the time. I just wanted to do something other than sitting in my house, yo house or Onyx and Troi’s shit.”
“Or Mumma Lay’s.”
“There too. But this the type of time I’m trying to be on with you every day. Showing you how much I want to be with you instead of just telling you, because clearly you don’t be listening to me.”
“I listen. It may not seem like it but…” Yanna’s words faltered as her thoughts trailed to her mother.
Such a beautiful, intelligent woman. Drinking herself to death and living in squalor because of a broken heart.
A broken heart that shouldn’t be taking decades to mend.
The thought of ending up like her mother terrified Yanna.
She knew she gave Kas a hard time, but it was her mechanism of defense.
Admitting it was harder than feeling it, but her feelings for Kas ran deep. “I be hearing you.”
“I know you do, Yanna boo,” Kas expressed, rubbing his hand up and down her arm. He didn’t need Yanna to elaborate because he understood her more than she knew. “Anyway, what you think Onyx gone have you doing at the label when you start in a few days?”
“Every damn thing. He’s already been sending me lists of tasks that need to be completed when I start. I never knew his ass could be so bossy.” Yanna replied.
“Oh, shit, I could’ve told you that. Onyx is all for nepotism, but for him, that shit don’t work without either talent or drive.
Being related to him will give you a foot in the door, but in order to sit at the table inside, you got to put in work.
Muh’fuckas always thought I had a nice house, nice cars, and money solely off the strength of him being my brother, but Nyx been putting me to work since I was fifteen. ”
“Well, he not about to work me like a slave just to prove a point. I’m sure it won’t be bad though. The kind of work I’m being hired to do is what I excel at. Plus, it’ll beat being in the club all the time for sure.”
“Yea, you know I never liked that shit.”
“Boy, please. Yo ass used to be in the clubs with me three nights a week. Sure seemed like you liked it.”
“Nah, that was just so I could keep my eye on you. Don’t think I don’t know you sly as fuck.”
As if it was a paid actor, her phone buzzed in her hand. She checked it, shoving it in her pocket as soon as she saw the call notification from Destin. She gazed at Kas to see if he’d noticed but couldn’t tell either way.
“We not even about to talk about who the sly one is in this relationship.”
“Who? Because it damn sure ain’t me. I don’t be doing shit.”
“Mhmm. Why you ain’t tell me that can’t catch a tune ass Zahra be all in your face?”
“Why I needed to tell you that? Did you tell me about every nigga that used to try to get with you at the club? I don’t pay that broad no fucking attention.”
“Yea, tell me anything.”
“When have you ever known me to lie to kick it?”
“I could probably name a time or two, but I’m not even gone do that since we’re getting along right now.”
“Always with the shit.” Kas laughed, gazing at Yanna, while taking a sip of the hot chocolate she’d forced him to try.
His eyes traveled from her blonde waves to the button nose he found to be so adorable.
The intricately painted fingernails he couldn’t understand why had cost him $180.
Her thick thighs crossed one over the other.
His manhood instantly hardened as his eyes rolled back up to her lips wrapping around her straw.
Fuck. Jaiyanna Munroe held his heart in a way he couldn’t even put into words.
He just wished she could release whatever damages she was holding on to and let their relationship flourish into the greatness he knew it had the potential to be.
“Your ass always staring.”
Kas chuckled, licking his lips, eyes blinking slowly. “I can’t look at you, Yanna?”
“Not like that. You making me feel shy.”
That made him guffaw. “Yo’ ass ain’t been shy a day in yo life!”
“You don’t know me for real. Alright, this Ferris wheel ride has been nice and all, but I’m ready to get off. The height is making me queasy.”
Kas informed the wheel operator to take them around one last time since he’d paid the man to let them be the only ones on the ride.
“Aye yo ass lied too, that won’t yo first time playing golf,” he accused as he pulled a rolled blunt and lighter from his pocket.
“Boy, don’t you light that shit out here. You ‘bout to have us both sitting in the lockup.”
“What? It’s legal.”
“See, that’s why niggas need to take time and actually read when new laws are passed. It’s not legal in public; this is not LA. Let’s get off this ride before somebody sees that shit in your hand. And for the record, I didn’t, that really was my first time playing. I just learn fast.”
“We gone see how fast you learn when we get home.”
“Ain’t shit you can teach me, sir. Anything you know, I been knew.”
“We’ll see. Come on, the driver should be in the lot.”
Once the ride cycled through, Kas and Yanna hopped off. They stopped for one last snack before making their way to the parking lot where their driver waited.