3. Royal #2
I turned around and waited for what she would say.
She approached me and grabbed my hand and closed her eyes.
After taking a deep breath, she released my hand and went on her toes to kiss my cheek.
I wrapped my arm around her to steady her, then pulled away.
My face had to be red as fuck. I wanted to bury myself inside of her so damn bad.
She brought her hand to my cheek, and when I saw the tears slide down her cheeks, that was it.
I pulled her to me and kissed the fuck out of her, while lifting her to the countertop.
I pushed her skirt up and moved her panties to the side and buried my face in her goodness.
My eyes rolled as my tongue got reacquainted.
When I was able to maneuver my head to get to her clit, I sucked it slowly as she held the back of my head.
“Royaaaal, oh my God! I’m about to cum alreadyyyy!”
I slid my fingers inside of her, and she juiced everywhere, causing me to pull away from her and lick the fucking countertop.
“Aaliyah, fuck!” I lowered my pants and pulled my dick from my drawers and slid into her juicy ass pussy. “How the fuck you gon’ get pregnant for somebody else? Huh? You didn’t want me in this sweet ass shit no more? Fuck!”
The tears cascaded down her cheeks as she wrapped her legs around me. I pulled her from the countertop and walked with her to her bedroom. When we got inside, I went straight to the wall and slow fucked her. I couldn’t stare at her though. I had to close my eyes. Her gaze was way too intense.
“Royal! Look at me!”
I didn’t respond to her. I could hear the emotion in her cries, and I knew I couldn’t take it.
Instead, I began fucking her harder, doing my best not to feel the shit.
Focusing on my nut, after a minute or so, I fired off into her goodness.
I rested my forehead on her shoulder for a moment, then withdrew from her and let her slide to her feet.
I quickly pulled my drawers and pants up and turned to walk away. This was what I knew would happen.
She came down the hallway after me. “Royal! Stop!” she practically screamed out. “Am I just a fuck to you? Tell me!”
I turned to her and brought my hands to her tear-stained cheeks.
“No, you aren’t, but does that matter? I want you so bad, Aaliyah, but I can’t go there with you.
You pregnant with somebody else babies, and while that shouldn’t bother me, it does.
So the only thing I can seem to tolerate is fucking you, although I’m slightly uncomfortable with that too.
This shouldn’t have happened today. You’re just so fucking hard to resist.”
I walked away from her and left before she could persuade me to stay.
I had to move on with my life and live for me.
I peeled out of her driveway and took the back way home.
I refused to pass in front of Uncle Storm’s house.
His ass was way too nosy. Being that my tint still wasn’t done, he would be able to see my facial expressions through the damn window.
It didn’t help that Seven still lived there.
They already called Kingsley and me sensitive.
I turned into my driveway on two wheels and practically drove right through the garage instead of parking in it.
I got out of the Escalade and went inside, heading straight to that fucking nursery.
I wanted to take a bat and tear all that shit up.
I told her that she was more than a fuck, basically telling her I had feelings for her.
I believed she already knew that though.
I sat on the floor and stared at those baby beds, wishing things were different. Maybe I would do as my dad suggested. I pulled my phone from my pocket and called Aaliyah. When she answered, the lump in my throat appeared out of nowhere.
“Hello?”
“I’m sorry, Liyah.”
“It’s okay. I get it.”
“Have you made arrangements with the other guy?”
“Yeah. I called him last night.”
“Was he receptive?”
“Yeah, lowkey excited.”
I nodded as if she could see me. “Okay. I really wish things were different.”
“Me too.”
“I gotta go, Liyah.”
“Okay,” she said softly.
I ended the call and stood from the floor, closing the door on the room that held all my sorrow.
I refused to give it any more of my time and energy.
There was nothing I could do to change the results.
If this guy was the child’s father, then I would be done.
I wouldn’t be able to effectively raise the kids that I thought were biologically mine.
I went to Asha’s contact information in my phone and called her as I went to the bathroom and started the shower.
“Hello?”
“What’s up, girl?”
“Royal, damn. I thought you’d forgotten about me. You tryna come through, baby?”
“Mm-hmm. You cool with that?”
“Absolutely. I’ll be waiting.”
“A’ight. See you in a couple of hours or less.”
“I can’t wait.”
I ended the call and got in the shower, knowing that I had to put what I had with Aaliyah behind me.
Life went on, and she would probably be moving on with that other nigga, since she made a point of saying he was excited.
I supposed, like the family, I would be back to business as usual, fucking without a care in the world, hardening my heart to love. It couldn’t live here anymore.