“Whatever, Rico. I’m not arguing with you. I’m tired as hell. Romy is in my bed. Go ahead,” she said, and then she walked away.
Like a typical nigga, my eyes stayed on her from behind, watching the way that her ass was swallowing up the underwear that she was wearing.
Instead of her going in the direction of her bedroom, since she knew that that’s where I was getting ready to go, she chose to go out into the living room, and the throw blanket that was lying on the back of the couch, she picked it up, wrapped it around her, and she laid down on the couch.
I left her there, and I headed in the direction of Promise’s bedroom. Her room was very spacious, and it was clean. There was a big, King-sized bed that rested in the middle of her bedroom, and that’s where I was able to see where Romy was peacefully lying on her back. The television was off, but there was a lamp on in the room that helped to give the room somelighting. Romy lay there, and she was snoring like her ass just finished working a double shift.
With a smile on my face, I walked over to her, taking her in, examining her in the onesie that she was sleeping in, and there wasn’t any bruises or anything on her body. I know that Promise told me over the phone that Toby hadn’t done anything to them, but I still wanted to make sure with my own eyes.
Knowing that this nigga had the chance to take my daughter away from me tonight, but he chose not to, had me wanting to live in this moment, and be grateful that she was still here. With that, I reached in, picking her small body up, knowing that if Promise was in here, she would have been pissed with me for waking her up, but my plan was to stay, so it wasn’t like I was going to wake Romy up, and then dip, leaving Promise to handle her.
Romy was in a deep sleep though, so she didn’t stir. I took her over to the accent chair that was in the corner of the room, and that’s where I chose to sit down with her. I cradled her in the crook of my arm, while looking at her beautiful face, and that bottom lip that poked out as she was sleeping.
Sitting here, staring at her, caused for a wave of different emotions to come over me. A tear that I didn’t even see coming dropped from my eyes, and I didn’t bother wiping it away. I had so much life to live, and so many loved ones around me that deserved to live out their life to the fullest as well.
It really wasn’t in me to be a killer. I know for a fact if that gun was never put in my hands that night, I wouldn’t have blacked out and killed Tobias. Even with that, I was going to have to handle Toby. I didn’t have a choice. It was either I handled him, or that nigga handled me, and everything and everyone that I loved, and I couldn’t allow that to happen.
Chapter 4
Dionne Henry
Loving Me Differently
Iwoke up to the smell of breakfast. I didn’t have the slightest clue what time it was, but judging the sun was shining in my bedroom, I knew that it wasn’t super early. I was in the middle of my bed, with the covers pulled up to my shoulders, and I had my head resting on a pillow. My eyes slowly opened, looking in the spot where Tank would usually sleep whenever he stayed the night over, but the spot was empty. The smell of breakfast had to have been coming from him. He had to have been the one that was in the kitchen, throwing down.
I could feel my head pounding, and this felt like a stress headache. Because of the deep sleep that I had been in, I woke up a little confused, trying to piece together what had me stressed out, and had brought on a headache. That’s when everything started coming back to me, and I remembered the events that took place yesterday evening at Tank’s mom’s house. The big secret that I revealed to him. I thought about all of that, which caused me to groan, kicking my feet up under the mattress, hating that it had to play out like that.
I laid in bed for about five minutes more, and then I sluggishly pulled myself up. I quickly got out of bed, slipped into my house shoes that were on the floor, and I dragged myself tothe bathroom. I found the toilet, where I relieved myself of my bladder, wiped, and flushed. Next, I went over to the sink, so that I could wash my hands, brush my teeth, and I rinsed my mouth out.
I found a claw clip for my hair, where I pulled it up, and I forced myself to get through my tedious skin routine. Just knowing what took place yesterday evening had put me in a bad head space, so everything that I was doing in this bathroom, it felt like it was hard work, and like I was dragging myself to do it.
I eventually finished up, and I walked out of the room, moving slowly through the long hallway, and eventually, I was out front, in the kitchen area, where I could see Tank, but he couldn’t see me. He was standing in front of the stove, using the spatula, flipping over whatever was in one of the pans, that I couldn’t quite make out from where I was standing.
With his other hand, he had the phone glued to his ear, and he was laughing at whatever the caller was saying to him. He wore black briefs that hugged his behind, and because Tank was in the gym, I swear he had the cutest ass for a man. His body was ripped all over, and tattoos filled just about every inch of him. His twist were in his hair, and they looked just as nice, and healthy as they always did whenever he had them in.
“Yeah aight, nigga. I may pull up over there later then. I’ll let you know by this afternoon,” Tank said to whoever was on the other end of the phone.
It’s like it suddenly hit him that I was standing here because he eventually turned his head, taking his eyes off the food, and he looked over at me. When he turned to look, like a damn creep, my eyes dropped, going right for that dick that was resting on his thigh. I had no idea how the hell he was able to carry that big ass tool around every day, but he did, and he made it look easy, too.
“Aight. My baby up. Ima hit you later,” he said, and then he ended the call, tossing the phone on the kitchen counter.
“Good morning, baby. Come here,” he called out for me, weakening my damn knees.
It was just something about those two words that literally made me dizzy. Tank had a way of telling me, “come here”, and it was something that was so sensual about it. Like, he could say those two words to anyone else in the world, but when he said it to me, the meaning behind what he was asking had a different meaning to it.
Like the goofy that I was when it came to him, I pulled myself off the wall because I had been leaning against it, like a creep, watching him as he was cooking breakfast, along with running his mouth on the phone.
“Good morning. Who were you talking to?” I asked, once I was close enough to him.
“That was June. He ain’t want shit. Just was calling to see what I was up to,” he responded, sitting the spatula down on the counter, and then he reached his hands out for me, and once he had me close enough, his hands held me by my hips, as he looked down at me.
I kept my hands at my side, gazing up into his eyes.
“You didn’t tell him about last night, right?” I had to know.
“Of course, I didn’t tell that nigga that shit. Come on baby,” he responded, taking his hands off my hips, and he lowered them, putting them on my ass.
The second he did that, I raised my arms, putting them around his neck, and I stood up on my tippy toes. I didn’t even have to tell him what I wanted him to do because he already knew. He knew that I wanted him to lift me up, and that’s exactly what he did. The second he started holding onto me, I leaned my head into the crook of his neck, and like I was his child, he swayed me in his arms, rocking his body from side to side. Nothing in this moment needed to be said. I think it was clear that I needed him. It was clear that I loved him. It showed in theway that I was holding on tightly to him. I literally didn’t want him to let me go, and he knew it, which is why he turned us around, so that the eggs that he was frying in the pan, he could take them out and put them on a plate.
