“I see what you did there.”
I giggled girlishly. “Whatever comes from this, I’m with whatever decision you make,” I said, kissing her forehead.
“You think I may be pregnant?”
“I don’t know, Cousin. He did just get out of prison.”
“Prison! Bitch, I’m pregnant as fuck!”
I doubled over in laughter. “Stop being dramatic.”
“Ali, how am I going to have a jailbird’s baby? That nigga has super sperm and basehead dick. He’s about to take all my tax moneyandmake me cash out my 401k!”
“Raeley, stooop before I pee on myself! Please be serious!”
“Iamserious.”
“Well, you better start making those life decisions.” I laughed. “Come on because I’m starving.”
“Girl, I’m about to plan my escape!” We both laughed and headed out the door.
It was Wednesday,and I had been on cloud nine since Sunday morning. For the past three days, Basil had been nothing short of amazing. Now that I had fully embraced us dating, he had been practically in my skin, and I enjoyed every moment of it. On Monday, he took the kids, his nieces and nephews, and me to the movies to seeMufasaand made a whole show of it. He painted the kids’ faces like little cubs; well, the girls’ faces since the boys weretoo oldfor baby stuff, as they put it. I thought it was super cute, and it made me fall even deeper into his magnetizing realm. It was so bad that I sucked his dick in the bathroom while the kids played at the arcade.
Shame.
On Tuesday, he and I enjoyed a romantic candlelit dinner on the rooftop at Sexy Steak. Everything about that night was amazing, and sex was out of this world. Just thinking about it had me pressing my legs together to stop the heartbeat between my thighs.
My cell rang on my desk, pulling me from my lust-filled haze, and I looked at the caller ID, seeing Raeley’s name across my screen. I paused from looking over a case file and answered.
“Hey, Rae-Rae.”
“Ali, save me, please,” she whispered into the phone.
I frowned. “Where are you? And why are you whispering?”
“I’m downtown at the 36th District Court.”
My frown deepened. “What the hell are you doing there?”
“Prison bae showed up to my house this morning . . . I think his ass followed me home after the party. Ali, I let him fuck me again, and now he has me at the courthouse, trying to marry me.”
“And you actually let him take you?”
“He lied to me! He said we were going to a brunch spot downtown but had to stop by here to see his P.O. first. I should have known better. Probation officers ain’t at no damn courthouse!”
I was silent for a moment before I burst into a fit of laughter. I didn’t mean to laugh at my cousin, but this was beyond insane. Trayvon was a damn nutcase. That one night had his head gone, and she wasn’t too far behind him.
“It’s not funny, Ali. Please come and get me. I’m scared,” she whined.
“I’m sorry, Cousin. I don’t mean to laugh, I swear. It’s just funny to me that his ass actually swindled you to go down there with him.”
“What if he tries to kill me if I don’t marry him?”
“First, I’m pretty sure his ass doesn’t want to go back to prison, and I’ll shoot for the maximum sentence and win. Secondly, Basil will kill him if he tries to hurt you. You know he believes he’s your favorite cousin now. Third, I doubt he tries to hurt you when you got his ass wrapped around his finger to thepoint where he’s trying to trap and marry you after four days of knowing you.”
“You have to give me some details on him, Ali. I know Basil told you something about him. Like, how is he going support us? What job does he have? What the fuck did he do to go to prison anyway?”
“You didn’t think to ask him any of this while he was putting you through the floor, Raeley?”
