I'm tired of black men...but then again I'm not

Justin

I hold my pretty woman tightly because it's not about me; it's all about her. I know this is hard for her, but I will show her, our race is minium, and our love will overcome every obstacle, as long as we have each other.

If I have to show her every day that I'm not going anywhere, that's what I'm willing to do.

She needs a genuine strong man to hold her down, and I will be that for her.

I never wanted any woman the way I want Shay. She's changing something in me. She makes me want to move mountains for her. And I will do that and whatever it takes to see that smile and hear that laugh of hers every day.

I wipe the tears from her gorgeous face. "It's okay, baby."

"I'm a mess," she wipes her eyes with a slight smirk. I'm confused about what she is talking about; Shay can never be a mess; she is beautiful, even when she's sad or mad. If she is a mess, she's a beautiful mess.

"Lies, you can never be a mess" I look into her pretty brown eyes, still holding on to her tightly.

"You're just saying that," she laughs, pressing her head to my chest.

"Maybe," I shrug my shoulders and smile. She punches me delicately, and I laugh at her attempt.

"Baby, you can never be a mess to me, and that's real" I kiss the top of her forehead.

"You're truly the best" she wraps her arms around me, which is the best feeling in the world.

"I know," I look down at her, "Come on, let me help you clean up this mess." I reach down and start picking up all the gifts I brought her off the floor. She bends down and helps me, and we do this in silence as she leads me to her bedroom after picking up every gift.

Her room is so her. It's well-decorated and smells so good, just like her.

She has a white satin curtain draping from her golden canopy bed, with different plants surrounding it. It has a bohemian feel to it, which is so Shay. She is genuinely a flower-child and so comfortable in her skin, making me love her more each day.

She invites me to sit on her bed with her, and I oblige. She rubs her fingers gently across mine.

"I want to thank you for sticking up for me the way you did. I really appreciate it" she stares into my eyes firmly then looks away. She's so damn shy, but it turns me on.

"Shay, are you fucking kidding me. As your man, that's what I am supposed to do, and you shouldn't expect anything less! What kind of men have you dealt with in the past?" I put my hand on her chin, forcing her to look up at me.

She pulls away from my touch. "Not the best, that's for sure" she looks down then back at me with a slight grin, and I can't help to think who would treat her poorly, not a man in his right mind, that's for sure.

I pull her into me, and her head falls onto my chest, and we lay like this, in silence, just enjoying one another until it's time for her to get ready for work.

Shay tries to keep my hands off of her as I watch her sexy plump self get dress, and I have never seen anything hotter in my entire thirty years of living. Damn!

She is finally fully clothed, and I pull her pretty ass between my legs, groping her.

"Justinnn," she laughs, "baby, I'm going to be late for work if you keep messing with me."

"I can't help myself. You shouldn't be so damn delicious and tempting." I squeeze her juicy ass.

"Whatever," She giggles, then pulls from my grip, and I continue to gawk at her.

She argues with me about dropping her off at work. I lose the battle, and she drives herself to work before I kiss her goodbye and tell her I will call her later.

I feel the void as she drives off until my phone vibrates in my pocket. I quickly glance at my screen, and I have eleven text messages and twenty missed calls. Back to reality. I was enjoying Shay so much I almost neglected my own fucking business.

I immediately start returning calls and answering text messages.

I save my mother for last. I'm not ready for her to lecture me on any and everything. From holding onto our family legacy and following behind my father's footsteps.

My mother can be very overbearing sometimes.

I own my own fucking business, and you would think she would be happy for me but nope, still not good enough for her.

"Justin?" she picks up on the first ring.

"Yes, mother. How are you?"

"You move to Arizona, and you feel like you no longer have to reach out to your mother?"

"No mother, of course not. I've just been busy with getting the clothing store facilitated."

"Still no excuse, your father and I will love to have your attendance at our annual Christmas celebration, and you will attend without any resistance. Your sister and her fiancé will be attending as well, and I will expect the same from you. You are welcome to bring a female guest as well. Do you have a young lady in mind?" She finally allows me to speak.

"Yes, I have a girfri-" I stop myself, but I think it's a little too late for that.

"You are dating someone?!" I hear the excitement in her voice.

"Uh, yeah, kind of." I lie.

I know Shay, and I have just made it official, but I'm still skeptical of how my family will accept her being black.

They aren't races and have a few black friends of their own, but I know how my parents can be about keeping our legacy secure within our own culture.

Yes, I've dated black women before, but KaShay is the only woman I've ever wanted to bring home to my parents. And I'm not sure how they will take her not being caucasian.

Not until now have I questioned dating a black woman.

Fuck!

"Kind of...? What does that mean, Justin? Put that prestige education your father and I paid a ludicrous amount of money for and use your words!" She commands.

Damn, I forgot how smug she could be.

"Well, it's fresh, and I'm not sure if we will still be together by then, but if we are, I will be happy to bring her mother," Fuck my life!

"That's fantastic! I will put you down for two and will let your father know. We love you and check in more often. Bye for now."

"Bye," we end the call, and I can't help but think, what the fuck did I just commit to?

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