“Man, come here.”
“No,” Tish cried, trying to pull out of his embrace. “Just let me go.”
“Nah. Stop all that crying,” Heavy urged.
He held her while she got a few tears out before pulling back. Tish swiped her nose, refusing to make eye contact with him.
“We had a good run, a’ight. Ain’t no need for the tears, T. You breaking a nigga’s heart,” Heavy said, adding insult to injury.
Tish scoffed, putting space between them. “Imagine that.”
She didn’t glance at him again before heading to her bedroom. Heavy scratched his scalp and glanced at the incoming call on his phone. The woman who had captured his heart was calling because she couldn’t sleep and was thinking of him. Meanwhile, he was about to leave another woman, who would likely have a restless night.
Tish returned to the kitchen with a thick envelope in her hand. She held it out for him to grab and exhaled when he did. Heavy looked down at it briefly before sliding it into the pocket of his hoodie without counting. That immediately caught her attention.
Her brows knitted. “You’re not going to check it?”
“Nah.”
There was no need to. Despite everything, he did trust her. Maybe not with his feelings, but with his money. Plus, she hadn’t been short since he told her to talk with her brother. At least she got through to one of them.
“Funny,” she muttered. “You trust me with your paper more than you trust me with your heart.”
Heavy stared at her and sighed. “Tish…”
“No, it’s cool,” she quickly interrupted, shaking her head before tears could start again. “I’m done. I heard you loud and clear tonight.”
Not wanting to hear anything else from him, Tish walked toward the front door. Heavy followed behind her, trying to think of words that wouldn’t further piss her off. Unfortunately, he came up empty-handed. Whatever he had to say wasn’t what Tish wanted to hear, so it’d never be good enough.
“I guess this is it,” Tish somberly said.
Heavy cleared his throat. “Yeah, I guess so. Take care, a’ight. If you ever need?—”
“What I need you can’t give me, so save it, okay?”
Her words shut him right on up. Nodding, Heavy leaned in for a hug that she did reciprocate. It lasted longer than it should’ve, crumbling Tish’s resolve and her heart all over again. She wanted to tell him that she loved him, but she swallowed the words. Her ego had been bruised enough for the night.
Pulling away, Heavy kissed her cheek. “Be safe, a’ight.”
“Yeah... you, too.”
Watching him leave was more hurtful than him not showing up at all. She locked the door behind her, wondering where things went wrong and why, but it didn’t matter anymore. For the first time in years, Heavy felt like an ending to something was for the best. It was the start of something new. He was closing a chapter of his life in hopes of beginning a new one that came naturally.
It’d never beenon Cyren’s bucket list to get fucked out of her sleep, but here she was. Halfway awake, taking straight pipe while Heavy pressed firmly into the small of her back. His length and girth were worth writing home about. Send a four-page letter, through priority mail, if you will. Cyren had so many words to describe how she felt while he stretched her walls to capacity.
Pleased.
Fulfilled.
Delighted.
Thankful.
Content.
And Lord, forgive her... blessed.
It was truly the Lord Himself who had crafted Heavy into the man he was, so he was a blessing. Cyren’s body trembled as he licked down her back and smacked her ass. She threw it back, putting the pussy on him so good, Heavy had to pull out of her.
