~~~Chapter 19~~~
Jaylah
After spending a night at Jahreiah’s and catching up with my sis, I’d planned on going home.
Especially since I’d checked the cameras and saw that Malice had finally left.
However, somewhere along the line, plans changed.
So, instead of going home, because I was semi going through it over a man that wasn’t mine, I linked with some of my ratchet ass cousins, and hit up a club.
On a damn Wednesday, and had a fucking ball.
No lie, I had almost forgotten how it felt to go out, and party, without being plagued with the thoughts of a nigga.
I told myself that I wasn’t about to be on some sucker shit, sitting around, waiting for a nigga to choose me.
That was for the lame bitches, and lame I was not.
So, I’d danced, flirted, had a few niggas thinking that we were getting married tomorrow, before hopping in my Uber, and heading home.
I knew that a time was had, when I hadn’t checked my phone in hours. I knew that my baby was safe at my home with Ms. Shelia, so I had only checked the cameras earlier that evening. So, imagine my surprise when my Uber pulled up to my home, and I noticed Malice’s car parked out front.
“Nigga just doing what he wanna do, huh?” I mumbled, before opening the back door, and placing a foot on the ground. “Thank you,” I told the black female driver, before completely exiting the vehicle.
Moments later, she pulled off.
Naturally, as soon as I stepped onto the driveway, the automated lights popped on, illuminating the entire area. As I was strolling past his beamer, I saw that he wasn’t sitting inside, confirming that he was already in my damn house.
“Now, I know I told that nigga to kick rocks,” I grumbled, while huffing out, as I climbed the steps that led up to the porch. “Nigga, must don’t know what time it is. I got this liquor in my system too. Might just jump on his ass for playing with a real bitch’s feelings.”
“We ‘bout to throw them ‘bows. ‘Bout to swang them thangs,” I sang off key, loudly, while typing in the code to the door.
After the door popped open, and I stepped into the house, I immediately paused. “Oh, that nigga is manipulative .” I dramatically dipped for emphasis. “He knows how much my fat ass loves to eat.”
Closing the door behind me, I couldn’t stop sniffing the air. I could already tell that Malice had cooked something with gravy, and the fucking aromas were amazing.
“The hell he got going on in here?” I wondered, as I ascended the stairs.
Once I reached the second floor, I realized that only the lights in the kitchen were still on, where there were several floral arrangements on the island.
Glancing to my left, I saw that Malice was sound asleep on the sectional, with Khari on his bare chest. So, I quietly tipped into the kitchen to check the pots on the stove.
My mouth helplessly watered, as I saw that he’d made smothered chicken and gravy, rice, broccoli and cheese, and crème brulee corn.
Inquisitively, I checked the microwave, and found a plate already made with everything on it.
Naturally, I assumed that it was mine, and immediately warmed it up.
Low key, I was hungry as fuck, and didn’t even bother sitting down once my food was heated.
Instead, I grabbed a plastic spoon, and instantly dug in, while standing in my booty shorts and tall, thigh-high boots.
“Umm,” I found myself moaning, after dipping a spoonful of rice, gravy, and broccoli into my mouth.
“That shit bussing, huh?”
I paused, as I watched Malice sit up, and lay a sleeping Khari beside him.
Deciding that I wouldn’t respond, I took another bite of food.
“You must’ve had a ball,” he assumed, as he eased off the couch, and stood up. I peeped that he was wearing his basketball shorts, appearing to have been in for a minute. “It’s damn near four in the morning,” he mentioned, while approaching the kitchen.
I looked him up and down with disdain. Ole fine, sexy, tall, cut, dread headed ass nigga. He didn’t have no business still looking that good, after just waking out of his sleep.
“What are you doing here?” I quizzed, deciding to cut the bullshit.
He frowned and tilted his head. “Aint this where I been sleeping at for the last couple of months?”
“Right. But I told you to go handle your situation.”
“Okay.” He nodded. “It’s handled.”
I frowned. “And what does that mean?”
“It means that I pulled up to the crib, told her that I was no longer interested in a relationship. Then I got some movers last-minute and they moved all my belongings to a storage facility. My cars and toys too.”
I arched a brow. “You got all that done in one day?”
He shrugged. “Aye, money talks. I told them niggas to call-in for extra help. I had about ten men on the job, and they got it done.”
“And Paisley? She was cool with all that?”
He sighed, while approaching the island, and copping a seat. “Nah. She was pissed, but she knows how far to take it with me.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah. Really.”
“And I guess that’s why I can’t relate. I’ll always take it too far.”
He licked his lips, while studying me. “As far as I let you take it. Turn around.”
I squinted. “For what?”
He gave me a stern look, and I turned around, and faced the fridge.
“That’s really how you went outside?”
I turned to face him. “What’s wrong with this?”
His eyes roamed my body. “Those shorts. I can see the bottom of your ass cheeks.”
“Oh. That’s probably because they rose up my thighs,” I offered, as I tugged at the hem of my shorts, trying to bring the length down.
“I don’t give a fuck. If that’s how they tend to roll up, then you shouldn’t have worn them.”
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever.”
He calmly nodded. “You gon learn. I promise you.”
I twisted my lips. “Whatever that means.”
“Yeah. So, what’s up? Why haven’t you been answering my calls?”
I pursed my lips. “Nigga, you know why.”
“Nah, I don’t,” he claimed. “So, enlighten me.”
“Okay.” I pinched a piece of chicken, and slid it into my mouth. “I didn’t answer, because I didn’t want to talk to you.”
“Why not?”
“Because. I figured if I did, then you wouldn’t take me seriously. I needed you to understand that this is not a game. So, I was keeping my distance, until you show me something.”
His eyes drank me in. “What was you trying to see?”
“If you were really trying to fuck with me, or was just trying to fuck.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. Well, I do be trying to fuck somethin’. We know that. But I want you too.”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh, how romantic.”
“I’m saying…I tried. You like the flowers?”
My eyes scanned over the multiple arrangements, lining the counter. “They’re nice.”
He nodded. “You still mad at me?”
I shrugged.
“What that mean?”
I tucked my lips into my mouth. “It means that…I’m leery. Just a few days ago, you couldn’t tell me what you wanted. So, I can’t just believe that you had this great epiphany overnight.”
He shook his head. “That wasn’t the case.”
“Oh, no? So, what was it?”
“I knew what I felt…I just struggled to say the shit aloud. Because what I wanted went against a lot of shit that I’ve stood on.”
“Like what?” I wanted to know.
“Like loyalty over everything. For the longest, I told myself that I’d stay with her, as long as she remained loyal.
Never considered if my feelings would change.
I honestly thought that I could override that…
until I met you. Then I started feeling some different shit.
Something that feels so good, that I just wanna bottle it up, and tuck it in my back pocket.
Forever. Funnily, I used to think that niggas who moved based off emotions was weak.
Now, I’m realizing that I just hadn’t experienced something that was strong enough that it went against whatever my mind was telling me.
So, basically, you know where you been, but don’t know where you going.
I didn’t know who’d I be, until I was literally standing in it. ”
I gulped, not expecting him to be so transparent. “And how…how do you know that this aint just about you being bored? You were with the same girl for five or six years. So, maybe you like it here, because it’s different. But this newness is only temporary.”
“I get what you saying, but I honestly don’t believe this is that. Either way, I wanna find out what it is. And I don’t want her, or nobody else standing in the way of that.”
Biting the corner of my lip, my stomach fluttered, while nervous energy surged through my body. “Okay. So, now what?”
“Now? I’m finna get Shelia to come down here, and we gone go upstairs. Take a bath. And wash the drama off us.”
Rapping my nails on the counter, I nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”
***
I knew that my hair was going to be a hot mess, as my back was arched, and the back of my hair was dipping into the tub’s water.
I knew that the alcohol was still in my system, as I fed my titty to Malice, while wobbling my wet pussy up and down his length.
He had an arm hooked around my waist, while that dick was buried deep inside of me.
Thankfully, I’d handpicked my tub with a night like this in mind.
So, we both comfortably fit in it, even as I was straddling him.
I couldn’t even hide my excitement, as I rambunctiously bounced on his dick.
I was glad that he was there with me, and I wouldn’t have to go to sleep mad.
Because I honestly thought that was going to be a chapter in my life that I didn’t win.
Malice and Paisley had history, and I thought that gave her a certain leverage.
So, the last thing I expected was for him to come back so quickly, declaring that they were done.