Chapter 22
Yohana knocked on the door, and Canyon answered looking handsome as ever dressed in black cargo shorts, a red and black shirt, and red and black J’s. “Hi,” she gave him a small smile and tried to walk past him.
Canyon stopped her and wrapped his arms around her.
He held her in the tightest bear hug, and it felt so good to her that she relaxed in his embrace.
His hug stopped her from feeling bad that she was meeting a married man at a hotel for a mid-day booty call.
His hug made her feel less like a tramp and more like someone that he just wanted to see and be around.
“I missed you.” He kissed her in the crook of her neck, and she smiled.
“I missed you too.”
He let her go, and she stepped further into the suite. That’s when she noticed the two large suitcases that were in the room. She also noticed two pairs of sneakers lined up in the closet. “You staying here?’ she asked with furrowed brows.
“Yeah. I left. I couldn’t keep staying there. I’m going through with the divorce. There’s no going back. In a few weeks, I’ll be single.”
Yohana was elated, but she still didn’t want to get her hopes up. Cheyenne was still his wife, and they still had history. Canyon peeped how she didn’t say anything. “You good?” he asked with raised brows.
“I am. I just don’t want to get too happy too soon. This is still fresh and new. How do you even know you want to jump into something else right away? Like, what do we do? Date? Work towards a relationship?”
“We do us, babe. You’re all I’ve been thinking about. It felt like I was single for the past six years. I don’t give a damn about that shit. I want to be with you. I want to see your face every day. I want to hear your voice. I want to slide up in that wet ass pussy.”
Yohana giggled, and he wrapped his arms back around her. She looked up at him, and they engaged in a sensual tongue kiss. Canyon pulled back and nuzzled his face into her neck. “You smell good. You got my dick hard.”
“Your dick is always hard. So, what happened? With your wife.”
Canyon stepped back and sat on the arm of the couch. He wanted to tell her that it didn’t matter, but he was old enough to know that communication was important. He couldn’t build with her and not answer her questions.
“We just weren’t on the same page. I told her that I didn’t want to get her pregnant right away, and she did some shit that made me mad. I just wasn’t there. My head wasn’t in it. I called myself trying, but I was only trying to appease her.”
Yohana walked over to him. She hated for her joy to come from another woman’s pain, but she liked Canyon. There wasn’t much she could do about it. She draped her arms over his shoulders. “So, we can really do this thing, huh?”
He rubbed her ass. “We can.”
“I don’t know if you assumed or what, but I’m not on birth control. We kind of got caught up in the heat of the moment the other night, and you didn’t pull out. If you didn’t want kids with your wife, I doubt you want them with me. So, from now on, we should be careful.”
“I didn’t pull out with you because I didn’t want to.
I haven’t known you that long, but I didn’t want kids with Cheyenne because I knew I wasn’t going to stay in that marriage.
I just wasn’t sure when it would end. I can’t say where you and I will be a year from now and maybe me not pulling out was irresponsible, but you got me on some other shit.
When I’m with you, I lose all common sense and focus.
I don’t have kids. I want kids. If you were to be pregnant right now, I wouldn’t be mad. ”
Yohana didn’t speak. They were moving fast as hell.
On one hand, she was scared. On the other hand, she was enjoying the ride.
It might seem crazy to other people, but it felt right to her.
“How long do I have with you?” Canyon broke into her thoughts.
He lifted her shirt and placed soft kisses on her stomach.
“A few hours.”
“That’s all I needed to hear.”
Canyon stood up, picked her up, and carried her over to the bed where they had two rounds of unforgettable sex.
Diric sipped from his champagne as he eyed Raven from across the club.
They had ended up in the same spot, and he hadn’t said anything to her.
He was going to let her do her without crowding her, but he had his eye on her.
As he was watching Raven, Omnique walked over to him and stood in front of him.
“You must really fuck with somebody, huh? You’ve never been this long without hitting me up. Damn, somebody got you on lock like that?”
Diric knew his dick was good, but a woman as pretty as Omnique should never beg for dick. His interests were clearly elsewhere, and he couldn’t figure out why she wouldn’t just take that for an answer. “Yeah, I fuck with somebody, and she’s in here tonight.”
“So, what? You can’t talk to me?”
“No! Damn!” He barked. “Fuck you acting so got damn thirsty for. Beat it. Got damn.” She was getting on his damn nerves.
“Fuck you Diric with your ignorant ass,” she spat before storming off.
He stuck his middle finger up as she walked off.
He took another swig of champagne, and his eyes drifted back over to Raven.
Diric’s blood began to boil when he saw her twerking, and some clown ass nigga was all up on her.
He was behind her, and she wasn’t touching him, but she was close enough to him dancing real nasty and provocative.
She had Diric fucked up. Here he was adhering to their agreement and turning down pussy, and she was on some freak shit.
His homie, Bryce passed him a blunt, and Diric hit the L feverishly in an effort to calm down.
Raven had on black biker shorts and a red lace shirt with thin straps.
The shirt was see through, and even in the dark club, Diric could imagine that her nipples were on display.
She had him fucked up. Diric passed the blunt back to Bryce and walked towards Raven.
A few females tried to get his attention, but Diric had tunnel vision.
When he got up on Raven, he glared at the nigga that she was dancing for.
“Move, nigga!”
The guy had no idea who Diric was, but he knew he didn’t want it with the man.
He was just out trying to have a good time and trying to find someone to fuck after the club.
He didn’t want any smoke. And with all the diamonds that Diric had around his neck, on his wrists, and in his mouth, he was sure the thug had a gun somewhere.
He left fast as hell leaving Diric to glower at Raven.
She looked up at him with a smirk, and that pissed him off further.
“You think this shit funny?” He looked her up and down. “You all up in here dressed like a slut dancing on niggas, and I’m supposed to believe you not fucking other niggas?”
Raven’s head jerked back. “Dressed like a slut? Boy, fuck you. And you got some nerve. A bitch was just all up in yo’ face, and she was for sure dressed like a slut, but you seemed to be enjoying her conversation.”
“You seem to be assuming and making an ass out of yourself. That bitch is pressed for the D, but I told her I rock with somebody and that she was in here tonight. Then I look up and see yo’ hoe ass all up on a nigga.”
“I know you’re mad, but you don’t have another name to call me. You better speak to me with some fuckin’ respect, or I’ll show you what a hoe do.”
Diric snapped and before he knew it, his hand was wrapped around her neck.
He had anger issues anyway, but the alcohol in his system didn’t help at all.
Being drunk killed his ability to think before he acted.
Diric could be impulsive as hell sober, and it was worse when he was drunk.
Raven’s eyes widened when Diric started choking her, and her cousin ran over to Diric and started pulling at his arm.
“What are you doing? Let her go,” she hissed.
For one brief moment, the fear in Raven’s eyes brought Diric a small piece of joy.
But it only lasted a second before he snapped back to reality.
Diric let her go, and Raven punched him in the face and stormed off holding her neck.
She was embarrassed and hurt while Diric stood there chest heaving up and down breathing like an angry bull.
He walked over to Bryce and plucked the blunt from between his fingers.
He hit it a few more times and told Bryce he was leaving.
Diric drained the champagne from the bottle and headed out to his car.
He sat there for a minute before he sighed and ran his hand down his face. His anger had always been on the bad side, but his son dying made it worse. Diric leaned his head back on the headrest and thought about the day that Elana brought Kash home from the hospital.
He had been hustling all day, and he stopped by her house an hour after she got there.
Elana had an attitude that he hadn’t been the one to bring Kash home from the hospital, but she relaxed some when he placed $4,500 in her hands.
Diric walked over to the bassinet and peered down at his son.
“He so damn little,” Diric stated while never taking his eyes off the tiny newborn.
“Can you watch him while I take a shower? I pumped some milk for him. If he starts crying the bottle is in the fridge. Put it in this warmer. He can’t drink cold milk. It will hurt his stomach.”
“Got it.”
Elana headed for the bathroom, while Diric just stared at his son not believing that he was somebody’s father.
It was scary because he never had a father, but he wasn’t going to use that as an excuse to be a shitty father.
He had missed Kash coming home because the money had been coming nonstop, and he couldn’t walk away from it.
But he was here now. Diric stared at his son for a few more minutes, then he sat down on the couch.