Canyon let her get in the car. He walked back to his car borderline pissed. He couldn’t be mad at Cheyenne for coming home from prison. He was glad she was free, but why couldn’t he have met Yohana last year? In six years, he hadn’t found anyone that he wanted to move on with. Now, as soon as Yohana entered his life, it’s all of a sudden decided to let Cheyenne out of prison. Canyon knew that no matter which way he turned, he was going to have a hurt woman to deal with. The pain in Yohana’s eyes made him feel some type of way. He had assuredher his marriage was over, and it wasn’t. Maybe he looked like a liar and a fuck boy to her, and he didn’t like that.
Not even three hours after her release from prison, he had made Cheyenne cry when his dick wouldn’t get hard for her. He tried for damn near ten minutes to enter her with a flaccid penis. He stroked it up and down her slit, she caressed him, kissed him, he even ate her pussy, and it didn’t work.
“You just had sex recently?” Cheyenne asked with tears streaming down her face. The fact that her husband couldn’t even get hard for her hurt.
He had, but Canyon knew that wasn’t the reason. “I’m just tired, Cheyenne. Give me a minute.” He placed a trail of kisses along her neck while he closed his eyes and thought of the last time he had sex with Yohana. All of a sudden, he was brick hard. Cheyenne forgot all about the embarrassment and the tears stopped when he entered her forcefully. She gasped from the act and from there, they had sex. Mind blowing sex for her and just something to appease her for him.
That morning, he had to talk her out of trying to come get a massage with him. Cheyenne could feel that Canyon’s energy was off, but she was too happy to be free to stress it. She had caught him by surprise, and it had been six years since they were together. She knew that she had to ease back into their marriage. Whatever he had been doing and whoever he had been seeing, it was a wrap. His wife was back.
Kirah looked up at Amar. His arm was around her, and they were cuddled up on her couch watching a movie. “You gon’ miss me while I’m gone?” She was leaving in the morning to go to Miami for four days with her homegirls.
“I might miss you a lil’ bit,” he replied, and she playfully pinched him.
Her trip would be the test for him. Amar would be able to see if he really would miss her. Since Heiress was no longer in the picture, he saw Kirah every other day. She was becoming a constant in his life, and it was nothing he had done on purpose. It just happened that way.
“What time your flight leave?”
“Three pm.”
Amar’s phone rang, and he looked at the screen even though he knew if it was business, he wasn’t answering. It was almost 9 pm, and he was done for the night. He saw that Heiress was calling, but he didn’t answer just out of respect for Kirah. He silenced the phone and placed it back on the couch, but then he started thinking about what she might want. He hated to ignore her. The movie ended twenty minutes later, and he removed his arm from around Kirah. He rarely spent the night with her just because he didn’t want to get into that habit. They were getting closer, but they weren’t in a relationship. If he started spending the night all the time, that’s what she would start expecting. Amar was still single, and he didn’t even want to start the routine of being questioned. Her period was on, so they couldn’t have sex.
Amar stood up and pulled some money from his pocket. All he had on him was $3,000, and he gave her $2,800 of it. “I’m ‘bout to be out. Have fun in Miami and be safe.”
Kirah stood up, and he smacked her on the ass. She stood on the tips of her toes and kissed him before walking him to the door. In the car, the first thing Amar did was call Heiress back. When she answered, it sounded like she had been crying.
“Are you busy?” she asked in a nasally voice.
“Nah,” Amar replied slowly. “What’s good?”
“I got a call today that Kevin had been released from jail. That nigga barely did two years for what he did to me. I’ve been fucked up all day. I’m not scared that he’ll come looking for me, I’m just I don’t know. I started drinking, and then I started crying. I’m a fucking mess.”
Amar wasn’t used to Heiress being vulnerable. Even when she would wake up from having nightmares, she never talked about it. “Where you at?”
“I’m at my apartment. I’m not in Chicago anymore.”
“You want me to come over?”
“Please.”
Amar ended the call and went to her with no questions asked. On the way to her apartment, he thought about the fact that he had just left Kirah. But he was single. Amar could do what he wanted to do. When Heiress let him in the apartment, he could see that she was stressed. Amar took the red plastic cup from her hand.
“If this is what has you so emotional, then you need to stop drinking it,” he stated in a gentle tone. Heiress wasn’t generally an emotional person. At least not in front of him.
“I don’t even know why I’m freaking out. Were you busy? Were you with her?” she bit the inside of her cheek while she waited on him to reply.
He damn sure wasn’t used to her questioning him. Amar raised one eyebrow. “Does it matter?”
“Yes, it matters. It matters because you wanted me. You weren’t taking pictures for her to post on the gram a month ago. I went to Chicago, and I changed the dynamic of things. Now, you want her.” She looked like she was about to cry, and Amar concluded that she had to be drunk for real.
“Heiress, why does who I want matter? You needed me, and I came.”
“Kevin fucked me up, and now I can’t be happy. I deserve to be happy, and I want to be happy with you.”
Amar exhaled a small breath. “You need to call it a night.”
“I’m not drunk! I’ve been drinking, but I’m not that drunk. I’m miserable. I’m miserable without you in my life, but I don’t want you to love me. Every nigga that ever loved me or claims that he loves me gets crazy as hell. If I try to end things, I get beat on and damn near killed.”
“First of all, I’m not like any lame ass nigga that you’ve ever dealt with. I’d never beat a female because she didn’t want to be with me. That didn’t have a damn thing to do with him loving you. Them little ass boys you used to fuck with, and a grown ass man are two totally different things, baby. I can assure you of that.”
