“That’s good,” he replied. “I’m glad the money I give you payin’ off.”
“Whatever, ‘Lo,” I muttered while pushin’ my hair off my shoulders.
He reached out slow and brushed a strand that fell back down, slidin’ it gently behind my ear. “Can I come in?”
I opened my mouth to answer but he leaned in even closer with his eyes lockin’ on mine.
“Can I take you upstairs and make love to you in our bed?”
His voice hit me right in my damn spine. My thighs heated up before I could stop them. My heart started playin’ double dutch inside my chest.
“Kay’Lo…” I whispered.
He placed his hand on my waist and slid his thumb across my hip like he knew exactly what he was doin’.
“Can I eat your pussy tonight?”
I damn near melted. I pressed my palm into his chest to stop him but he grabbed my hand and kissed it slow and deep, lettin’ his lips drag across my knuckles.
“Not tonight,” I said, my voice soft as hell ‘cause I was already wet and mad about it.
He kissed my cheek, let out a sigh that felt like it brushed my whole ear and said, “A’ight then.”
Then he backed up a few steps, his eyes still on me like he was undressin’ me with his stare.
“If you need me, hit me up.”
I nodded and watched my husband walk away, his shoulders broad, walk heavy, scent lingerin’ behind him like temptation, and even though I tried to play it cool, my whole body was yearnin’ with need.
One thing I did know for sure was that when I got upstairs, I was takin’ a warm bath and keepin’ that water runnin’.
Because Kay’Lo Mensah had my ass hot again.
The Lennox Residence
It had only been a couple of weeks, and I still wasn’t hearing from Kay’Lo, and the shit was eating at me in a way I hated to admit.
I was not the girl who waited by the phone. I was not the girl who got pressed over no nigga ignoring her. I was usually the one who disappeared first, blocked numbers first, stopped replying first, but Kay’Lo had flipped the whole script on me and left me stuck in this weird place where I felt confused as hell and a little embarrassed that I even cared.
I kept checking my phone even though I told myself I wasn’t. I kept opening our thread like maybe the message bubbles would magically update while I blinked. I even texted him something sarcastic likeI guess you went back to your wife, but he didn’trespond to nothing. Not a hey, not a chill out, not a leave me alone. It was just silence, and the silence felt way loud as fuck.
I hated how it made my chest feel heavy so I tried to distract myself, but I still ended up on Toni’s page checking her story like I had no damn pride. She was still posting, still living her life, and she didn’t look stressed over him either. At this point, it bothered me that I cared enough to watch her, and it bothered me even more that she was the one he married. She was one he was loving publicly, but keeping me tucked away like a fuckin’ secret.
I closed out the app and sat on the edge of my bed for a second, staring at the wall like it had answers. I didn’t know what the hell he had going on, but I hated being confused. I hated feeling like somebody had tossed me to the side. Every time I called his phone it went straight to voicemail. Every time I texted I saw nothing but delivered. I had never been the girl begging for attention but it felt like he was playing in my face, and that was something I couldn’t tolerate.
Finally I grabbed my purse, snatched my keys off the dresser, and walked out the apartment. If he wasn’t gon’ answer the phone then I’d pull up. The last two times I slid through his shop he wasn’t there, but I wasn’t letting this shit go another day. I needed answers and I needed them from him.
The drive felt long even though I was speeding, and by the time I pulled into the lot my stomach was tight with nerves and irritation. The shop was busy as hell with music playing, tools clinking, and people walking around working on cars. The smell of rubber and motor oil hit me as I stepped inside, and that’s when I saw Kay’Lo.
He was bent over a luxury car, wiping down the inside of the door panel like he built the whole car from scratch. Even though I was irritated, I couldn’t help noticing how fine he looked. He glanced up, saw me, and something in his face changedinstantly. He didn’t smile, nod or even look confused. He looked irritated.
He took his time finishing what he was doing before he finally stood up, wiped his hands on a rag, and walked over to me with this look like he was barely keeping himself from snapping.
“What you doin’ here?” he asked, his voice low and rough.
I opened my mouth to speak but he cut me off before a word left my lips.
“Don’t pop up at my fuckin shop no more.”
