I burst out laughing and his ass looked at me like he was deep in thought.
“Yo, don’t fucking laugh, Troop. I’m serious as fuck. It can happen.”
“Nah, not to me. Trust me, I’m good on that,” I said with a nod.
Thirty minutes later, I pulled up in front of Los’ building and he reached in the back and got his shit.
“We chilling tonight or what?”
“Not tonight. I got plans.”
“See, that’s that shit right there. Married with two point five kids, Troop.” Los pulled the handle to the door and placed one foot on the ground before he looked at me. “And a gotdamn dog. Not even a real one either. One of them cute type of shits women like.”
“Get the fuck out of my car with all that,” I said and laughed.
“Ay, I’m speaking the truth, but I’ll get with you soon. Just hit me up when Sophie lets your ass out to play. Tell her I said what’s up, though.” Los got out and leaned down to look at me again. “Two point five, just remember that shit,” he announced before he shut the door and headed toward his building.
It had been three weeks since the party at my place and she and I had been chilling pretty heavy. I had her ass wide open, doing shit she wasn’t used to. We’d go to dinner and fuck in the bathroom or chill in Harlem at Ginny’s listening to local artists who thought they would be the next big thing out of New York. Most of our time was spent in my world, but she was comfortable with that, so I didn’t complain.
Problem was, she had me neglecting people on some serious shit, most importantly Orin. It was getting harder and harder to dodge her and she had even shown up one night while Sophie was there. I had just knocked her walls down so Sophie was taking a bath and didn’t know, which was good. For the first time, I was with someone I didn’t want to feel disrespected by the other women in my life, Orin included.
I didn’t want to get rid of Orin just yet because we had been rocking for a minute and I didn’t know what me and Sophie were. Right now, it was just fun, but I was feeling her. She had me doing shit I didn’t do, like chilling on a regular basis, falling asleep with her in my bed and loving it. When she wasn’t here, I missed her, and when she was, I didn’t want her to go. Regardless, I wasn’t about to be locked into anything. That wasn’t my shit and I didn’t see that changing anytime soon.
“Oh shit, Sophie.” I pushed her head down further into my lap and she took it like a champ.
When I felt my head hit the back of her throat, my teeth sank into my lip for a minute and I gripped her hair, pulling her up because I was about to cum. I tried it once beforeand damn near choked her ass, so I respected it wasn’t her thing. Covering my dick with my hand, I exploded into it with my eyes closed and my head back against the sofa.
I opened my eyes just in time to see Sophie standing over me with a pleased grin on her face as she handed over a warm wet towel, which I used to clean up then handed back to her. When she left again, I tucked my man back into my jeans and waited for her to return. When she did, she climbed into my lap and leaned into my chest with her shoulder while I placed my hands on her thighs to hold her in place.
“I need to ask you something,” she said, running her fingers across the tattoos on my forearms.
“What’s up?” I asked before I kissed her temple.
“My father is having a black-tie event for the board members and some of our biggest clients. I was wondering if you would go with me.” Her eyes were on me now as she waited.
I really wasn’t feeling that for two reasons. One, if her father was hosting, that meant he would be there. I wasn’t the “meet your family” type because that meant commitment. Even though Sophie and I had been kicking it pretty solid, nothing about us was defined. The other reason was because Orin had already asked me to take her. She modeled for her father’s company, which I found out was one of Sophie’s clients. That was how she ended up at all their functions, like the night I’d escorted Orin to one of Prescotts’ events.
I was still dealing with Orin, though not as much because Sophie took up most of my time. Even though what we had held no more definition than me and Sophie, I wasn’t about to be stuck in the middle of them. The fucked up part was I was more concerned about Sophie feeling some type of way about me and Orin than about Orin feeling some type of way about me showing up with Sophie.
“When is it?” I asked, even though I already knew because Orin had filled me in.
“Next Friday,” she said, sounding hopeful. “And I’m not trying to set you up. You can just be my date. I’m not trying to introduce you to my family as my boyfriend or anything.”
I smirked and looked at her. “Word, you don’t want them to think I’m your boyfriend? It’s like that?” I had no idea why I even said that shit, knowing it was about to backfire.
“No, I mean if that’s what you want and you’re okay with that, I am too. We just never talked about it. I just didn’t want you to think I was trying to force you into anything. I’m okay with you just being my date.”
I chuckled at her rambling. It was cute as fuck and she came off as sixteen right now, not twenty-six.
“How about this, let me check on a few things and I’ll let you know. And as for the other thing, I’ll be whatever you want me to be. I’ll leave that up to you.”Fuck was I doing? Come on, Troop.
I was stressing, but it made her happy. At that moment, it was the right thing to do.
“Good enough.” She beamed then kissed me. “Now, I’m starving. So can we go eat?”
“Yeah, we can do that. Let’s go.” I stole one last kiss before she slipped off my lap and rounded the sofa.
When she disappeared into her room, my hand moved across my head and I exhaled. I had a week to figure this shit out, but I had a feeling I was about to lose one of them. Sad thing was, it wouldn’t be Sophie.
