“I would have found out. And move, Makhai.” I barely nudged him. I enjoyed being in his arms unfortunately, but I needed him to think I didn’t.
“You don’t want me to move, girl,” he chuckled. The vibrations from it had chills covering my body. “You love being this close to a nigga.”
“I do not.” I lied. “You just left another woman and came to get in my bed. You’re a piece of shit and her pussy is probably trash.”
“I wouldn’t know because I didn’t hit.”
“But you were going to.”
“Possibly, but I was thinking about yo’ ass the whole time.” He looked up at me and smiled. I could see it because the pink LED lights that circled my ceiling gave me the perfect view of hisfine ass. I normally turned them off, but I didn’t want Keona to wake up and the room was pitch black.
“That is not a compliment, so I don’t know why you’re smiling.”
“Shit is a compliment,” he laughed. “Couldn’t get right because I kept thinking about this pretty ass face and how you had a fucking attitude because I was with the hoe.”
“I didn’t think about you or that bitch after I left you out there,” I lied.
I was fuming knowing I was trying to apologize for what I’d said and hurting his feelings while he’d already recruited someone inside the club and planned to go with her for the night. I was well aware of how attractive I was and knew I was a catch because not only was I a pretty woman, but I had my shit together too.
The differences between me and the woman he’d chosen tonight, as well as the ones I’d seem him with prior, were glaring. I was more on the petite side, but still shapely. I didn’t wear barely there clothing, and I damn sure didn’t deal with men because of their status or the commas in their bank accounts.
Makhai knew who he was, just like Tristan knew, and that normally got men like them what they wanted. They could flaunt their money and social status to women and have them falling at their feet. I’d seen the shit happen countless times before. I didn’t want to be one of those women.
I wanted a man that was secure and willing to take care of me, sure, but I wanted one that was satisfied withjustme. Makhai wasn’t a one-woman man, that much he’d proven, and I wasn’t trying to get my heart broken by dealing with him knowing he’d have me somewhere sucking my thumb later.
“Well, I thought about you, so I left that hoe where she was, went to shower then came to see you,” he nuzzled his face again. “What you wearing? You smell good.”
“I’m not wearing anything. I just showered then put on some body butter,” I chuckled.
“It’s edible?” He glanced up and smirked.
I scoffed but smiled. I couldn’t help it. He was so fine, and his smile was literally panty soaking. I was doing everything I could to hold it together.
“You wish.”
“On Lord, I do, but I can wait ‘til baby girl not here.” He popped his head up again. “She been doing aight?”
“Yes, she’s fine. We’re adjusting. I felt bad about getting a babysitter already.” I confessed.
I literally cried when I left her with Ms. Joyce, my neighbor across the hall, but me and Kabria had bought tickets to Breeze’s concert and the after party months ago. I didn’t want to waste the money, but I almost didn’t go until Ms. Joyce overheard me telling Kabria I couldn’t.
She insisted that I let her keep the baby and go out after I explained everything. I didn’t have many people to help me out or that I trusted, but me and her talked often since she stayed across the hall. She said that Keona was the perfect baby when I got back to get her. She’d told me to leave her until tomorrow morning, but I felt like I’d burdened her enough.
“Why?”
I shrugged. “Keona needsme. I don’t want to leave her and put her off on other people.”
“Getting a babysitter ain’t putting her off on nobody. You had a life and shit going on before your sister selfishly put you in this position.”
“Yeah, I know, Ms. Joyce was happy to watch her, but still,” I sighed. “I won’t be doing anything else for a while.”
“Cap,” he countered. “I’m gon’ take yo’ ass out soon, so we gon’ need a babysitter.”
“Excuse me? Who says I’m going anywhere with your crazy ass?”
“Me, fuck you mean?”
“Makhai, I am not getting caught up with you.”
