Chapter 4 #2
She had never been thirsty enough to make it known to people who she entertained in the bedroom.
Blak wasn’t her man, and she didn’t go out of her way to make it known that she was on any man’s roster.
Sexing a fine, rich nigga did nothing to boost her self-esteem.
Averi couldn’t care less what the average chick in the streets thought about her.
The cousin knew about her and Blak however, because one day, Averi, her best friend, Vesha, and Vesha’s cousin, Lisara were on the strip.
It was jumping out that day. A local all girls’ car club, The Hellcat Barbies were out, and the niggas were gathered in abundance.
One of Averi’s classmates had come over and spoken to her, and the moment he walked off, Blak was in her face questioning her.
At that point, they’d been messing around for five months, and it was the only time he’d ever acted possessive.
Averi was stunned and aroused as he stood there with a frown asking her why that nigga was all in her face.
He was so far in her face, they were damn near kissing, and Lisara’s nosey ass was definitely looking.
By the time he walked off, it was no longer a secret that she had some kind of dealings with him.
Averi refused to talk about it or give details because she knew Lisara would have her business all over Diamond Cove.
She was such a groupie that she talked about Averi fucking Blak for a good ten minutes.
Averi knew without a shadow of a doubt that if Lisara had a chance with Blak, she’d fold like a lawn chair.
She was so male-centered it was sickening.
Even Vesha constantly told her she needed to get something on her mind besides men.
“How did you let Naomi snatch his fine ass? The fact that they’re getting married has me gagged.”
Averi chuckled. If she was bitter or cared what Lisara thought, she’d reveal the fact that the marriage wasn’t real, but she refused to do that.
“Naomi didn’t snatch anything from me, Baby Girl.
Blak is the average man. We had our fun, but we weren’t serious enough for me to ask or care about what he was doing. ”
“Period.” Vesha co-signed. “Naomi can have those problems because I doubt he’ll be faithful. You see how he kept staring at you?”
“Not really,” she replied honestly. “I wasn’t paying attention to Blak.”
For a split second, she felt a surge of jealousy when Naomi tried to grip Blak’s chin, but the way he snatched away reminded her that he didn’t care about her.
Even so, that was just a reminder that he’d never be able to love her out loud even if she wanted him to, and that was a hard no for her.
Blak was cool, and she’d miss him for sure.
But playing herself for a man wasn’t in her DNA.
God didn’t stop making men when he made Blak.
And even if she didn’t find another man life would go on.
“Girl, Rashad done got fine as hell,” Vesha who was driving glanced over at her friend. They had gone to school with Rashad and while he’d never been ugly, he’d never been anyone that the girls fawned over.
However, he’d put on about fifteen pounds of muscle, sprouted a thick beard, and his copper-colored skin was flawless. He was giving real grown man vibes and looking at Averi like he wanted to eat her alive.
“He really did,” she marveled. “And he doesn’t have any kids.
I didn’t even know he’d moved to Maryland, but he said he just moved back.
I’ll see what he’s talking about, but I don’t have high hopes.
” She had given him her number just because she was single and open to dating, but her generation didn’t give happily ever after vibes.
Everyone wanted to be around for a good time and not a long time.
“And once again, Blak was looking at you like he wanted to take your head off. I don’t care if he is getting married. You got that man’s head gone,” Vesha stated.
“I’d still be riding that dick. Fuck a wife,” Lisara added her two cents making Averi frown.
She hated women with that kind of mindset.
But Lisara was only twenty-two. Hopefully, she’d grow up one day.
Letting a man play in her face because he was fine, had money, or had street cred was the most absurd shit she’d ever heard, but women did it every day.
The group stopped by a popular twenty-four hour restaurant on the beach’s strip and got something to eat.
The spot was always live after the club and once again, fine men were trying to get at Averi and Vesha.
Lisara was a very pretty woman, but she attracted a certain type of man.
It was something about her vibe that screamed, ‘yes I look good, and I’m dressed well, but I’m really broke and only mess with men that will trick on me heavy. ’
At times, she got discouraged when Vesha and Averi got all the attention.
Especially because Lisara and her friends felt that any woman over the age of twenty-five was an old bitch.
Being outshone by women in their thirties or close to it was embarrassing.
Even the young dope boys loved Averi and Vesha.
Men that Lisara would kill to sleep with, her cousin and her friend turned them down with smiles on their faces.
Maybe it was because they had their own money or were just older and mature, but Lisara didn’t get it.
Her one goal in life was to have a roster of rich niggas and to live the soft life of a bad bitch on the next man’s dime.
Averi’s phone chimed with a text message from an unknown number.
984-555-1246: Let me know when you make in. Rashad.
After reading his text, she responded. Had he said the wrong thing, he would have gotten blocked.
Men that she met in a club that tried to link with her right after gave Averi the ick.
She didn’t knock anyone that did it, but having sex with a man she only conversed with for an hour or so and hadn’t even known for more than two hours wasn’t even an option for her.
Maybe she’d give Rashad a chance. When she found herself lowkey disappointed that it wasn’t Blak that texted, Averi was glad that she’d seen him with Naomi.
Seeing him choose another woman over her would be the quickest way for her to get over him because in her eyes, she would always be top two, and she wasn’t number two for anybody.
Incessant chiming of her doorbell made Averi frown as she used her water flosser. Agitation coupled with curiosity had her removing the water pick from her mouth without turning it off first, and she cursed as water splashed her face and the wall.
With a full-blown attitude, Averi stalked to the door.
Her phone was in the bedroom, so she hadn’t checked the cameras.
Averi didn’t really care who was at the door.
If it wasn’t her mother or Vesha, they were getting cursed out.
When she snatched the door open and came face to face with Blak, her eyes narrowed.
He’d never come by without calling first, and he’d damn sure never come by at ten in the morning.
“Can I help you?” she asked with raised brows forgetting all about cursing him out.
Blak pushed by her making her jaw slack. “You got company?”
“Now is a fine time to ask don’t you think?” with a confused expression on her face, she closed the door. “You never just show up over here. What’s up? You good?”
Her questions made Blak stare. He had to ask himself if he was really standing in her living room about to confess some sucka shit to her.
All his life, he’d kept it P. Now, he was jealous, and he didn’t like that shit.
The only way he could bust a nut with Naomi the night before was if he thought about Averi the entire time.
That morning, as soon as his eyes opened, she was on his mind. The shit was absurd.
“You give that nigga your number last night?”
Averi pushed out a chuckle with bewilderment still lacing her face. “Are you serious right now? Didn’t you tell me that you’re about to get married? So, why does who I gave my number to matter?”
Blak’s eyes bore into hers as he inched closer to her. “It matters because I said it matters.”
She could see it in his eyes. He was jealous, and Averi wasn’t in the mood to stroke his ego.
“Blak, I don’t care if the marriage you’re about to enter is traditional or not.
I refuse to be dealing with a married man.
You never cared about what I was doing before but now, you want to be able to call shots?
Nah. I’m not with it. Sounds like control to me. You made your choice.”
“Choice?!” he frowned. “You act like I had to choose between you and her.”
“You did. You chose to marry her. Maybe that doesn’t mean you have to cut everyone else off, but I’m not side chick material.
We can still be cool. No hard feelings. There just won’t be any sex involved.
” Averi matched his intense glare. She meant what she was saying, and it would be easier if he respected her choice.
“Aight, well I’m not married yet. You said I could get it one more time.”
“Not today. I’m spotting a little. You know I always spot when I ovulate.”
She had said the wrong fucking word. Wheels began to turn in Blak’s head as he invaded her personal space. “You know I don’t give a fuck about that shit,” he murmured before snaking his tongue into her mouth.
Blak was playing games indeed because he tongued her down like it was their wedding day. The way he kissed her had her pussy throbbing. “You’re going to have to use a condom,” she spoke against his lips.
Kissing his teeth, Blak pulled back. “Hell nah. This is the last time. You gon’ make me wear a condom?”
“Yes, because for one I’m ovulating. And two, because if that was your soon to be wife in the club last night, I’m sure you didn’t use condoms when you fucked her.”