Chapter 6
“In the back of my mind, I knew he would respond this way. I don’t know why I’m so hurt.”
We were on our way back to my house. Kimaji was taking this so hard.
Honestly, I knew he wouldn’t be too accepting of this information either.
I especially knew it by the way he treated me.
He wouldn’t stare at me like he did when he first saw me.
He treated me like a stranger, like he hadn’t stroked me into euphoria less than forty-eight hours ago.
I couldn’t even focus on that shit, because my girl needed me.
She grabbed her phone and called her mama.
I slightly rolled my eyes. That was why he wanted nothing to do with her.
It had nothing to do with her, but everything to do with his mother.
She gave him up as a baby. I didn’t know if that happened immediately after birth or not.
The more I thought about it, though, it had to happen close to immediately after.
It would have been a lot harder to give him up after taking care of him for an extended amount of time.
When we got to my place and had gotten settled, I asked, “What did your mom say?”
“She said she knew he wouldn’t be receptive. His parents had too much going right. They’d provided an amazing childhood for him. He got whatever he wanted, and that he was now a millionaire.”
My eyebrows lifted slightly. I knew he was well-connected, but that didn’t mean he had that much money.
His parents were rich. That didn’t necessarily apply to him.
What reason would he have to work as a flight attendant if he was a millionaire?
That didn’t make sense to me. Then again, that was how the rich stayed rich, I supposed.
“Maj, why did she give him up? Has she gone into detail with you about it since she knows you met him?”
“No. She gave him up after a month, without telling his father. She said the Taylors didn’t adopt him until he was four months old. So he was in CPS custody all that time. Then, get this. His dad tried to get him but couldn’t afford the attorney. That’s crazy as fuck.”
I frowned. “His dad didn’t sign away his rights?”
“There’s paperwork that says he did. I guess he changed his mind. I guess his dumb ass thought they would just hand him over without a fight. They’d had him a month or two when he tried that foolishness. That’s long enough to get attached to a baby . . . or anything that you desire.”
I frowned. “How did your mom give him up after a month? That shit sound crazy to me.”
“Arlie, I don’t have the slightest idea.
She should have been attached to him and wanted to do whatever it took to raise him.
I just . . . I don’t understand her. She may not ever tell me the whole story, but I feel like it’s going to come out sooner rather than later.
I feel like Graham is definitely going to talk to his parents about it. ”
“I’m sure he will,” I said as I stared at my phone.
He never responded to my text. Nigga left me on read.
It was like he wanted me to know he saw it and that he didn’t give a fuck.
I knew I said I didn’t want any attachments, but like his bio dad, I wanted to renege on that shit.
His dick had rocked me, and I didn’t want to do without it.
I grabbed my phone from the coffee table and sent him a text.
Can I see you again?
I didn’t even know if he was still in Houston or if he had to fly out somewhere else. This nigga had me feenin’ for him. That was what I got for fucking around with an older nigga. He wore my pussy out, had it singing his praises, and left my ass without a look back. Ugh!
My leg was bouncing uncontrollably for a moment. It felt like I was coming down from a high and craving another one. It wasn’t that I had been on drugs before, but shit! It had to be like the aftershocks of his dick game. Jesus. I dropped my phone back to the table and just stared at it.
“Did you just text him?”
I looked at Maj and huffed. “Yeah.”
“Damn. You really feeling him, huh? He must’ve got that ass right!”
She laughed loudly as I rolled my eyes. He said I would want his ass again, and that muthafucka didn’t lie.
I couldn’t focus on shit else. I crossed my legs and leaned back into the couch cushions, wishing I wouldn’t have said the shit I said.
It was just, usually, in the business I was in, it was best not to commit to anybody while I was on my grind.
That PBS head-ass nigga had fucked it up for everybody.
When I saw that shit on Threads, I nearly lost my shit.
People were comparing his head to the PBS logo.
That nigga had fucked over one of the most loved female rappers in the game.
So ain’t none of our asses were exempt. I didn’t have time to be going through a fucking heartbreak while trying to really establish myself.
I had goals to crush and records to set.
Noah was ready to get me on the path to do that shit.
I had a Zoom meeting with him tomorrow morning to schedule an in-person meeting.
When my phone vibrated, I hurriedly picked it up as Kimaji laughed. I shot her the finger and opened our thread.
I thought you didn’t want attachments. You hittin’ me up already?
I huffed loudly and sent him the middle finger emoji. Standing from the couch, I made my way to the kitchen to get a Twisted Tea from the fridge. I heard my phone vibrate again on the coffee table as I made my way back with my drink and one for Maj too. He’d sent another text.
As soon as our schedules sync up again, you can do that. I’m about to go out of town.
I rolled my eyes. There was no need to respond to his message.
He was so fucking cocky, but that shit turned me on tremendously.
Before I could put my phone down, a picture message came through.
My mouth damn near watered when I saw his platinum grill and his tongue hanging out. He was torturing me.
“Girl, you good? You look like you either want to cry or cum.”
I shot her the finger then stood from my seat on wobbly legs. This nigga had me about to cum on my damn self simply from a picture. I made my way to my bedroom and took a selfie, showing cleavage and sent it back.
He replied immediately. Girl, you makin’ me wanna turn around and cum tighten you up.
My legs trembled, and my head dropped back.
I had to grip my pussy, trying to keep her from blowing the fuck up.
That only heightened the sensations. I flooded my fucking panties.
Quickly opening my eyes, I aimed the camera and took a picture of the shit he was doing to me. After I sent it to him, he called.
“H-hello?”
“Girl, what the fuck you doing?”
“Oh fuuuuck,” I said softly.
At the sound of his voice, I squirted. “You fucking me up, Graham. Shiiiiiit! I came on myself.”
He was quiet for a moment. “SOLA, I don’t have a lot of time.”
Why in the fuck was he calling me SOLA? I could hear the pettiness in his playful tone. “I don’t give a fuck. Come give me that big ass dick, Graham.”
“Big mama can’t wait ’til I get back, huh? Send me your address. I hope you on the north side.”
“I . . . am. Hurry.”
I ended the call and sent my address. This shit was crazy.
I couldn’t be getting attached to his dick.
He was petty as hell. The way he said he didn’t have a lot of time was him saying that shit like I did the other day.
He was headed out of town, but he wasn’t on a flight.
I wondered if he was really pressed for time or if he just said that to fuck with me.
There was a soft knock at the door, and Kimaji said, “I’m finna head out. Yo’ horny ass is done with my presence anyway. Just remember, that’s my brother, bitch, whether he wants to accept that shit or not. Don’t be fucking with him.”
“Bye, bitch.”
I had the feeling that this shit would be the other way around.
He was going to fuck with me. No attachments, Arlie!
I huffed loudly, then stood to clean up.
My fucking clothes were soaked. I couldn’t believe his ass was having this effect on me.
My body was responding to him in ways that were unnatural.
It had me begging for his dick. What the fuck?
After I showered, I moisturized my skin and rubbed baby oil on my ass and legs.
I didn’t use an overabundance of it like they did in the pornos or at a fucking freak-off but enough to grab his undivided attention.
I grabbed a silk robe just as the doorbell rang.
Kimaji must have left the gate open. Ugh!
She always forgot to close the gate. She was gon’ get me killed one day.
I went to the door and checked the ring camera.
It was definitely Graham’s sexy ass. I opened the door, and his presence nearly had my knees buckling.
He was iced the fuck out. He had big ass diamonds in his ears, three platinum chains, his initials GT hanging from one, a diamond and platinum bracelet and a couple of rings.
Jesus. His black and gold button-down Gucci shirt was open to mid-chest, and his black slacks were tight enough for me to see his erection telling me to taste him.
He smiled as I stepped aside to let him enter, and that platinum grill sparkled at me.
Swallowing hard, I closed and locked the door behind him.
I turned to him to see him biting his bottom lip, then untied my robe, allowing it to fall open.
He scanned my body from head to toe as I walked past him, leading him to my bedroom.
My phone was vibrating on my dresser, and I saw it was my dad. I would call his ass back.