Chapter 6 #2
“Yes,” Cyren answered quickly before realizing she had no clue what the woman had actually asked.
The older woman blinked. “Excuse me?”
Cyren straightened in her chair. “I’m sorry. Let me slow down and walk you through your options.”
She never wanted to come off rude, so she got it together.
By the grace of God, she made it through the rest of the meeting without further embarrassing herself.
The second her lunch break hit, she practically ran to her car, calling Gabi.
She hadn’t gotten around to telling her the details of her weekend, but she’d hinted at something happening.
The moment Gabi answered her FaceTime, Cyren knew she was in for it.
“You look guilty,” Gabi said without greeting her.
Cyren laughed despite herself as she adjusted her phone against the steering wheel. “Hello to you too.”
“Don’t ‘hello’ me. Start talking.”
Cyren shook her head. “How do you know something happened?”
“Because your face is glowing and you look stressed at the same time. That only happens when a man is involved.”
“That is not true.”
“It absolutely is. Now tell me what happened this weekend.”
Cyren slightly twisted her head to the left, scratched her scalp, and took a dramatic breath. “I had sex.”
“What!”
Gabi screamed so loudly that Cyren jerked back and lowered the volume on her steering wheel.
“Lower your voice,” she said with a giggle.
“Girl, please.” Gabi sucked her teeth. “You can’t say something like that and expect me to be quiet. Who the hell did you have sex with?”
Cyren bit back a smile. “A man.”
Gabi stared at her through the screen. “You think I’m slow? Obviously, it was with a man. Which man?”
Cyren hesitated long enough for Gabi’s eyes to widen even more.
“Oh, my God. It was a random-ass nigga!?”
“Can you not make me sound reckless?” Cyren groaned.
“Were you reckless?”
Cyren pinched her fingers together but didn’t make them touch. “A little.”
Gabi dramatically fell back against her couch. “Oh, this is better than I thought.”
Cyren laughed despite the heat creeping up her neck. “It just happened.”
“How does sex just happen?”
Cyren paused because honestly… she didn’t have a good answer.
“I was emotional,” she admitted. “And I wanted him to make me stop feeling what I was feeling.”
Gabi’s teasing expression softened. “Cy…”
“And before you blame the tequila, yes, I was drunk. But I’m not about to act like that’s why it happened.” Cyren picked at her nails, absentmindedly. “I wanted to fuck him.”
How she’d gone from boo-hooing on Heavy’s shoulder to crying on his dick would forever be a mystery. The kind Shaggy, Scooby, and the gang could solve because it wasn’t hard to figure out. It was quite simple, actually, and that’s what she was trying to explain to her.
Gabi stared at her and slowly smiled. “Oh. Well, okay, then.”
Cyren rolled her eyes. “Don’t do that.”
“Was it good?”
She tried to hold back her smile, but failed miserably, and nodded. “Mhm.”
“That man put that thang on you, didn’t he?”
Cyren choked on the water she’d just sipped from. “Gabriella....please, okay?”
“That’s a yes, then.”
Cyren covered her face with one hand as she laughed. “Girl…”
Gabi smiled, loving this for her girl. At least one of them was getting some dick they could brag about. “What’s his name?”
“Heavy.”
Gabi blinked. Then blinked again, eyebrows lifted in amusement. “Heavy is certainly a name.”
They burst out laughing. “I knew you were going to say that.”
“Because what does that even mean?” Gabi asked, brows now furrowed.
“I don’t know.”
“You didn’t ask him?”
Cyren shook her head. “It didn’t exactly come up between shots, crying, and sex.”
Gabi gasped. “What the fuck. You were crying?”
“Unfortunately. You know how I get when I drink, plus he did something really special for me.”
“Oh,” Gabi quipped. “So, he gave you some sympathy dick? I just know that shit was good. Whew.” Gabi shook her head, highly impressed.
Cyren laughed harder. “Sympathy dick is actually insane. But it was good. I can’t even lie. Plus, he was sad, too. So.” She brushed it off like it made all the sense in the world. In their world, it did.
“What was he sad about?”
“Heavy is my cousin Dre’s best friend.”
Gabi’s face contorted as if she’d just heard the saddest news.
Had Cyren led with that, she would’ve understood why her impulsiveness won.
Even though she hadn’t, Gabi still understood.
Sometimes, all you needed was some more than superb dick from a man with no strings attached.
There really wasn’t a reason or an explanation to give.
“Aww, man. The guy who popped up at the house and made you spend the evening with him?” Gabi asked, connecting the dots.
Cyren nodded. “Yeah. That was him.”
A brief silence filled the car as they both went into deep thought. There was much more to say, but that wasn’t the route they were trying to take this conversation. Thankfully, Gabi pivoted before Cyren could overthink and get in her feelings.
“Well, at least you had a good time. You deserve that, my girl.”
Cyren sighed, knowing that she did, too. “I do.”
“I’m still stuck on his name, though. All that yapping you do when you drink, you didn’t ask the man his real name?”
Cackling, Cyren shook her head. “Shut up! I plan on asking him.”
Gabi’s brows lifted, giving her a puzzled expression. “Ask him how? Y’all planning another date?”
That shut Cyren up. Because… how exactly would she ask?
She didn’t have his number. She wasn’t on social media to look him up.
There wasn’t really a way of contacting him outside of randomly popping up at her auntie’s house.
That thought alone made her press her thighs together.
If Heavy popped up while she was home alone again, she was definitely going to fuck him again.
Hell, even if she weren’t home alone, she would’ve.
With how she’d replayed the way he ate her pussy, kissed her as if he cared, and slowly pushed inside of her, Cyren might’ve given the man some pussy with Nia and Skylar right in the living room watching TV.
And that was dangerous. Sighing, she looked out the windshield before her eyes landed back on her screen.
“It wasn’t a date,” Cyren said, forcing herself back to reality. “That was… a one-time thing.”
Gabi stared at her like she had personally offended her. “You don’t believe that.”
Cyren shrugged. “I do.”
“You’re lying.”
“I’m being realistic.”
“Same difference.”
Cyren laughed, but deep down, she wasn’t entirely convinced either. Because one-time things weren’t supposed to linger like this. It’s what she told herself to keep from thinking too much into it.
Gabi was still laughing at her when Cyren’s phone vibrated against the steering wheel, interrupting whatever slick comment was about to leave her mouth. She frowned at the screen as an unknown number flashed across it.
Her brows pulled together as she let it ring. “I don’t know who that is,” she mumbled.
“Who?”
“An unknown number is calling me.”
“Ooo,” Gabi sang, “what if it’s Heavy?”
Cyren rolled her eyes so hard it almost hurt. “Why and how would he be calling me?”
“I don’t know, maybe to talk. I mean, you did give the man some pussy. Was he a gentleman about it?”
Cyren cackled. “Yeah, I’m not telling you anything else.”
“Aww. Don’t be that way. You’re the one who said it was good. Maybe he thought it was great,” Gabi joked, deepening her voice like Tony the Tiger.
Cyren laughed as Gabi went right back to questioning her decision-making skills. Plus, she wanted more details about her night.
“So let me get this straight,” Gabi said. “You cried, got comforted, then got your back blown out? Something is missing.”
Cyren nearly choked. “Now, why’d you have to say it like that?”
“Because that’s exactly what happened.”
“Yeah, but it sounds worse when you say it like that.”
“It sounds amazing when I say it like that,” Gabi persisted.
Cyren laughed, shaking her head. She was about to change the subject when her phone vibrated again. This time, in one long pulse. She glanced down and saw a text notification banner appear at the top of her screen, and her smile faded.
Frowning, she picked up her phone. “Now they’re texting me,” she mumbled.
“They must have the wrong number,” Gabi assumed, knowing if anyone had her friend’s number, theirs was more than likely saved as well.
Swiping out of FaceTime, Cyren opened her messages. She fully intended to read the text and ignore whoever sent it, but seeing what they sent made her open it completely.
I was just checking on you.
Her confusion deepened as wrinkles graced her forehead. She reread the text, as if the words would suddenly make more sense the second time. Her fingers moved across the keyboard before her brain could stop her.
Who is this?
The typing bubble appeared almost immediately.
. . .
You got that many people checking on you?
Cyren’s face hardened. Sadly, she didn’t.
That was an honest answer. But the slickness in the tone of the text irritated her more than it should have.
Mostly because whoever this was seemed committed to being vague for no reason.
Her mind immediately drifted to the one person capable of getting under her skin with minimal effort.
“I know this better not be my punk-ass daddy,” she hissed.
“That’s who’s texting you?” Gabi asked with pure disgust in her tone.
It was no secret how horrible a father and person Vincent was.
He was the same man who hadn’t called in months and somehow managed to disappear every time Cyren needed him the most, especially when Nicole passed.
The bastard didn’t even have the decency to call and check on her on her mother’s birthday.
If this was him trying to pop back up with dry humor and no accountability like always, Cyren was going to snap.
Her jaw tightened as she made the FaceTime screen bigger. “I’m gonna call you when I get off work.”