Chapter 10 #2
“Because men don’t decorate. Like as a rule. You walk into most men’s places and it’s a couch, a TV and maybe a plant that’s been dead for six months.” She looked at me. “This is actually nice Xavier.”
“I’m full of surprises. I like nice shit, and up until a couple years ago, I couldn’t almost afford to live like this. Now that I can, I take pride in how my place looks and feels.”
“I can definitely tell that you do. And I love how humble you are.”
She walked further in and ran her hand along the back of the couch and looked at the candles on the table and back at me.
“Did you light candles? Just for meee.”
“The ambiance came with the place.”
She laughed and it was genuine and it did what her laugh always did which was make the room feel lighter than it was a second ago.
“Sure it did,” she said.
The food arrived twenty minutes later and we sat down at the dining table and ate.
We talked and caught up on the rest of each other’s day.
It was easy and real with no performance behind it.
She had brought wine. I had the food. Between the two it was the most normal evening I had been part of in longer than I could remember.
I was halfway through my food when I looked at her across the table and said what I had been thinking since she walked in.
“You’re too good to be true. I mean, everything about you.”
She looked up from her plate. “What does that mean?”
“It means nobody is this put together. Nobody is this easy to be around and this perfect.”I leaned back. “There has to be something. Some flaw that nobody knows about. What is it?”
She looked at me for a second and then laughed and looked back down at her food.
“You don’t want to know.”
“I really do.”
She set her fork down and folded her hands on the table and looked at me straight.
“I am incredibly controlling,” she said.
“Like to a degree that most people find exhausting. Everything in my life has to go a specific way or I completely unravel. I don’t handle the word no well at all.
I don’t handle losing. I don’t handle things not going according to plan.
” She paused. “If I don’t win this city council seat I genuinely don’t know how I’m going to deal with it.
Rejection is something I have never figured out how to process like a normal person. ”
I looked at her.
“That’s a lot. You do know that life will never be perfect right? Things can’t always go your way and that’s just part of being human.”
“You asked.”
“I did ask.” I picked my fork back up. “So basically everything has to go your way or you lose it?”
“I wouldn’t say I lose it. I just—” She thought about it. “I become very difficult to be around.”
“Nobody can have everything go their way all the time.”
“I know that logically.”
“But.”
“But knowing it logically and accepting it emotionally are two completely different things for me.” She picked up her wine glass. “I told you that you didn’t want to know.”
I looked at her and made a mental note that her ass may be crazy. Not in a way that changed anything about tonight but in a way that I was going to remember later because that was real information about who she was underneath the put together exterior and real information mattered.
“I appreciate you telling me,” I said.
“I appreciate you asking.” She looked at me over her glass. “Most people don’t actually want to know the real answer to questions like that.”
“I always want the real. I need to know who I’m dealing with.”
“You still think I’m perfect?” She asked, looking like something had changed between us.
“In my eyes, until you show me different.”
She smiled at that. Small and genuine.
We finished eating and moved to the couch with the snacks and popcorn. I put something on the TV and she tucked herself into the corner of the couch with her shoes off and her legs pulled up. I sat at the other end and at some point during the movie she had shifted and her head was on my shoulder.
By this time, I had my arm around her and neither one of us had thought too much about it. It had just happened the way easy things happened when you stopped overthinking them.
When the movie ended she looked up at me and I looked down at her. We stayed like that for a second. Close enough that it would have taken nothing to close the distance. She wasn’t pulling away. I wasn’t either.
But I didn’t make a move.
Not because I didn’t want to. I wanted to. But something in me said not yet. This was the first thing in a long time that felt real and uncomplicated. I didn’t want to rush past the part where it was still easy and make it become something more complicated.
I had spent enough of my life moving fast and messing up things. This I wanted to treat differently.
I kissed her forehead instead.
She closed her eyes for just a second and then looked back up at me.
“You’re different from what I expected,” she said quiet.
“What did you expect?”
“I don’t know. Not this.” She looked at the TV and back at me. “Not somebody who lights candles and orders takeout and actually listens when you talk.”
“You expected the boxer? A man who came from the streets and the trenches first?”
“I expected the persona.” She shrugged slightly. “You’re not that.”
“No,” I said. “I’m not. I was raised in a house full of love and values by a good ass woman. I know how to treat women and I know how to be a man because I’ve spent my whole life being one. Where I came from isn’t who I am.”
“I’m glad that I’m getting to see that. You know you can have any woman that you want? I’m just glad that it’s me who’s occupying your time.”
“I’m glad that you rocking with me too. No lie, I’d see you on tv and used to think you were way out of my league, but I always crushed on yo fine ass.” I joked and pulled her into a hug.
“That’s crazy because from the first time I saw you box on tv, I felt the exact same.
And now here we are, in each others world.
This Friday, I have a Town-hall meeting to speak about crime in the area, helping small businesses, improving the school system, and what I plan to do once I am elected.
I would love to have you there to support me.
This isn’t just for the cameras, I’m asking you because I want you there. For me.”
I looked in her eyes and could see the admiration she had for me. Kyla was so damn beautiful, the shit was unreal. I could feel from her vibe that I was growing on her, and becoming someone she always wanted around now. I was honored that she invited a nigga.
“That’s dope for real. Hell yeah, I’m gonna be there cheering you on.” I hugged her neck then pulled her onto my lap. She leaned in and kissed me unexpectedly. The kiss was everything I didn’t know I needed, and it just felt too good to be wrong.
—
With all that I had going on right now, I needed to take my mind off things, but I still wanted to respect Kyla and what we were building. I didn’t want to mess that up by complicating things, so I pulled away. She looked at me like she had done something wrong.
“Did I do something? I’m sorry if that’s not the time you are on with me. I know this is just for our image but I just thought—“
“Stop. That’s not what it is at all. I like you Kyla, and it’s growing every time that I’m around you.
I don’t want to fuck shit up by doing something we can’t take back.
I’ve been the nigga to have dealings with women and then decide that’s not what I want, I don’t want to hurt you. ” I told her honestly.
“Because your heart is still somewhere else?” She asked and I knew that she was referring to Brielle.
“No. Because I don’t want to fuck this up, and if nothing else, I want us to remain friends, no matter what.
I like your vibe for real. Shit with you feels good, it feels easy and not complicated.
I have so much going on that I can’t speak on, I just really need a friend that’s far removed from that life I’m trying to escape. ”
“I want to be everything that you need me to be. And I have a feeling that no matter where life leads us, we’ll always be friends.
You’ve been so supportive to me and interested in all that I have going on.
I won’t find that in anybody else, and I don’t want to.
Let me be your escape for the night. We’re grown, and I know what I want.
” She got off my lap and stood before me.
I didn’t know what that last statement meant until she pulled the straps to her dress down her shoulders, then let it fall to the floor.
I was at a loss for words at the fact that she had nothing on underneath that dress and how good her body looked.
Her titties were sitting up with no assistance, and her hips and thighs were perfect.
Not a mark in site on her body. She walked closers to me.
Now I was at eye level with her stomach.
I pulled her into me and I planted soft kisses on her navel.
“If we cross that line, ain’t no turning back.” I looked up and told her. She locked eyes with me.
“I know. That’s the point.” she responded.
I made her put one of her legs on the couch while keeping the other one planted as she stood in front of me.
I dived face first into her pussy, while gripping her waist and pulling her into my face.
The only woman I’d ever gave head to was Bri, this wasn’t some shit that I did on a regular.
But Kyla, she was so damn sweet, she’d have a nigga going against everything that I I stood for.
I ate her until she came and her legs gave out.
I picked her up and made her wrap her legs around my waist. She held on tight as I reached down, and inserted my dick in her.
I immediately gasped like a bitch. Her pussy was so wet, warm and tight.
There was no way she had been active for a while.
That muthafucka was gripping hard. I bounced her up and down on my dick while kissing her neck.
With every stroke I gave her, she tightened her walls around me.
After a few more minutes, I was cumming inside of her and couldn’t pull out in time. When I realized what the fuck I had done, I immediately started to panic once I put her down.
“Fuck!” I said, while rubbing my head.
Kyla put her hand on my chest, reading my mind.
“It’s okay, DoorDash me a plan B, CVS and Walgreens are still open.
Listen Xavier, I’m a woman with a lot of goals and things I have yet to accomplish, I’m not going to trap you or complicate your life.
I haven’t had sex in nearly three years because I’ve decided to lock in on me.
A baby, or a man isn’t something I can afford right now.
I’m willing to try with you as far as seeing where things can go, but a baby is an absolute NOT.
Relax, we gone handle it tonight and I’m going to take that pill while you watch.
” Kyla expressed and I let out a long breath.
This Gutta situation had me on edge. I couldn’t afford to be nobody daddy.
I mean financially I could, but like Kyla said, I had a whole future ahead of me. I wasn’t about to get slowed down.
Hearing her say all of this just made me want her even more.
I leaned in to kiss her, then walked her to my bedroom, then into my bathroom where we had two more rounds in the shower.
We both had to get up early, so after the shower, we cuddled in bed and set my alarm for 7:30am.
She told me how excited she was about the town-hall meeting because people would really get to see her and hear all her plans.
She was very motivated and dedicated to changing her community and I loved that.
She was a young black woman on her shit.
Although she told me her flaws, being underneath her right now, she was still damn near perfect to me.
“You think it’s crazy that I’m falling hard and fast. It’s so scary.”
“Hell nah. I think I done already fell.” I told her honestly as I kissed the back of her neck and held her waist from behind while we cuddled up in my bed.
“My pill will be here before 7am. There was no delivery drivers out.” She showed me her phone.
“Girl, go to bed. I trust you.” I laughed at her ass. She was making sure that I knew she wasn’t trying to trap me. That just made me like her ass even more.