7. Yeremy
Yeremy
“ B aby girl, wake up.”
I was already woken, but still wished that I was sleep or in the bed with Sol.
I wished like hell that I could have stayed the entire day with him.
I wanted a conversation, to get to know him more and converse.
My body was sore, my stomach growled viciously.
I didn’t even know what time it was, but hearing Casper’s voice snapped me into reality.
“Yeremy, wake up.” Casper’s voice got louder.
“I’m up.” I stifled a yawn and wiped the crust from the corners of my eyes.
“Good, we need to talk,” he stated flatly.
“About what?” I opened my eyes all the way and sat up.
I was thankful that I showered and put on my pajamas when I did make it home.
I left Sol’s house at four in the morning.
Even after we went multiple rounds, I allowed myself to close my eyes but not fall asleep.
I was determined to excuse myself rather than him wake up, act funny after he fed me just to kick me out.
I left before he asked me to leave. I wanted more but refused to beg or whine about spilled milk.
Especially after he made things clear on what it was in the beginning of our encounter at the club.
I liked Sol, a little too much now, but I respected his wishes.
I’d swallow glass before I chase after a man that I wasn’t supposed to have in the first place.
My body still hummed for him, but I knew the type of nigga he was. I didn’t need a repeat of what happened between me and Ramsey. On top of that, him and Casper was close.
“Where was you last night?” Casper asked.
I felt my bed dip. The last thing I wanted was to be questioned by my dad this morning.
This was the downside of living with Casper.
He gave me space when he wanted to. Most of the time I didn’t know if he was home or out doing Lord knows what.
Casper really lived up to his street name; you never saw him coming or going, he was like a ghost. However, when he wanted to pry and ask questions, chances was he already knew the answers.
“I went out to the club with Bianca and Shardae,” I said, not wanting to give more information than I had to.
“You and Sol was in the club as well, right?” Casper tilted his head as he blew smoke through his nostrils.
“Yeah, Dad. Why you ask that?” I played it cool.
“I’m just wondering what my daughter is doing with a nigga like Sol inside of a night club.” He chuckled dryly.
“Me and my friends went to the club, Casper. Sol and his men showed up there. So, whoever you have watching me should have told you that. Or maybe you can bring up the footage and see for yourself. I’m not trying to date Sol! I?—”
“Lower your tone.” He cut me off.
I sighed and fixed my posture as I looked Casper in the eyes. When we was around other people, his eyes were always unreadable. Whenever we was alone, worry was always etched in his orbs.
“Sol is just as overbearing as you. He saw me dancing and enjoying myself and came into my section to tell me that I was doing too much to be the daughter of Casper. He also said that I was too drunk, so he made me and my friends go eat and sober up. That’s why I got home late. ” I took in a deep breath.
“That’s my nigga.” Casper smirked then continued.
“You shouldn’t be out like some hood rat, getting drunk and partying. You’re a nurse with a bright career, all those niggas in the club ain’t worth breathing the same air as you, baby girl. I’m surprised Shardae’s man even allowed her to go.” He shrugged his broad shoulders.
“I think I’ve found a nice small condo that’s twenty minutes away.” I changed the subject by lying.
I was relieved that he bought what I told him.
“You not moving out of here until you find a respectable man that asks for your hand in marriage. I was only asking you questions to be sure?—”
“Be sure that I didn’t fuck Sol! You really think low of me.”
“Well…you are a child of Benita.” He laughed.
“What if I did fuck Sol!” I asked, pissed off now.
“I’d kill him dead, then pay for his services.
I love him like a son, but if he crossed me by fucking you…
punishment is death. Now, that I know that’s not the case, I feel better.
I’m not treating you like a kid either, Yeremy.
I want you to live a good life, be happy and be the queen that I know you can be.
Men like me and Sol can’t offer you much of anything.
I know it feels good to a lot of young women to be with niggas that’s in the streets, but it also comes with a lot of pain and mourning from the lack of time we offer.
Look at Raft…He’s gone, he didn’t listen and operate smart how me and your uncle did things.
Sure, we still benefit from the streets money wise, but we no longer get our hands dirty.
It doesn’t mean we don’t have enemies and niggas out here that still envy us.
Muthafucka’s know who you are because of me, sad to say.
That ain’t no shit to brag about, and I ain’t proud of it.
I don’t want you like Benita, in her late fifties still looking good but chasing the same shit.
Hood dick…and got the nerves to still look good while doing it. ” His dark eyes softened a little.
“I know, Dad. I’m going to make you proud.
I’m on vacation and just want to have fun with my friends, that’s all.
I don’t mind staying here either, I love being here.
I just don’t like when you question me like I’m a kid.
You act like I don’t make good decisions.
Ramsey… I loved him and he didn’t treat me bad at all.
I’m over that situation, although it still hurts.
All I have is you, mom, and my two friends. ” I softened a little.
Casper was overbearing and he went overboard at times.
I loved my father with everything in me and understood that he loved me the same.
He was paranoid and always wanted to protect me.
Benita loved me, too, but it wasn’t the same as Casper.
Casper took his time to drop gems, and he taught me not to be some na?ve spoiled chick.
“I understand that, but that hoe Bianca is not your real friend. I’m letting you find that out on your own since the answer is right in your face. Enjoy your vacation, try to relax. I got you an appointment at an all-day spa for tomorrow.” He smiled warmly after insulting my friend.
Casper knew all about Bianca; hell, he knew all about Shardae. Anybody that I came into contact with he did his own research on. Casper didn’t like Bianca because to him, she was nothing but a hoe. He like Shardae because he knew that she went to college like me and carried herself well.
“Thank you, Dad.” I smiled.
“You’re welcome and stop calling me Casper.”
“I call you that when you make me mad.” I smirked.
“Oh, I know, little girl. It’s time for you to clean yourself up. I can smell the liquor reeking from your pores. I had Esmeralda cook you dinner, I’ll have her bring it up by the time you’ve freshened up.”
“Dinner? What time is it?” I looked around my room.
“Nearing seven o clock. You can’t hang…” His words trailed as he stood.
“Out shaking ass and sleeping all day. You really worry an OG.” He chuckled.
“I can’t hang? Nah, you can’t hang! Esmeralda told me the other day that you was tucked in bed at eight o clock.” I giggled.
“That’s my business, and I’ll talk to Esmeralda about telling you what I’m doing. I don’t have much to do these days beside counting the money that’s owed to me every week. I plan on going on a vacation, two of my young hoes want to see the mother land.” He stood and winked his eye.
“I heard Viagra speeds the heart up. Be careful trying to keep up with young hoes,” I warned him, holding in my laugh.
“I don’t need Viagra, and these young hoes just can’t keep up with me.”
I fell out laughing just from the way he elegantly tied his silk robe and walked out of my room like he knew he was the man.