Standing behind her, the scent of her shampoo hit me first. I briefly closed my eyes as I inhaled deeply. She had this natural coconut odor that radiated off her body and I couldn’t lie; I loved that shit. She didn’t have to do much to get a nigga attention and that was real. I hadn’t been able to keep my eyes off her since we met.
“You talk numbers well, Brat,” I complimented her.
“Thank you. I had to learn a thing or two or else modeling would’ve literally been for free.”
“You a model?” I questioned. Confused as to how she knew the ways I viewed her.
“For ten years with no breaks. I walked in over four hundred shows and came up off many endorsements. I was the face of the industry three years in a row and dominated every magazineI could. This was earned,” she said waving her hands around gesturing to her crib.
Damn. I guess life really do hit muthafuckas different when you got the support.
Everything ‘bout her had me wondering just how well she’d fit in my life or vice versa. She knew how to conduct business even if all she got was an earful. The muthafucka created her own lane and elevated in that hoe. Shit, if I was being real, she had guns to her head multiple times, and she showed bravery more than anything. Yeah, I was sure she was afraid of the kid, but she damn sho ain’t show that shit. Zeus wasn’t the only nigga that wanted Brat.
I closed the small gap between us placing my hands on the counter closing her in. I instantly felt her body freeze up. My dick was rock at this point, and I had her sweats on. I knew she felt that shit. There was no other explanation as to why she suddenly stopped all movement and just stood there.
“You be talking all that shit but is this really what you wanting from a nigga?”
She brushed herself up against my dick as she slowly turned around to face me. I had this muthafucka up close and personal.Damn Brat. Why the hell you so fuckin’ pretty man?Her big brown eyes looked back at me, and I wasn’t gon’ hold you, I folded. It was like this muthafucka was putting me under a spell or something. I couldn’t look away if I wanted to.
“Don’t. That ain’t for us and you know it.” I heard her speaking, but I was too mesmerized for that shit to register. Cuffing her waist, I brought her into me, and she instantly stopped me from kissing her by blocking me with her hand. “I said don’t… then again, a thief will steal anything. I guess it’s all in the way a nigga was raised, huh?”
What the fuck?
Rearing back, I expressed a look of confusion. I knew good and goddamn well she wasn’t referring to a nigga taking pussy from bitches. I ain’t took shit from a hoe but the shit she offered. I stepped back completely perplexed by her statement. My mind wasn’t even wrapping around the bullshit she let fly out her mouth.
The fuck she meansteal anythinglike I was desperate for pussy. That’s what had me tighter than a muthafucka, but then she followed that bitch up with how I was raised... I was legit battling with the two demons on my shoulder telling me to just gon’ ‘head send her to glory. She had her folk in her life while one of mine pussyfooted around and abandoned me before I was even born. We weren’t the same.
“I ain’t never in my muthafuckin life took pussy when it wasn’t offered, and I damn sho ain’t ever been pressed for it. A nigga went off a vibe but understand, you ain’t the last broad a nigga can vibe with.” Walking off, I headed back to the living room burying what lil’ bullshit feelings tried to stir in a nigga. I was cool off Brat.
The bag of money was scooped up and taken upstairs. When I went from room to room the day before, I noticed one of the guest bedrooms had a walk-in closet that had an attic opening in it. The bread would be stashed there until I dipped out come nightfall. She wanted me gone and a nigga was ready to get the fuck up through.
By all means, care for yourself and don’t let a nigga like me stop you!
CH. 9
CHEYONNE
My chest heaved up and down as soon as Black was no longer in sight. It took some serious restraint for me not to give in to him. His lips were begging to be assassinated. I admired how pink and full they were anytime we conversed. I just knew they were soft, and it was nothing anyone could tell me differently.
I’d had plenty of men push up on me and try to use their manhood to get me to fold under pressure and none ever gained that victory. However, I was seconds away from allowing Black to have his way if I didn’t stop him.
My last physical encounter with the male species had been years ago simply because I was a workaholic and didn’t have the time to entertain one. Black being here was the most quality time I’d spent with a man consistently. It was forced but it was quality time, nonetheless.
With him showing me how I made him feel, I patted myself on the back because I didn’t think I still had it. Regardless of how beautiful I was, my confidence in that department wasn’t as high. Could I hold a candle to any bitch I was up against? Yes ma’am. Could I handle a man that lit that same fire within me?Absolutely not. It rarely happened for one, but when it did, I reacted like a virgin. No experience and unaware of the rules.
Zeus called him young blood so many times while Black let the word old fly out his mouth when speaking to me. It was obvious there was an age gap, I just didn’t know how much older I was. He didn’t let any information regarding him slip. My disorder was the one thing I navigated from the outside world and only a handful knew, now he’d joined that number.
I was glad he stepped away when he did because my body was beginning to react to his. I hadn’t enjoyed men in such a long time that I damn near forgot how it felt to have the opposites touch. That man helped me every chance he got and was gentle every single time. There weren’t any doubts that he’d hurt me. He wouldn’t make as many empty threats as much as he did if that was the case.
Dammit Che-Che. That’s your way out. It’s clear that he wants you. Put that Nyquil on that nigga and use your OnStar in the car to get him the hell out of here!
The sudden thought of using what I had to get what I wanted was that bright idea I’d been waiting on since he put his gun to my head. I’d been thinking of ways to get me on the other side of 13 Cadence Lane, but nothing ever seemed to make sense. Him wanting a piece of my goodies was the doorway I’d been waiting to step through.
All it took was a night to take back what should’ve never been his in the first place. My life wasn’t something I toyed with. I had a successful career that I loved and kids that looked up to me. I wasn’t going to continue to sit here and let him tarnish my ordinary life with his bullshit. Even though it appeared he wouldn’t hurt me, it was time for both of us to go our separate ways.
Using my crutch, I headed back upstairs. I’d eaten and could take my meds. I would probably be down for the rest of the daywaking up to use the bathroom only. I was glad I didn’t think to just head to the car then because he looked like he wanted to push my ass down the stairs.
“Black, you need to come clean up the mess you made. It’s food staining my walls and floors. I don’t appreciate that,” I said sparking conversation.
