11. Sol
Sol
S oon as I parked my car in the front of Casper’s house, his maid was already waiting at the front steps like she had been watching me on camera.
Esmeralda was beautiful and quiet, she been with Casper for over a decade.
She minded the business that paid her and made everyone feel at home from the time you walked into his house.
Her hair was wild and curly today; most of the time it slicked back into a low ponytail.
Esmeralda had to be in her late forties or early fifties. Truth is, she didn’t look a day over thirty. She smiled at me as I walked up.
“Mr. Casper is expecting you,” she said softly in her thick native tongue.
I stepped past her on the marble floors and inhaled the air that smelled like Cuban cigars mixed with weed and cinnamon candles. I followed her down the long hallway until we reached double doors that opened out to a patio. It didn’t take long for me to spot him in his laid-back zone.
Casper’s salt and pepper hair was slicked back as he leaned his head back in the built in jacuzzi.
Steam curled around him as he blew smoke into the night air.
On the other side of him was two naked dark chocolate women.
One laid eyes on me then leaned over to lick his chest as the other started massaging his shoulders.
Casper looked up at me over the rim of his dark shades and smiled wide. He took his cigar out of his mouth and lifted it toward me.
“My boy!” His deep voice boomed.
He stared at me with pride and joy as he motioned for me to come closer.
“I see you living good, old man.” I chuckled.
“Always…today’s just a special day. Yeremy is finally making me proud of her.” He took a long pull from his cigar.
“Is that right?”
“Yeah, a square ass nigga knocked on the door an hour ago. Introduced himself as Dr. Larae.”
I raised a brow and slid my hands into my pockets. She was already trying to throw the pussy on another nigga after I dicked her down real proper like.
“A doctor.” He chuckled through the thick cloud of smoke he blew out.
“He a pretty boy mixed kind of nigga with green eyes. He makes an honest living so that’s all that matters. Nigga looked me in the eyes and told me about his interest in her. Yeremy was happy too, she kept blushing when she came down the steps.”
“So you throwing a jacuzzi party because she went out on a date with a doctor? That don’t mean he’s a good nigga, Casper.” I shook my head in disbelief at his logic.
“He’s a good nigga…better than us. What’s the worse he can do?” Casper closed his eyes, enjoying the massage one of the women gave him.
“It’s all kinds of shit that his square ass can do. She’s the daughter of the infamous Casper. He can’t protect her or none of the shit niggas like us can do.”
“Yeah, that is true… very true, Sol. But he damn sure wouldn’t try to kidnap her for ransom money like that bum Ramsey.” Casper opened his eyes and looked me in the eyes.
“That square nigga don’t know shit about me and my lifestyle. His resume will be on my desk before me and these hoes board the private jet in the morning. Since you so worried about Yeremy…that brings me to the reason why I called you over in the first place.” He smirked.
I sighed and took a seat that was close to the pool.
“You can keep an eye on her while I’m gone.”
“You going where again?” I snapped out of my own thoughts of Yeremy out to eat with another nigga. It shouldn’t have bothered me at all but for some reason it did.
“Ghana, I might even hit Nigeria.” He smiled.
“Yeremy is grown, Casper. I got a lot of shit going on.”
“So add her to the list of things that you got going on. You helped her at the club. I want to make sure she’s good. I’m not saying make the shit obvious. Just check in on her for me,” he said.
“Yeah, I’ll keep an eye on her,” I agreed.
“Alright good. You can hop in and celebrate with me if you want. I don’t share Deliyah, but you can have your go with Ravian.” He chuckled.
“I ain’t getting in no water with your old nuts floating around, old man.” I chuckled.
“Suit yourself and excuse yourself. It’s time for me to do my shit.” Casper lifted his hand and smacked one of the chicks on the ass.
I shook my head and stood to leave. The image of Yeremy somewhere laughing over wine and appetizers with some tall-ass, green-eyed doctor didn’t sit too well with me the more I thought about it.
I pictured her thick ass dressed up and smelling good with her brown skin glowing.
Her innocent ass smile was probably wide, making that lame ass nigga lust for her and shit.
She wasn’t mine, and never would be that so I swallowed the thought like a bullet.
It was something about her being with a nigga with clean fingernails, no blood underneath them.
No survival street instincts attached to that doctor to make sure she was good in case shit got crazy.
Casper overlooked who the fuck he was just how my father did at times.
It was niggas out here that still would risk going to war with that nigga behind their innocent loved ones that was no longer breathing, just off the principle alone.
Yeremy could be a target at any moment. I also understood that she was a good girl.
He raised her that way, and only wanted to see her happy.
My biggest mistake was fucking Yeremy. She was like the forbidden fruit that Eve brought to Adam to taste.
Although I couldn’t quite understand this strong attraction to her, I suddenly wanted her.
Yeremy wasn’t even the type of woman that I fucked with.
Maybe I needed to hit a couple more times and cut her ass off to get it all out of my system.
The unhinged side of me was about to fuck with her in the worse type of way. Something told me she only took that date to rid herself of thoughts of me.