“Thank you,” she said, kissing me.
That simple kiss turned into a deep, passionate kiss. The more time I spent talking and being around Tatiyonna, the more I fought the urge to become possessive and make her mine. It was why the conversation would come up; I always brushed the shit off like this was just a fuck thing. I knew deep in my soul I wanted this woman. The thing holding me back was herhusband. Letting her play with my heart wasn’t something I wanted to deal with. I knew the shit that I was capable of doing to someone who hurt me, and she was way too precious a jewel. Now her nigga, that was still out with the jury.
“What?” she laughed as I broke the kiss.
“You better be careful,” I said.
“What’s in the bag?” she took a sip of champagne.
“Scoot back and lean back,” I told her.
I reached under the water, grabbed her leg and placed it on my chest as I grabbed the box out of the gift bag, removing a three-karat white gold tennis anklet. I clasped it on her and kissed her feet.
“Wanted to add something to these toes. I thought it would be sexy when your feet are on my shoulders as well.”
“It’s beautiful. Thank you.”
We bathed and got out so she could open the remainder of her gifts. Besides my sister and my mother when she was alive, I had never spent money on a woman like I did with Tatiyonna. Seeing her smile with each bag I placed in front of her did my heart some good. She was worth it, and I wanted her to know it.
“I feel like I owe you an explanation after you did all this to make me feel special today. I decided to go to marriage counseling with my husband, but it was a disaster,” Tatiyonna said.
My jaw clenched, but I kept my cool. I knew what I was getting myself into when I put my face in her pussy. Was I mentally ready for her share her pussy with that nigga again? Fuck no.
“You’re quiet,” she said.
“Nah, I’m listening.”
“This doesn’t mean I’m taking him back, Jah.”
“Shit, I ain’t worried. We’re doing what we’re doing. I’m not tripping.” I ran my hand over my waves.
“Why do you always remind me of that?”
“Shit, I got to say it to remind my muthafuckin’ self. It’s for me, not you.”
“Say what you’re trying to say, Jah.”
“This shit we’re doing is not what I want to be on. I want you to myself. Every time I get a notification from your ass, it brightens my day. I’m constantly thinking of ways to be around you or call you without seeming like a bugaboo. This shit ain’t easy, and now you’re telling me you’re thinking about giving that nigga another chance.”
“I never said that.” She looked at me, confused.
“Tatiyonna, you ain’t got to front for me, baby,” I told her. “Tell me this, though. Who is your husband?” I looked at her, waiting for an answer.
“His name is Kileen. I’m sure you’ve seen him on a few billboards around town,” she rolled her eyes.
Not the nigga I was doing business with. His lame ass was the one causing her pain. I squinted at her, trying to get the visual of why she was letting this nigga drag her through the mud. Then it hit me, I pulled Tatiyonna to the edge of the bed and ate her pussy so good that even if he thought he had a chance, she was going to forever think about me. Fuck that nigga.
TWELVE
TATIYONNA
Two days with Jah still wasn’t enough time. It was my birthday, and he had put it on my ass so good this morning that the rubber popped, and I was rushing home after leaving CVS to take the Plan B I had bought. What I wasn’t expecting was Kileen to be sitting his ass on my doorstep with balloons and gifts. I pulled my visor down and brushed my hair. The big ass passion mark that was on my neck was standing out like a sore thumb. I could easily lie and say it was a bruise on my dark skin. Balling the drugstore bag up, I threw it in my purse and got out of the car.
“What are you doing here?” I rushed by him so I could open the door.
“Where have you been? I’ve been here every day since we left our first session. Is that cologne I smell on you?”
“Kil, what’s up with the questions? What is it that you need?” I asked with an attitude.
