Chapter 1 #5
My niece had fully calmed down, and I was talking to her, telling her all the things that I had for her, and she was smiling, eating it all up, as if she could understand me.
Having her in my lap, all I could think was how she was just a girl version of her father.
She looked just like June. She only had small features of my sister like her big brown eyes, her full lips, and the curly hair that Free had.
I was obsessing over her, when I could feel eyes on me from across the pavilion.
You know that feeling you get when you could just tell that someone was looking at you?
That’s what it felt like right now. I looked up, just to see who was looking at me, and my eyes landed right on him.
I mean, right on him. Our eyes locked, and you would think that he would have looked in the opposite direction or something, but he boldly stared at me from across the park.
I was sitting at the table, under the pavilion, and he was outside of it, posted alongside June, and about ten other dudes.
It was Tank. June’s friend. The one that for whatever dumb ass reason, everyone thought that me, and him would be a thing.
Even with the kind of guys that I’ve dealt with in the past, and the type that I had, I would be lying if I said that Tank wasn’t an attractive looking man.
He was honestly drop dead gorgeous, but in a very masculine kind of way.
I had a thing for chocolate men. Men that had rich chocolate skin, and that was well maintained, and Tank had just that.
I loved a man with a good physical shape.
Tank had that too. That body on him was worked out in a way to achieve it.
The way his muscles were flexing out of his shirt, you didn’t just get that overnight.
You had to put in work to get it. Then, his hair.
I usually didn’t even like a man with hair.
I preferred a man with waves, or a bald head.
It’s like, I could make an exemption for him because he had beautiful jet-black hair, and it was styled in single twist, just as it was the past couple of times that I’ve seen him.
You could just tell that self-maintenance was a part of his routine. It showed in his skin. It showed in how well-groomed his facial hair was, and the hair on his head. He was super tall, like a professional NBA player.
The look that Tank had on was different, but damn, I liked it.
His look screamed that he didn’t give a damn what anyone had to say about his outfit because when he put it on, he liked it.
He had on a clean white tee, that I could see from here that was hugging his chest. That’s how I knew his muscles were so big.
Since the top was short sleeved, the tattoos that I usually hated on men were showing, but again, it’s like an exemption was made because the tattoos on both his arms, looked like beautiful artwork that told stories.
I don’t know if I was tired because of that long ass flight and it had me talking crazy, but I wanted to lay with him and use my finger to trace each of his tattoos, as he told me the stories behind them.
On top of the white tee that he was wearing, was a black overall from Carhartt.
He styled the overalls by having one strap undone, and that’s what really made the look so sexy.
I could usually do without the big, bulky chains because it screamed that you wanted too much attention, but I wasn’t even tripping off the big Cuban around his neck, and the matching bracelet on his left wrist. He had the nerve to spread his legs a little bit, as he continued to boldly look at me, and all I could do was shake my head because there was no way that his ass was that damn fine.
“Fuck with him, D. You can’t even hide the fact that your attracted to him,” Tommie caught me, and called me out on it.
“Look. Look. That’s the girl he came with,” Free shot, stopping me from commenting back to what Tommie said to me.
I swear I broke my neck to see who the woman was.
My eyes landed right on her, and because I’ll give credit where credit was due, I’ll admit that she was beautiful.
Chocolate just like I was, which proved that he might have had a thing for dark skinned women.
She had a nice body on her, and she was much shorter than me. I’ve never seen her before though.
I followed her with my eyes, watching her as she walked over to Tank, and the rest of the men that were posted up with him, and she boldly stood right in front of him. She asked him something, but I couldn’t make out what it was. He just nodded his head to whatever was asked of him.
“You know her?” I asked Free.
“No. She came with him. I asked June if that was his girlfriend, and he said that he don’t get in his business like that, so he doesn’t know,” Free responded, and I nodded my head.
“They look good together though,” I said, ready to drop it, and when I said that, both my sisters laughed.
“You a fuckin lie. I want him with you,” Free replied, and all I could do was roll my eyes to that.
I wasn’t interested in dating men right now. I was in grind mode. I wanted to put all my time and energy into my brand. A man will slow me down, especially if it’s a man that I like. I already admitted to having daddy issues, so when I like a man, I get attached, and I didn’t want that right now.
I also wasn’t going to fuck with a nigga like Tank.
He just moved back to Miami, according to June, so I know he has a lineup of hoes that he needs to get out of his system, and fuck.
Plus, I wanted my own man. I knew what came with fuckin another woman’s man, and I didn’t want that for me again.
Whatever fantasy that my sisters, and everyone else had of me, and Tank getting together, they could go ahead and dead it because I’m 100% sure that that it’ll never happen.