I nodded quietly. Our talks always went deep like this. It felt like therapy.
“Did you ever forgive your sister for sleeping with your first husband?” I asked.
“I forgive her now since the bitch is dead.” She spat out coldly.
The energy in the room shifted, suddenly I wanted to change the subject. I made a mental note not to ever cross Rellianah. Killing people seemed to be her answer to everything, family included.
“King told me not to talk to Monty anymore,” I redirected our conversation.
She choked immediately on the blunt.
“Girl don’t tell me that shit!” She burst into laughter.
“That brings back memories! Cream tried the same shit! Let me tell you how to handle a nigga like King!”
And just like that… another wild Rellianah story began.
Chapter 15
King
2 weeks later
“Tell them to run my numbers back to me through email and those numbers better be correct Hussle.”
I hung up the phone, trying to bite down my frustration. I was back in Mississippi checking up on my moms and handling some unfinished business. Shit back in Cali was running smooth, or so I thought until my cousin Hussle called me telling me about my numbers from two of his main trap spots that I supplied was running short. Shit like that was a no go and I expected him to make the shit right before I came back home next week.
“You want a massage baby.”
I shook my head no and reminded Arielle to call me King. Words like baby was a bit much for me and too intimate for her. We were fuck buddies, not lovers. I always been direct not candy coating shit with any female I dealt with. I wanted some pussy while I was out here, so I offered for Arielle to take this trip with me. A crazy part of me wished it was Layloni’s sexy ass. I even tried to call her to ask, but she had changed her damn number. If she thought that would keep me away, she was sadly mistaken. It was good that she didn’t come anyway; I knew this state was too much for her. Sad memories and also too soon for her to return.I loved the way she was blossoming as a woman, and I didn’t want to stumble her by bringing her here.
So, one of my favorite fuck buddies was suffice enough for me. Arielle was beautiful, light bright with deep dish dimples. Her body was stacked although I preferred natural curves over bought ones. She was a nasty freak and could relieve me in minutes just by the freaky tricks she had up her sleeve.
She tried that clingy shit, but I checked and reminded her of the position she played. I had her on call for over a year now, which was too long. I had yet to find another woman who could deep throat me as good as her with no gagging reflexes.
I couldn’t give most women what they sought after in men. One thing that was promised from me was a good time, their pockets being laced, and me being a gentleman. The biggest difference with the women I fucked, and Layloni was, I thought about her even when I didn’t want to. I still didn’t know what I was on with her, all I knew to be true was that she had me possessive over the pussy.
Before I fucked Layloni, there was a magnetic pull between us, that made me create distance. My comfort zone since my dad died was not talking much. She pulled that right out of me, forcing me to say more than one word. She could look me deep in the eyes and make me feel uncomfortable, like she was staring right into my soul. She was felt pure even though she was tainted by that bitch ass nigga G.
Layloni was trouble for me in the best way possible and didn’t even know it. I couldn’t even help the thoughts or visions that came to mind when I thought of her. I wanted nothing but the best for her. Although deep down I knew I wasn’t what was best for her. Her changing her number proved that I was right. She knew it herself, now it felt too late because I didn’t see myself pulling back anytime soon.
My phone rung, pulling me out of my thoughts. When I glanced at the name displayed on the screen, I cracked a small smile. I instantly wondered why I was being blessed with a call from this woman when she never called unless it was business or partying, something she liked to do on her free time.
“Yo,” I spoke, waiting to see what it was Rellianah wanted. This woman was so demanding, worse than a nigga could be. I didn’t see how Cream dealt with her spoiled rotten ass.
“Nigga, don’t ‘yo’ me with your one word having ass. I’m calling to get straight to the point about my friend.” She smacked her lips.
My brows rose, I sat up and massaged the back of my neck before speaking, “Friends? Since when did the infamous Rellianah have friends?”
I gave her more than one word this time because she really had me intrigued. I considered Rellianah a friend, her and Cream. They helped me a lot and were kind when they didn’t have to be. Let Rellianah tell it, her brother and her two old bodyguards that she gave her dynasty over to where the only real friends she claimed she had. She called everybody else associates of hers. She’d never have to admit it to me because deep down I knew I was considered a her to her. Her husband Cream had no problem with introducing me as their close friends.
“Cut the bullshit King! Layloni is my friend, nigga! The one you asked for me to watch… had me going to a foreign place to get my hair done at… then, I started to actually like the girl. Hell, I don’t know why but she’s my friend now. You and everybody else know how I feel about someone I consider a friend, right?” Her voice dropped a couple of octaves.
“Are you threatening me?” I sneered.
“No King… I don’t threat, I promise and end up making shit happen,” She clarified. “Back off her. She been through toomuch, and she still fragile as fuck, and deserves good people around her.”
“I’m not good?”
