Page 18 of I Need It

Once I got it loaded and the straps over the tires, Mr. Ceasar shook my hand. “I really appreciate your help, Mister Henderson.”

“Call me Christian. It’s no problem at all.”

“You really like my daughter, don’t you?”

I slid my hand down the back of my head as he chuckled. He didn’t pressure me to respond to his question though. “I can see it. Mya is very independent and stubborn. Like, I know you can see this car needs work and tires, but she’s determined to handle shit herself. She’s hardheaded too. I suppose some of that is my fault. I told her she didn’t need a man for shit she could do for herself.”

He slowly shook his head. “She took that to the extreme and ran with it. I just hope she can see a good man when he’s standing in front of her and towing her car all the way to Houston.”

I gave him a slight smile as he continued. “Well, she was signing papers when I left out, so they’ll probably be wheeling her down in a lil bit.”

“Okay. I’ll wait right here. Then y’all can follow me to the diner.”

“Okay. You wouldn’t happen to be related to the people who own Henderson rice, would you?”

I smiled slightly. “Yes, sir. My grandfather started the company. My uncle runs it now.”

“Wow. That’s great. Well, let me go get queen attitude before she starts blowing me up. It’s kind of hot today.”

I nodded and got in my truck. Mya was not about to let me tow her car to Houston. Had it not been for her dad, that shit would have been sitting here until she could get it. I slowly shook my head at the thought. My phone chimed, and when I saw it was Courtney, I dropped the phone in the console. I swore, she was gon’ get on my fucking nerves. I didn’t even stop by yesterday. My better sense told me to keep going. I blew through China so fast I barely saw it.

She’d been blowing my fucking phone up since last night, even after I responded to her to say I wasn’t going to make it back to her. The way she was blowing me up only made me happy that I didn’t stop. She was acting like a whole ass fiend, and I was the damn plug. I picked up my phone and opened the message anyway to see what the fuck she was talking about now.

Hey, Chris. Please call me back. I have a favor to ask you.

Hell to the naw! I wasn’t about to start that shit. She could kiss my ass. I immediately blocked her ass without responding. We’d been reacquainted for one day, and she was already asking for a second favor. Fuck that. The first favor was me fucking her when I did. While it was good, I wouldn’t have done that if she wouldn’t have thrown herself at me.

I slowly shook my head as my phone rang. When I saw KJ’s number, I answered. “What’s up, bruh?”

“Man, did you know Courtney’s ass was back?”

“Yeah. I saw her yesterday when I repaired that A/C in China.”

“Aww shit. You fucked her, didn’t you?”

“Well, when I came back in the house, she was on the couch fucking herself. So yeah.”

“Man, that bitch ain’t right in the head, man. I think she on that shit. She was just at the diner looking for you.”

“Aww fuck! I’m gon’ have to put a restraining order on her ass. Did she get ignant in there?”

“Naw. She was just looking for you. Spoke to Aunt Chrissy and hugged her. Auntie didn’t even know who the fuck she was.”

He laughed, and I laughed too as I thought about the facial expression my mama probably made after she left. She’d give love to anybody who wanted it, but I knew she was probably trying to figure out who she was. “Man, I think her ass would have been like that even if I hadn’t fucked her. Just the fact that she’d seen and talked to me was more than enough.”

“You prolly right, but the dick got her even more motivated. I thought you were done with random pussy?”

“Nigga, I was until I walked back in and saw that wet shit she had exposed.”

He laughed more. “Where you at? Uncle Marcus said you came and got the flatbed. You coming through the diner today?”

I rolled my eyes. “Uncle Marcus is starting to act like Uncle Storm. I’m gon’ fix his ass when I get there. I’m at the hospital, helping Mya.”

“Mya? Who is—Ooooh shit! That’s ol’ girl you was helping to her room! Daaaammnn, nigga! You feeling her like that?”

“Yeah, and I can’t stop the shit.”

“Why you wanna stop it though?”

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