“I never said that. I like you, and I respect you. I like you too much to fuck you while you drunk. I’m not doing that shit, baby. Didn’t you tell me that you judge people based off their character? I’m showing you good character right now. A nigga that didn’t give a fuck about you would have fucked you while you were in this state. If we fuck, I told you that I want you to be in your right mind. I want you to be able to run the play back to me the next morning. Tell me all the shit I did to you. Rate my pussy eating skills. Boast about how many times I made you cum. Tell me how I made you tap out. If we test the waters now, you not going to be able to remember none of that in the morning,” his words were so gentle to me as he said these things.
He was supposed to be helping to calm me down, but I felt like he was making it worse. The things he was saying only made me want him to fuck me even more. Gemini pried my head from his chest, and just like he did in the restaurant, he kissed all the tears away from my face. I leaned back, while looking up at him once he finished.
“I don’t want you to go back home to Miami and have sex with those other women,” I blurted that out.
A drunken mind always spoke the truth. My true feelings were coming out. I had been in my feelings since this afternoon when Raven called him. I couldn’t shake that. Now, with the alcohol in my system, it had me expressing how I truly felt.
“I’m not worried about no other women in Miami,” he let me know.
“I feel like I’m starting to like you,” I was honest. My honesty caused him to smile.
“I feel like I’m starting to like you too,” he expressed.
“I want to feel you inside of me so bad,” I let him know again.
“When you sober, baby. I promise I got you when you sober, and you ask for it again. Right now, I got too much respect for you to do that. We got plenty of time left on this truck together. This dick not going nowhere,” he assured me. I didn’t have anything left to say after that, so I just nodded my head.
Gemini eventually lifted me up, and he carried me down to the bottom bunk. I think he knew that I was too drunk to make it to the showers tonight. He put me on top of the covers and grabbed my throw blanket. I lay on my side, snuggled with Bruno, as Gemini placed the blanket around me.
He chose to sit on the side of me, watching me. I watched him until I couldn’t anymore.
I eventually took my ass to sleep. I’m sure that I was going to feel all of this in the morning. I was going to have a crazy hangover. I’m sure of it.
Chapter 9
Gemini Black
We made it to Mississippi. We were in Jackson, Mississippi and we’ve been here since 11 this morning. I got on the road early. I had no choice but to get an early start because my first pickup was scheduled for noon, and I needed to have it delivered by 1:00 PM. From the moment I arrived in Jackson, I’ve been on the move. I had a few pickups, and deliveries today.
My workday just ended not too long ago. Here it was, a little after seven at night, and we were headed to the laundromat. The laundromat was directly across the street from the truck stop, so the plan was to park the truck, and Amina and I would be able to carry a hamper with our dirty clothes inside so we could wash our clothes.
Amina was in the back, sleeping. She was fighting a hangover. I wasn’t surprised that she spent most of her day in bed. She drank a lot last night. Let loose like a motha fucka, and now she was feeling that shit. Last night was special to me, man. I let that girl convince me to get on stage and do karaoke. Granted, I’ve never been shy, and I didn’t mind having a good time, but I’ve never done anything like that before. I enjoyed every second of it too.
If it wasn’t that that I was thinking about, then it would be the kiss. I can’t stop thinking about the kiss. I know for a fact that if Amina wasn’t drunk out of her mind last night, that I would have fucked. I had this beautiful woman in my ear, begging me to fuck her. My dick was inside my shorts screaming, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t cross that line. Too many things could go wrong. She could have woken up the next day, not remembering any of the things that she was doing, and accused me of taking advantage of her.
As I was driving, thinking about that, my phone started buzzing in the cupholder. I picked the phone up, seeing that it was my stepdad calling me. His name was Darnell. I smiled, seeing his name flash across the screen.
I went ahead and answered it, placing the phone in my lap, so I didn’t have to drive with the phone to my ear.
“What’s good, pops?” I answered for him. I didn’t refer to him as Darnell. He was dad, or pops to me. He played that role, so he deserved that title.
“Nothing much. I’m in the kitchen cooking dinner with your mama. What’s up son?” he asked me.
“Hi my baby. I miss you so much,” that was my mom that I heard. All I could do was shake my head. I was a grown ass man. 35 years old to be exact, but she still carried on like I was a baby.
“Here you go. You be ready to start. Ma, what’s up? I miss you too,” I let her know.
The feeling was mutual. Even though I loved what I did, and I don’t think that there was anything else in the world that I would want to do to make money, I do miss my family when I’m away. I had a close bond with my family. The bond I had with my mother was beautiful. Because she was so wise, I could go to her about anything, and she always had the right words to say. Gianna and I had the kind of bond where you would think we shared the same womb at one point. I was close as hell with my sister. Shesent me prayer messages every morning, telling me to stay safe on the road. She made sure that she checked in with me every night too. Darnell was the realest nigga that I ever met in my life, so our bond was just as strong.
“I’m not going to start. I’m just letting you know that I miss you. Are you still working or you’re finished for the day?” she wanted to know.
“I’m finished. I’m headed to the truck stop, and then I’m going to go across the street to wash some clothes,” I let her know what my plans were. When I revealed that, I heard her chuckle.
“How is Amina holding up? I still can’t believe that bougie ass girl got her ass on that truck with you,” she went on to say.
Everyone knew how bougie Amina was. I still get shocked sometimes seeing her on the truck with me. I really had her out here doing things that I know she never in a million years thought that she would be doing.
“She kinda getting the hang of it now. She don’t complain about anything anymore. She in the back sleeping right now,” I shared with her.
