52. Hakeem
Chapter Fifty-Two
HAKEEM
Sitting in my kitchen pissed off, I texted Lori cursing her ass out.
She gave me the recipe on how to make chicken Alfredo and the shit end up burning bad.
I was hungry and needed something to eat so I end up ordering something from the Cheesecake factory.
I definitely had to come up with better cooking skills than what I had.
Today was Sunday, mid-evening. I’ve been running around all week and today I just wanted to kick back and chill.
I didn’t feel like calling up any female to laying pipe.
I wanted to enjoy my house and get my money’s worth for the high-ass mortgage I paid.
Getting up to dispose of the food and clean up the mess I made.
I flopped down on the couch and turned the tv up.
Football was on, breaking down some weed and rolling it up, I kicked back until I heard my doorbell ring.
Frowning up because I had to get up out from being comfortable on the couch.
I went to open the door knowing Lori’s ass wasn’t popping up at my shit after I told her I had wanted to chill alone today.
Lori was cool as fuck, a good ass friend and fuck buddy but I didn’t want her around me every single day.
She was considered consistent pussy and kept my hair fly as fuck.
Opening my door Kachella stood there with a bag of food, with a big smile on her face.
I couldn’t even lie I was happy as hell to see her pretty face.
Her perfume floating up my nose made me step to the side to let her in.
We said nothing as she sat the big bag of food down on the table and took the multiple containers out the bag. I picked up my phone and canceled my orders.
“You not gone put me out for just popping up at your house this time, are you?” I smiled and shook my head no as my stomach started to growl.
“Based on the smell up in here, you need to start thanking me for bringing you some of this good-ass Chinese food.” She placed her hand on her hip and looked at me with an attitude.
“Thank you Chella, I was just about to have some shit delivered from Door Dash.” I stuffed my hands in my basketball shorts and took her in.
Kachella loved wearing shorts and sports bra’s she had on some sandals and her hair was in a pink fro.
Each time I saw her it seemed like her hair grew even longer.
It was still dyed pink, just looked a little brighter.
I looked back down at her feet and even her toes were polished pink matching her hair.
Every single thing about Chella was sexy as fuck down to her slim thick tall frame.
“Come sit down and eat so we can talk Keem.” I sat at the table and watched her make my plate.
I started digging in as she sat and watched me eat not even touching her plate.
After taking down a couple of more bites, I pushed my plate to the side.
I hope this conversation wasn’t about to be about her coming to the game with a lame-ass nigga.
I was already over that shit and told myself I wasn’t going to trip hard on her and whomever she decided to fuck with.
“I thought once Tre died that I would be okay. Like the nightmares and paranoia would go away. I’m battling with a lot internally and mentally and it’s been taking a toll on me.
I go to counseling, I take anxiety pills, and it never feels like enough.
I realized with you I grew attached. You always saved me from myself and other people.
I thought that maybe if I got with you, you would forever protect me, but I realize I have to learn how to protect myself by being smarter with the decisions I make.
” She paused and wiped her tears; those tears did something to me every time.
I wished like hell I had the powers to take all her pain and troubles away.
Sometimes I even wished I could have just prevented her from meeting that pussy ass nigga Tre.
“I brought you dinner because I miss you being my friend before anything sexually came about between us. Besides you being a hoe, I know that you got a good ass heart and you care about me and love me Keem. You are the first man besides my father that loves the good, bad, and ugly when it comes to me. I don’t want to be at odds with you and I’m not here to beg for a relationship.
” She held her hands out and I grabbed them and held them tight.
“All I want is to have a friendship and if it leads to something more, then I would be opened to that as well.” I nodded my head in agreement.
“We can even still fuck if you like.” She smiled as I let out a chuckle at that.
She thought she was slick; no way was I going to try to break Kachella off until I saw that she matured more.
She was only twenty and had a long way to recover mentally.
“I ain’t dropping no more dick off in you.
I won’t say never because I see you being the woman, I settle down with one day.
I just want you to love yourself before you try to love hard on me.
I understand it all Kachella and I’m not a selfish person.
I want to be there for you while you get better and help you embrace who you are more.
It ain’t even all just you either, I still got to get this hoe shit out of me.
I can’t expect you to remain dedicated to me when I’m not one hundred percent dedicated to you.
That shit ain’t fair to the both of us. Since we both got feelings for each other, I feel like sex will blur the lines between us. ”
“I agree.” She said lowly as she picked at her food like she wasn’t interested in eating much.
When she looked up at me, she had an empty look in her eyes.
I stood up and made my way to her, grabbing her hand and bringing her into my chest. I held her tight as I smothered myself in her hair which smelled like heaven and sweet fruits.
“I love you Kachella, I want you to love you more and we gone beat this mental shit together. I’m gone be there for you every step of the way.
” She nodded her head and embraced me tighter, I held on tighter.
I was glad we could have this conversation and come to an agreement with each other.
In the near future, if it wasn’t too late, I saw myself with Kachella.
For the rest of the night, we smoked talked and I even drank some wine with her ass.
I wasn’t expecting her company but was happy to have her here with me.
We ended the night cuddled up with each other as we talked until we both were yawning and falling asleep.