Chapter 29 Toni Roc #2
When we got to my car, New stepped in close enough for me to feel the warmth off his body. His cologne wrapped around me and I had to look away just to think straight.
“So can I get your number?” he asked softly.
I hesitated a long ass hesitation. My heart was poundin’ and I kept hearin’ my therapist’s voice talkin’ about movin’ slow and not makin’ choices in the middle of confusion.
But I also heard myself sayin’, “fuck it, why not?”
I gave him the number and watched him put it in his phone.
Then I heard that familiar deep voice.
“Nigga, you might as well delete that.”
My whole body froze.
I turned around slow, and when my eyes landed on Kay’Lo standin’ a few feet away, my stomach dropped so fast I damn near choked on my own spit.
He had on all black with his chains, bracelets and rings on. And I couldn’t help but notice how fresh his fade was. His eyes was locked on me like he had been waitin’ on me all night, and his walk… I already knew that walk. That was the walk he used when shit was about to go left.
New muttered, “Who the fuck is that?”
Kay’Lo stepped forward calm, and said, “I’m her husband, nigga.”
New’s eyes widened and he looked at me like I had betrayed the whole male population.
Before I could even get a full sentence out, Kay’Lo walked up to me and grabbed my left hand, showin’ off the big ass diamond ring I had on my finger. “She a married woman. So go on and delete that number.”
“Kay’Lo…” I said, snatchin’ my hand back while I felt anger and embarrassment.
He ignored the hell out of me and kept movin’ toward New.
New lifted his chin like he had pride to protect. “Don’t seem like she care about that if she gave it to me.”
Kay’Lo lifted his shirt just enough to show the gun in his waistband and said in a low voice, “But I do, nigga.”
I felt the blood drain from my face.
“Just, delete it,” I begged, feelin’ sick ‘cause I already knew how far Kay’Lo would take this. “Please just delete it.”
New looked between us, realized the situation wasn’t worth dyin’ for, and erased the number. He walked off with his pride bruised but his life intact.
Kay’Lo watched him leave and said, “Have a good night, my boy.”
Then he looked at me.
I rolled my eyes hard enough to fall backwards. “Why the fuck is you followin’ me?”
Sha’Nelle stared at both of us like we needed medication and climbed in the passenger seat. I shook my head and got in the car too. I ain’t say another word ‘cause my whole body was hummin’ with a mix of anger and some other shit I ain’t even wanna admit.
By the time I pulled out the damn parkin’ lot, he pulled out. When I got on the road, he was right behind me. When I turned toward the mansion, he turned too. When I parked in the driveway, he parked right next to me.
Sha’Nelle hopped out and walked inside without a single word. She knew better than to get in the middle of this.
I slammed the car door, marched toward the front steps, and Kay’Lo followed close enough for me to feel his heat behind me. When I got to the door, I stopped and turned around, and his tall fine ass damn near ran into me.
He smelled stupid good. His cologne was warm and masculine and expensive, and his presence felt like a damn magnet pullin’ me in even though I was tryna push him out.
“You gon’ have to chill on the bullshit,” I said, keepin’ my voice even.
He stepped in, lettin’ his breath touch my neck like he was doin’ it on purpose. “We agreed we wasn’t fuckin’ with nobody while we separated.”
I rolled my eyes so hard they almost fell out my head. “You really got some nerve sayin’ that.”
“I’m done with her,” he replied.
I glanced up at him, soft but guarded. “But the bitch been callin’ you?”
“Baby, I don’t talk to her at all. Not on no level. That shit dead.”
He tilted his head a lil’, his eyes droppin’ to my lips then back to my eyes. “If I gave a fuck about her, you think I’ll be out here chasin’ niggas away from you and drivin’ behind you all around this island?”
My mouth went dry ‘cause he said it like it was obvious.
We got quiet for a moment, both of us breathin’ heavy energy.
“How’s therapy?” he asked, his voice soft now.
“It’s goin’ good,” I said. “I got another session in a few days.”
“That’s good,” he replied. “I’m glad the money I give you payin’ off.”
“Whatever, ‘Lo,” I muttered while pushin’ my hair off my shoulders.
He reached out slow and brushed a strand that fell back down, slidin’ it gently behind my ear. “Can I come in?”
I opened my mouth to answer but he leaned in even closer with his eyes lockin’ on mine.
“Can I take you upstairs and make love to you in our bed?”
His voice hit me right in my damn spine. My thighs heated up before I could stop them. My heart started playin’ double dutch inside my chest.
“Kay’Lo…” I whispered.
He placed his hand on my waist and slid his thumb across my hip like he knew exactly what he was doin’.
“Can I eat your pussy tonight?”
I damn near melted. I pressed my palm into his chest to stop him but he grabbed my hand and kissed it slow and deep, lettin’ his lips drag across my knuckles.
“Not tonight,” I said, my voice soft as hell ‘cause I was already wet and mad about it.
He kissed my cheek, let out a sigh that felt like it brushed my whole ear and said, “A’ight then.”
Then he backed up a few steps, his eyes still on me like he was undressin’ me with his stare.
“If you need me, hit me up.”
I nodded and watched my husband walk away, his shoulders broad, walk heavy, scent lingerin’ behind him like temptation, and even though I tried to play it cool, my whole body was yearnin’ with need.
One thing I did know for sure was that when I got upstairs, I was takin’ a warm bath and keepin’ that water runnin’.
Because Kay’Lo Mensah had my ass hot again.