Chapter 11 #2
Somewhere between that punch and Logan’s friend coming to her rescue, we all ended up sitting in the back of a squad car and being banned from the Pilates studio.
I couldn’t do anything but laugh as I sat there with my head resting against the seat.
I wasn’t mad at Zaveah because she was doing exactly what I would’ve done.
Logan had ran her mouth way too many times for me to let that shit slide.
Yeah, we were too old to be fighting, but some people needed to be punched in the mouth one good time for them to understand that they couldn’t talk to people any kind of way.
“We fucked them up, friend,” Zaveah said, laughing as we looked over at Logan and her friend as they sat there looking like they’d gotten hit by a truck. I couldn’t do shit but laugh at her. She was right, they would definitely think twice before they said some slick shit to anyone else.
After getting booked on disorderly conduct, we were escorted to a cell.
We both got one phone call. Zaveah called her boyfriend, who said he was on the way.
I chose to call Sincere since, technically, this was partly his fault.
There was no way I was going to tell my parents that I’d gotten arrested for fighting over Sincere with his ex, whatever the fuck she was.
He, too, said that he would be here to get me out.
“Are you good?” He asked, looking me over as we walked out of the jail.
“Yeah, I’m good, Sincere. You can stop checking me over,” I said, laughing. This wasn’t a laughing matter, but he was proving to be worse than my parents would’ve been with me. I was starting to think that I should’ve just called them.
“So, what happened exactly?” He asked once we got in the car.
“Logan happened,” I started as I broke down what happened to him.
When I was first arrested, I was for sure that I didn’t want anything more to do with him. I had enough of my own shit going on, and I didn’t want to deal with bullshit that wasn’t mine. But, as I sat there, I knew that wasn’t fair for me to do to him.
Hell, Ray was still a problem for me, and just as I couldn’t control him, he couldn’t control Logan.
And, if the tables were reversed, I would feel bad, but I would be hurt if he blamed his actions on me.
However, something had to be done about her ass, because I didn’t know how much more of her bullshit I’d be able to take.
“I’m going to handle Logan. I told her ass to stay away, but clearly, she’s hard of hearing. And as far as Beverly’s ass goes, she no longer works for Hilltop Records. I told her ass on more than one occasion to quit playing with you like that, but clearly, she thought that shit was a game.”
“I’m actually okay with never having to see Beverly’s ass again because I can definitely not work with her grimy ass moving forward. However, what does handle Logan mean? What are you going to do to her? She doesn’t work for you.” I said, turning to face him.
“Whatever it needs to mean in that moment. Are you hungry?”
“I could eat, I guess. I really just want to shower and lay down. My body was already sore as hell, so getting into that fight just made things even worse.”
“Alright, I got you,” he said, hopping on the freeway in the opposite direction of my parents’ house. I guessed I was staying at his house for the night.
When we pulled into his driveway, I wasn’t surprised to see my car there. I was sure that he’d already made sure Zaveah’s got to where it needed to be, too.
“I thought you were sore and needed to rest,” Sincere said, laughing as my hands found their way into his boxers.
“I need help falling asleep,” I said, pulling his dick out and immediately covering it with my mouth.
As his hands found their way into my hair, I knew he wasn’t going to put up a fight. I did need to rest, but my body craved him whenever we were around each other, and I knew a couple of good orgasms would have me sleeping like a baby and forgetting about everything that happened today with Logan.
“Fuck, suck that shit just like that,” he moaned as I felt his vein thickening against my tongue. It didn’t take too much longer before he was shooting his seeds down my throat. Once I made sure that I had sucked him dry, I slid my panties off and hopped on top of him.
Getting up on the balls of my feet, I began rocking back and forth on his dick. Placing my hands on his chest for leverage, I began to bounce up and down and moaned his name as he filled me up. Bending down, I connected my lips with his and sloppily kissed him.
“Shit, I think I love you,” I moaned as my body began to shake from the orgasm ripping through me. Once I came down from my high, he flipped me on my back and kissed my lips.
“Say that again,” he said, sliding his dick back inside of me and sucking on my neck.
“I think I love you,” I said, barely above a whisper.
I was afraid that my confession was going to scare him off, and I didn’t want that. He didn’t have to say it back, but it was the truth about how I felt. I had fallen in love with him, and I never wanted to let go of the feeling.
“You think, or you know?” He asked, turning my head to face him while he still slid his dick in and out of my pussy.
“I know. I love you, Sincere,” I said, feeling the tear roll down the side of my face.
“I love you, too, Kenedi,” he said, kissing the tear away.
Instead of spending the entire night making love, we came together and snuggled up.
My body was sore and relaxed at the same time.
I felt at peace lying on his chest, and I wished we could stay like that for the rest of our lives.
But that wasn’t reality. So, it would have to do until it was time to go to work in the morning.
As I got up to use the bathroom, I checked my phone.
I had a couple of missed calls and messages from Zaveah, which I expected.
Unfortunately, I had one from Ray’s ass, too.
You would’ve thought that by now he would’ve gotten the message that I was never going to give him another chance.
But, nope, when he said he was never letting up from me, I feared he meant that shit with his chest.
RAY:
I need to see you, Ken. Please just come talk to me, it’s about something important. It’s a life-or-death matter.
ME:
Life or death? Whose life?
RAY:
Just meet me at our spot in a few days when I’m back in town for dinner.
ME:
I’ll think about it.
Normally, I wouldn’t have paid his ass any attention, but when people started talking about life or death, I knew that I needed to hear what they had to say.
In my heart, I felt like his ass was up to some bullshit, but the curious part of me couldn’t just let what he said fall to the side.
What if he really had something that he needed to tell me?
Either way, I guessed I would find out in a few days.