1. Gemini Black
Gemini Black
ONE MONTH LATER
“Iwish it was a way that I could take that dick off you, and leave it on my dresser, so that I can ride it whenever I start missing you. Gemini, I’m about to start crying because I’m going to miss you again,” Tyra said to me, as she lay at the foot of the bed, down on her side, looking at me like she was ready to fuck again.
I could see that shit in her eyes that she was ready to go another round, but I needed to get moving. I had shit to do today. I had to make my rounds throughout Miami, say what’s up to my loved ones because after tomorrow, I was back on the road, and I would be gone for a couple of months.
I was a truck driver. Not your average truck driver though. I owned my shit. The business was in my name. I didn’t have any employees under my belt. No partners to help me tote this shit around. No investors. None of that. It was just me.
“Here you go, about to start with the bullshit. Throw your robe on or something, so that you can walk me to the door,” I said to Tyra, as I reached over, grabbing my briefs, and wife beater that had fallen to the floor.
Like I paid rent around this motha fucka, I walked naked to the bathroom, and once inside, I flushed the condom down the toilet.
I went over to the toilet, so that I could piss, and I used the wipes that Tyra had in here, wiping my dick off with it.
Once it was nice and clean, I slipped into my briefs, and walked over to the sink, so that I could wash my hands.
While doing that, I glanced up, looking at myself in the mirror.
Even with my dark skin, you could point out the scratches that were on my neck, and chest, making it obvious that I had been in the bedroom, dropping off good, heavy dick, causing Tyra to be in there fighting for her life.
The wife beater that I brought in here with me, I quickly placed it on and walked out of the bathroom.
Tyra was out of the bed by this point, and she slipped into her robe like I told her to.
When I walked in, her back was facing me.
She was straightening up the comforter on her bed that we messed up, and because she was doing all that moving around, you could see the way her ass was jiggling in her robe.
Seeing that, I walked over to her, slapped her on her ass a couple of times, held onto a big chunk of it, kissed her on her neck, and then I let her go.
Tyra refrained from fixing the bed, so that she could turn around, and look up at me.
You could see it in her eyes that she was sad that I was getting ready to take off on the road again.
Seeing the sadness, it made me want to stand on business whenever I came into town, and she would text me, asking where I was, so that I could pull up on her.
I wasn’t a heartless ass nigga, and I didn’t like what came with fuckin her, knowing that there wasn’t going to be any kind of commitment on my end, and then I just take off, with no plans of seeing her for the next couple of months.
Tyra knew what it was with us though. The way I moved didn’t come as a surprise for her.
She knew that whenever I came into town, that I was only here for a good time, and not a long time.
“I gotta stop letting you fuck me, Gem. I don’t like what comes with it after you leave.
I think about you. I think about a life that we could have if you were to just give us a chance.
I know every time we finish fuckin, I say the same thing to you, but I really mean it this time.
My feelings for you are growing, and I’m going to mess around, and get my heart broke,” she said, looking up at me with her beautiful, slanted eyes.
I respected what she was saying though. She wasn’t saying anything to me that I hadn’t already said to her before in the past. When we started fuckin around about a year ago, I made it clear that with my lifestyle, and the way that I was constantly on the move, I wasn’t going to be the kind of guy to commit to her.
I’m barely home. For me, home is being on the road.
I couldn’t take on a relationship, knowing that I wasn’t going to be home all the time to really enjoy it.
Tyra had a life of her own as well. She was a nurse, working a lot of hours during the week, so even if we decided to explore the possibility of making our shit work, and having her come out on the road with me a few times, we wouldn’t be able to do that because she was committed to her career, just as much as I was committed to mine.
“If that’s what it gotta come to, then let it come to that, Tyra.
Whether you believe me or not, I got a lot of respect for you.
I like the way you carry yourself. I like your hustle.
I like the way you get up, go to work, and you’re able to take care of yourself.
Women like you deserve to be someone’s wife.
Not just pussy for me whenever I’m in town.
If our shit is going to be better off as friends, then let’s do that,” I responded, and even though I could tell it wasn’t what she wanted to hear, she nodded her head, accepting it.
“What are you getting ready to get into?” she wanted to know, changing the subject.
“I’m about to go pop up on my sister. She doesn’t know that I’m here yet.
I got in late last night, and I only went over to my mom’s crib, so that I could see her, and my stepdad.
I made them keep it a secret and not tell my sister that I was here yet.
I know she’s going to be happy to see me.
She’s always acting like I’m breaking her fuckin heart by being on that road for so long,” I shared with her, and hearing me talk about my sister caused her to smile.
My sister’s name is Gianna. She was 31 years old.
Four years younger than me. Even though she was a grown woman, that was my baby.
I loved that girl more than anything. That was my soft spot.
The one that could get anything out of me.
She liked the fact that I had my own hustle, making legit money, but she didn’t like what came with me being on the road for months at a time.
She wanted her big brother in the same city as her, so that she could pull up on me any time she wanted to, and we could hang out.
As happy as she was going to be to see me this afternoon, I knew that she would get her heart broken in that same breath, once she found out that I was only here for another day, and then I was going to be right back on the road.
“I love the way you love Gianna. It’s so cute. I know she’s going to be happy to see you,” she responded, and I nodded my head to that.
I found my jeans that were resting on the ottoman, and I quickly slipped into them.
I placed my white tee on top of my wife beater, and once my clothes were on, I grabbed my gun, wallet, and phone that were all resting on her dresser.
I placed the gun on my hip, stuffed my wallet, and phone in my pocket, and walked out of the room.
Tyra was behind me, following me out of the room.
We made it out front, where my sneakers were sitting by the front door, and I quickly stepped into them.
I could feel her eyes on me the entire time.
She stood there, with her arms crossed, watching my every move.
I could feel that this was going to be our last time seeing each other. She deserved better, and she knew it.
I reached my arms out, so that I could give her a final hug.
She came over, stepped into my embrace, placed her head on my chest, while wrapping her arms around my neck.
The voices in my head were telling me to keep my hands to myself, and not go anywhere near her ass, but I did it anyways.
I grabbed a nice chunk of her ass, while looking down at her.
We gave it about ten seconds to hold onto each other before we finally pulled away. She looked at me with gleam in her eyes before smiling.
“I’m serious, nigga. I’m not reaching out to you anymore.
I would rather us end what we have going on good terms, opposed to continuing to pursue something that I know will never be.
I want marriage, and I want children one day.
With you on the road, I understand that you aren’t willing to give me that right now.
Be safe, Gemini. Even though this is ending, just know that I still care about you,” she finished, and respecting what she said, I leaned over, so that I could kiss her on her forehead.
“I respect it. Take care beautiful,” I ended it like that.
I walked over to the front door, opening it, and I walked out.
Tyra stayed on the second floor, so I went over to the stairs, jogged down them, and before I knew it, I was standing in the parking lot.
I walked over to my Porsche Panamera that was backed into a parking spot.
The car was black. Black like I like my women.
It was clean, and polished. Because I wasn’t home often to drive it, when I opened the door, it still had that new car smell to it.
Once inside, I pressed the ignition button, and the car instantly came to life, making that deep beautiful growl that I loved. I was able to quickly pull out of the parking spot, and I turned the music up loudly in the car, making my way towards my sister’s house.
Tyra stayed in Miramar, while Gianna had a nice townhouse out in Pembroke Pines. With that, I was about fifteen minutes away from my sister. The way I drove fast, easing in and out of traffic, it didn’t take long at all to get to her.
My sister stayed in a gated community, so I had to go through security at the gatehouse. She had my name on her visitors list, so the security was able to let me inside without calling Gianna, ruining the surprise.
I made it to the back, where her townhouse was, and I smiled, seeing that her car was parked in the driveway. My sister pushed a Porsche just like I did, but hers was a Macan. I was the one to talk her into buying that car.