As I walked over to the shower, pain shot through my body. My muscle tissue was damaged from the fire, and the healing brought pain. I was bent over tryin’ to bear what coursed through me.
My prescription was gone, and Tylenol didn’t seem to do the trick. I looked over at the gift basket that was sent as a welcome home gift and spotted a bottle of tequila.
The steps I took to get there were even painful. I snatched up the bottle and unscrewed the top as fast as I could. I spent thirteen years in prison. One drink wouldn’t hurt. Turning the bottle up, I took a gulp or three.
That alcohol touched my lips, and I felt at home. It was funny how the warmth from the alcohol overpowered the pain. I instantly felt relief. Alcohol was my medicine.
I stood in front of the dresser mirror looking over my attire. Prison did my body good. The polo and slacks fit me comfortably without having to adjust anything.
Pastor Gills sent over the address like he said he would. When I googled it, I fucked around and dropped the damn phone. I had no idea they were living like that.
Money didn’t cross my mind regarding Spot until then. If I got in her good graces, then maybe she could look out for me and move me into somethin’ better. It wasn’t goin’ to hurt their pockets.
I grabbed my car keys, took another swig from the bottle, and headed out the door. I had a twenty-five-minute drive to get to them. It was half past five already, so by the time I arrived, dinner should’ve been ready.
Unlike Pastor Gills, I pushed a ’09 Honda. The money I had back in the day was completely gone. Thanks to one of my side pieces, I was able to have that duplex when I came home.
I drove to my destination, feeling relaxed physically but nervous mentally. Sweat was starting to surface, and I couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol or the heat outdoors. My car didn’t have AC.
My eyes couldn’t blink fast enough when they saw Pastor Gills’ shit. He had my daughter living nice. If I found somethin’ laying around, it was good as gone.
I pulled into the driveway, popped a piece of gum in my mouth, and then sprayed on some cologne. I needed the scent of alcohol off my breath. If either one of them smelled the liquor, I was out the game.
The car was put in park behind a black-on-black G-Wagon. The money was front and fuckin’ center. Gettin’ out, I said a prayer and made my way to the door.Here goes nothin’.
Gills
Not telling mama about Jourdell slipped my mind when she slipped my manhood into her mouth. Anything I had to say was sucked away. I didn’t need head from Journei, but since she supplied it, I wasn’t turning her away ever again.
I could tell it was her first time, but if it was a prize for amateur dome, she got it. Her teeth scraped a few times, but that was nothin’ a lil’ practice couldn’t fix. Her mouth was as wet as her canal, and I loved it.
She walked around the house upset with me as we got ready. She felt like I was springing this on her, but her head simply made me forget. I didn’t remember myself until the chef showed up.
Her frustration was understood. Givin’ Jourdell a chance was somethin’ she had just thought on doin’, and with him coming over for dinner, it kind of seemed rushed. Those weren’t my intentions.
“My daughter better not come out with no attitude. I tell you that!” I yelled from the shower.
“Nigga, fuck you. You’re lucky if I even allow your sneaky ass to see my fuckin’ daughter!”
One thing she wasn’t goin’ to continuously do was threaten my time with my child. That pissed me off each time she tried to take it away. That was gettin’ nipped in the bud.
I finished up my shower, walking out bare and wet. I didn’t bother to wrap up, because Journei needed some straightening right then and there. I found her in the closet in just her panties, leaning against the wall with her head back and eyes closed.
Whatever she was in her head about was about to be cut short. My hand was around her throat before she could take her next breath. On impact, her eyes sprang open, and I could see the fear behind them.
I wasn’t there to scare her, but she needed to understand every word I was about to say. My child wouldn’t be used in any bull junk we had goin’ on.
“I love you, and because of that, I show you the utmost respect. However, if you threaten me with my child again, I promise you you’ll be sharing a grave with yo’ ex-wife. Am I clear?”
I didn’t stumble over my words, nor did I mumble. They came out at a perfect tone and clear. I wasn’t playin’ about my child. She had me messed up on every level with that one.
She slowly nodded, and I was satisfied. I released my grip and wiped the tear that fell. Like I said, I wasn’t there to scare her, but I wasn’t to be tested either.
Placing my lips on top of hers, I parted her lips with my tongue. Regardless of how she was feeling, she let me in. Her moans flowed from her throat to mine, making me rise to her cry for pleasure.
My hand trailed from her throat to her breasts to fondle with her nipples. I loved that woman, and just because I had to check her didn’t mean the attraction stopped.
I broke the kiss and backed away. We exchanged stares until I smiled, causing her to break and laugh. I was glad that wedidn’t wallow in that area for long. I loved the good time we could have.
