His stubborn, entitled behavior at times, and his court cases were the main things telling me to walk away and slam the door in his face. “I’m not waiting forever.” I kept the attitude in mytone because I didn’t need him thinking shit was sweet. If I had time to stand outside and give him hell, I wouldn’t have given in so easily.
“I don’t want you to.” Huncho placed one finger underneath my chin before tonguing me down like a person fresh out of prison that had been denied human affection for years. Just as my pussy began to ache, he pulled back.
“I’ll call you later. My ass is about to go home and go back to sleep. I feel like I’ve been sleeping my life away.
I simply nodded. “Josie, I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into,” I mumbled opening the door.
The next morning, I cooked breakfast for the girls then began juicing. I liked to juice especially after I got back from vacation and had been eating bad. I almost felt like a sucka because despite everything I said to Huncho, I was making him various kinds of juices. I wasn’t lying when I told him he had to come to me healed, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t care about the man at all. I just couldn’t care more than he did. Of course, his flareups would be frequent if he wasn’t taking his medication while drinking and smoking on a regular basis.
He’d never have a decent relationship with his mother if he kept avoiding her and refusing to be nice to her. The doorbell rang as I was twisting the cap onto one of the glass bottles I’d filled with juice.
“I’ll get it!” Serenity made a move to hop down out of the chair she was in.
“Oh no you won’t. I got it.”
“It’s probably just mommy.”
“You can’t assume it’s your mother. I already know you would have answered the door without asking who it was, and that’s dangerous.”
Sure enough, my sister was at the door, and she looked unusually pale. “You okay? You and Hymn went too hard last night?”
“We absolutely did. I feel like stir fried shit,” she groaned.
“You want me to watch the girls until tonight? I don’t have anything planned.”
“No, I got them, but thank you for the offer.”
I knew women of childbearing age probably got sick and tired of not being able to have a simple ailment without pregnancy being mentioned, but I knew my sister. And I knew how she looked the last time she was pregnant. Pale and light like a vampire had sucked all the blood out of her. I kept my opinion to myself because my sister knew her body better than me or anybody else. If she suspected she was pregnant, I was sure she’d take a test. And if she was, she’d tell me when she was ready.
I gave the girls a hug and told them to be good for their mommy. Once they were gone, I bit my bottom lip and called Huncho. I was very interested to know what steps he planned to take to get himself together. But there would be no pressure from me. If he cared, he would act accordingly. He answered the phone in a raspy, sleep filled voice, that made my kitty ache.
“I made a few juices. There are a few different kinds. Green juice, watermelon juice with ginger, and mint, and pineapple, orange, and lemon. I can bring them to you if you want them, or you can come by and get them.”
“You can bring them to me. I’ll text you the address.”
“Okay.”
I didn’t have any plans after I left Huncho’s place, so I really didn’t care to put much effort into my appearance. My outfit of choice was a pair of dark grey sweats, a matching long sleevedtee, and sneakers. I brushed my hair into a ponytail and put a baseball cap on. Even dressed down, I had to smell good, so I mixed two of my favorite fragrances and placed the bottles of juice in a bag. I lived in a pretty nice area, but I was still surprised that Huncho’s condo was less than five miles from me.
He had given me the code to get inside the building, so I was able to walk right in. The lobby smelled like lavender, and the floors were so shiny I could basically see my reflection in them. Everything looked so pristine and elegant. The doorman, a middle-aged white man smiled at me, and I returned the gesture. I walked to the elevator and waited patiently for it to open. Classical music played softly from speakers mounted above the elevator.
When the elevator doors slid open, I had to stop my mouth from falling open as one of my favorite rappers stepped off. I couldn’t be in the lobby of his home acting fanned out, so I simply gave him a small smile while my heart was beating a mile a minute. Fuck. I eased onto the elevator and pressed the button that had number twenty on it. I wondered who else lived in the luxurious building. I was sure it was pretty dope to live in a place where you might run into an athlete, rapper, actor, or actress in the elevator.
Huncho’s condo was at the end of the hall. The scent of lavender followed me all the way to his door. I knocked and seconds later, Huncho answered with tired, red eyes. He donned black basketball shorts and no shirt. “What’s up? Thank you.” He reached for the bag while I eyed him with concern.
“You think you need to go to the doctor?”
“Nah. Not yet anyway. I took my medication yesterday and today. Still haven’t been smoking or drinking. I’m hoping this shit will wear off in a day or two.”
“Do you need anything else?” I looked around the neat space. The condo smelled good and was spotless.
“You.”
“Huncho,” I sighed.
“I’m just saying. Come lay down with me. We can watch a movie. I won’t try to have sex with you. I promise. I just want to kick it with you. Is that okay?”
“I have a date in about two hours. I have to go home and get ready.”
