She laughed, but she didn’t say anything else. Instead, she just peered down at me like she had something on her mind. She didn’t say it though, instead she swallowed it and seconds later got up.
“I’m gonna take a shower.” She didn’t give me the time to say anything else because she was already rushing into my closet to grab her bag. Any time things with us got too tense she’d cut out. I got that though. I still wasn’t ready for anything serious, or so I thought, and she wasn’t the type to try and force anythingon me. Regardless of any of that I hated the moments like this with us that have started coming up too often. It was like there was so much either of us could say, but neither of us came out with it. We were both too grown for this shit, but that didn’t stop either of us from doing it. It was almost like the moments kept imploding on us to try something that neither of us were ready for.
Instead of lying there and watching her backside, I climbed out of bed and followed her into my closet. When I was close enough, I grabbed her by her waist and pulled her back against me. Of course, I wanted more from this fucking goddess in my arms, but what was to stop me from fucking it up and still expecting her to be mine? Who was I kidding at this point, she was mine regardless of what any title afforded us.
I had been messing with Toy for years and nothing about shorty had me like this. Instead, the more I knew about her the less I wanted to hear her fucking voice. It was the complete opposite with Ommy. I couldn’t hear her voice enough or touch her soul deep enough. Anytime I was in her space I always had my hands on her. I just had to feel on her no matter what. I had fucked around and formed an attachment to Ommy. I hated that shit, because no matter how much denial I tried to live in I knew what was up. Well with her, I liked to tell myself that I knew what was up, but the truth is I didn’t. Omyia had this way of making a nigga unsure of his space in her life. I of course knew how I made her feel physically, but I question what was up emotionally. Maybe I didn’t need to know because it would only complicate certain shit with us. We didn't need complications, things with us worked for me. I mean sure I had moments when I felt like I wanted more, but I got over that shit. Simplicity worked for a nigga because the last thing I needed was to be held back by anyone. Not even Omyia. After all, that is what Iconvinced myself to stop all of this overthinking that I was doing about a situation that worked.
I approached Ommy’s backside while she was bent down getting something out of her bag. She gave me the perfect opportunity to slide right into her warm slippery tunnel. Her shit was sopping and waiting for me. I could get lost behind her for hours and still not be tired.
“F…fuck.” I could hear the way her teeth assaulted her bottom lip by the way she struggled to breathe and speak at the same time.
Addicting.
I walked into my spot after a long, beautiful morning with baby girl and saw Gunz sitting in the waiting area. The nigga looked pitiful, and I could tell he hadn't done what I told him. He hadn't gone to get a job. Instead, he had been parlaying like he was on vacation.
“Fuck you doing here?” I glanced at him then continued to my destination. He followed me silently all the way until we reached my office.
He stopped a few feet away from my desk while I rounded it. He just stared at me, before he started playing with his nails and looked down.
“Spit that shit out. What do you want?” I just came out of some good pussy, the last thing I wanted was to be staring at his gargoyle looking ass.
“Has my ma called you?”
I chuckled. “Yeah, but I haven’t gotten around to seeing what she wanted. Why don’t you tell me what Tete wanted since you’ve shown your ass up here like I owe you something.”
He looked away from me, then just when he had mustered up enough courage to speak my door was pushed open. I looked away from Gunz and locked eyes with my brother. He and I had an impending meeting over some breakfast, so Gunz had to make this shit quick.
“Damn, what is he doing here?” Mari’s rude ass asked.
“Finish talking, Gunz. I have some business to get to.”
Gunz’s eyes traveled from me to my brother before he finally spoke. “My mama said can I get my job back?”
Before I could say anything Mari busted up laughing.
“Nigga what? Ain’t you like thirty-two? Why the fu?—”
“I wasn’t talking to you, Mari.”
That didn’t stop my brother from laughing. If anything it made my brother laugh even harder.
I shook my head and decided to put an end to this shit, because I didn’t really have the time or capacity for this shit.
“Aye, Gunz I meant everything I said. You don’t work for my organization any more. Go get you an hourly. You need some structure, nigga.”
He just looked at me. It was like he was shocked that I was serious. I don’t know how much weight he believed his mother held, but she didn’t hold too much this way.
“Nigga did you hear him? I heard Popeyes on Madison is hiring. Go get in there, cuz.” Namari damn near dismissed Gunz before walking over and taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of my desk.
About fifteen seconds later Gunz left my office. There wasn’t anything else to say. Gunz wasn’t cut out for the business and it was what it was.
“You know Tete is gonna call you going off.” Mari shook his head while opening his food.
“Gone ahead and give that nigga a job then.” I looked at Namari attempting to hide the amusement from my face.
“Yo, fuck you. I told you that nigga wasn’t cut up for anything but seat warming on a couch and remote using for the day.”
I laughed. “That’s your cousin.”
