~Jayden~
I had been dating Shamara officially for a month, and things between us were hot, I mean more than hot. She was always sexy in her power suits or lounge around clothes, and I couldn’t help but to pull her in with the way my body was built. Shit, I had to keep workin’ out just to take my mind off tossin’ her ass in the bed, and takin’ my sweet time with her to drive her crazy. Though she was always attractive, I couldn’t help but to notice her innocence, or her quietness.
There were certain things we’d talk about and she’d get a little quiet after a short pause, like how when I talk about me and JJ she pauses and gets all hush on me. Or, when I say things like how I used to think I wouldn’t make it past twenty, she definitely freezes up.
“What are you doing later on tonight,” she asked me in a text.
I moved into my own place, not too long after I got home, and we still couldn’t stay away from each other. But lately, we’ve been apart, and it’s like we were both suffocating. I had to give her space, though. We couldn’t be around each other like we were once, and it seemed to be killing us both.
“Just hangin’ with the boys,” I texted back. “What about you?”
“I guess I’m just going to watch a movie… alone… in this big house… and just think about you.”
“You do that, and I’ll come through later.” Truth be told, my loins were screaming at me of how stupid I am to have two bad ass gorgeous women like the ones I had, and I still ain’t had sex yet. Right about now, I’m really wanting to answer to their call.
J, it’s your play,” Maurice told me, shaking his head at him missing a corner pocket on the pool table for the second time in a row. I straightened my cue and shot, hitting my eight ball where I wanted it to go.
“Now pay up, bitch,” I joked, holding my hand out to him.
“Highway robbery,” he complained, unfolding four one hundred dollar bills to give me what he bet.
“What’s highway robbery is your child support payment,” James laughed, rollin’ up somethin’ fat in a cigar; somethin’ I hadn’t touched in a long while.
“Man fuck ya’ll. I only pay child support for seven of 'em.”
“I’m surprised Yonna ain’t got yo’ ass on child support, cuddy.”
“Me too,” I huffed, plopping down in one of his recliners in his man cave. “I guess she see’s that I’m a good dad, but it’s comin’ sooner or later… whenever the hell she signs those papers.”
“She ain’t gon’ sign ‘em J , you know she ain’t,” Maurice squealed, slapping my shoulder before he sat. “That woman is as in-love with you as I am with money. She ain’t gon’ shake you.”
“Shake these nuts,” James told him, jokingly, blowing smoke from his mouth.
“She need to gon’ and get. How you gon’ cheat on a nigga, but get mad when he do it, then bring my nephew into this world, makin’ everybody believe somebody fathered him when he didn’t? Top it all off… she still ain’t looked for you when we all went to prison, cuddy. All that shit wrapped up into one says walk the fuck away.”
