“Get up and get your stuff, baby girl. I can’t do this.”
Her shoulders fell. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, I’m just having a fucked-up night.”
“I’m trying to make it better for you, daddy.”
“I understand and appreciate that. Here,” I said, lifting my body so I could get my wallet out of my back pocket. I took out a few bills and passed them to her. “Get you something to eat to soak up some of that alcohol and fill your tank up. I don’t want your drive over here to be a complete waste.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. I think I drank too much.”
“Maybe next time,” she said, backing up and buttoning up her shirt.
Those dark brown nipples made me swallow hard. I threw my head back and closed my eyes because I was seconds away from changing my mind about making her leave. My phone rang, making my eyes pop back open. When I saw Kross’s name, I immediately dropped my head. I went ahead and swiped the screen before I changed my mind. I watched old girl let herself out before speaking up.
“What’s up?” I answered.
“You still over there crying and eating ice cream?” he quizzed.
“I had company until you called, messing up the mood.”
“I just saw her thick ass sprinting up out of there like Flo Jo. I didn’t think you had it in you no more.”
“Where your ugly ass at?” I asked.
“Opening the door. I know your sorry ass ain’t locked it back.”
“I got to get one of those keypads. Y’all boys ain’t gon’ keep running up in here like y’all want to, man. What you want? I could have been getting my dick sucked.”
“Well, that’s why I called first,” he announced as he walked through the door.
“You were already outside,” I said, tossing my phone on the couch.
“I didn’t come here to tongue wrestle with you, son,” he said, picking up my remote from the table and turning off the speakers then turning on the TV. After a few seconds, I could tell that he’d turned the TV on the news. His old ass loved to watch the news these days.
Using my free hand, I massaged the back of my neck as I listened to the news with my eyes closed. The crook in my neck was indicative of the stress I had been living under since Carteay made her choice.
I was stressed the fuck out about losing my girl to that jackass Cyrus. My dick had been unsucked for two months. Up until now, I was sure that two weeks was my limit. I couldn’t even remember the last time I had gone that long without sex. Yet here I was, simped out like hell and being faithful to someone who wasn’t even mine.
Even after weeks of zero communication, some part of me hoped that Carteay would come back or at least reach out to me. I couldn’t even make myself pretend that I wouldn’t welcome her with open arms if she did. All she had to do was come back to me. I couldn’t wait to tell her that I had waited for her.
I hated to think about what I would do with myself if she didn’t come back. Hell, what if she wasn’t waiting? She told me how that nigga Cy had forced himself on her in the past. I had the feeling that she hadn’t actually told me how bad it was. I was consumed with thoughts of him or any other nigga putting their hands on her with or without her permission. There wasno telling how far I would spiral if I found out somebody had touched her.
I needed to get to her, but I had no idea how to do that without just pulling up at the label and stating my business. I was this close to going to her next show and dragging her off the stage. I was getting tired of pretending that I wasn’t losing my mind without that girl. Shit was crazy.
I had never felt so unbalanced in my life, and I didn’t know if I loved or hated it. Being in love with Carteay and not being able to have her made me physically sick. When I finally got my hands on her, I wasn’t letting her go, even if I had to handcuff her to me.
“Aye, bro. You got some shackles?” I asked my brother.
“Nigga,what?”
“Shackles. I got handcuffs, but I need the foot cuffs.”
“I’m not even gon’ ask. I’ve seen all of those ropes and chains you got around here. You should be able to improvise. The most important question is what you plan on doing with them. You gon’ kidnap old boy?” he quizzed.
“Nah, I’m thinking about kidnapping Carteay’s ass though.”
