Page 9 of Make Me Forget

“It’s a surprise. You’ll see when I cook it.”

Truth was, I couldn’t think of anything to tell him. I would really have to get a recipe from her now. There was no way I could tell him I was going to Kendrall’s house. He probably wouldn’t even remember this conversation. Ever since I slugged him with that vase, his memory hadn’t been the greatest, and he had problems learning things. There was some shrinkage called brain atrophy. He didn’t rest after the concussion, and it caused lasting damage. I felt horrible about that shit.

Regardless of what he did, I was responsible for what I did… how I responded. I should’ve just left. My heart wouldn’t allow him to struggle alone. He was trying to get disability. Honestly, he could’ve pressed charges against me and probably still could. I would lose my job if he did, because I wouldn’t even fight it. I fucked him up for life, and he could choose to do the same to me.

Had I broken up with him before I left, I wouldn’t have felt as bad about sleeping with Kendrall. That shit was so good. I knew it felt even better because I was feeling vulnerable, sensitive, and thinking about how close we used to be. I was also thinking about where we would have possibly been had he given me a chance way back when. It was not my intent to spill all my feelings on him, though. Telling him how much I loved him and how hurt I was back then was a mistake.

I grabbed my keys and headed to my car. I hated lying to Mesani, but at the same time, I was a tit for tat nigga sometimes. Whenever I lied, I justified it with his affair, knowing he had to be lying about his whereabouts at some point. When I got to the car, my phone chimed, alerting me of a text. When I saw the message, I wanted to roll my eyes and orgasm at the same time. It was Kendrall.

I hope you on your way. I would hate to come find yo’ ass.

He talked so rough sometimes, but his actions were just the opposite. He was so sweet, just like Mr. Kenny. I liked that rough talk though. I texted him back. Nigga, I’m leaving home now.

A slight smile formed on my lips as I backed out of the driveway. Hopefully, he was home alone. It was a Saturday, and I remembered that the Hendersons liked to turn up together on the weekends. It was still somewhat early, so maybe we would have some privacy.

As I got on Highway 90, my phone chimed again, so I allowed the car to read it. You gon’ be late.

I slowly shook my head. I knew I was playing a dangerous game when I slept with him, but that was why I was trying to distance myself from him. I loved Mesani. I love Kendrall too. Even if I wouldn’t have injured him, I probably would have given him another chance to get it right. I knew a lot of women didn’t see it that way, but I didn’t care. This was my life, and whatever I chose to do with it was my business.

When I got to Nome, my phone started ringing. When I saw it was my mama, I had to send her to voicemail. Kendall Daniels was my saving grace. The way she stepped in to take care of me without knowing a thing about me was beyond admirable. When she fell for my daddy, I couldn’t have been happier.

I got out of the car and hurriedly made my way to his back door. I didn’t want anyone seeing me, especially Mr. Kenny or Mrs. Keisha. They would recognize me. I wasn’t too worried about everyone else. Before I could knock, he opened the door shirtless, with his hair everywhere. My eyes practically rolled to the back of my head.

“You aren’t playing fair, Kendrall,” I said as I walked inside.

“This my house, Cassie. I could have been butt ass naked in here if I wanted to be.”

I huffed then sat on the couch. I rubbed my hands on my jeans because my palms were sweating. I was so nervous. For some reason, I didn’t think he was going to be as easy going as he was the last time we talked. He was receptive to the boundaries I set and had told me that he would always be here for me. I could tell he was hurt when he said that, but he wasn’t as aggressive as he had become.

He sat next to me and handed me a bottle of strawberry lemonade tea. He knew I loved that Crystal Light concoction he made. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. So I’m gonna go first. When I finish, there may not be anything for you to say.”

I swallowed hard as I stared at him. The man had me weak as fuck. I wanted to straddle him so bad. I only nodded. On my way here, I’d gone over in my head everything I would say to him, and now my damn tongue was paralyzed. I could clearly see his dick print through those shorts, and it had my mouth watering, remembering how I sucked his shit dry seven months ago. He grabbed my trembling hand and rubbed it between his then kissed it.

“Cassie, I love you, girl. I really do. I know you got some shit going in your life. I just want to be a part of it. Real shit. I can be patient, but please don’t deny me access. I need you. You got a nigga tripping. I guess I’m saying, let me be yo’ nigga on the side for right now. Eventually, I’m gonna want more, but I can’t be without you while you figure shit out. You got me in here sounding weak as shit, girl.”

“You love me?”

I felt like I was hyperventilating. How was I going to do this? How was I gonna be with two men? I was in love with two men. How in the fuck was that possible? Kendrall pulled me closer, and I couldn’t help but do what I was thinking a minute ago. I straddled his lap, going against everything I was planning on the way here.

“Yeah. I love you so much, Cassie. These past months, only seeing and talking to you sparingly has been hard as hell for me. So, this is what I was thinking. Maybe you can go to a competition with me every three months and see me in Nome every other weekend, if I’m in town. I mean, I’ll go to Lamar and take your fucking class if I have to. I just… I can’t do this shit without you. That nigga don’t love you like I do.”

I lowered my head and whispered, “Sing to me, baby.”

Kendrall used to sing all the time, talking about that was how he was going to get his first taste of pussy. We were only thirteen or fourteen at the time. I was hoping we could have been each other’s firsts. He would always be singing old school songs or country. He had a gorgeous voice. I felt like if he didn’t get into cutting, he would have pursued a music career.

“Lies and deceit, I know you feel this with your man…”

I immediately recognized “I Should Be…” by Dru Hill. The words to the song were hitting home. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled my hips closer. Feeling his dick between my legs was unraveling me even further. He continued singing softly as the tears welled up in my eyes. I blinked in rapid succession, trying to keep them from falling. It worked until he stopped singing and asked in a soft voice close to my ear, “What’chu gon’ do, baby? You gon’ leave me for good?”

I shook my head, and tears fell down my cheeks. Why did this have to be so difficult for me? Had Mesani just been horrible and making one bad decision after the next, it would have been easier. He’d been practically perfect before this, as far as I knew. But I couldn’t resist Kendrall. That was why I was trying to keep my distance, especially after we had sex.

There was subtle flirting before, but after we crossed the line, I knew I wouldn’t be able to go back to the other side if I spent too much time with him. After experiencing that Henderson dick, there was no way I would be able to stop. Mesani had good dick too, but I didn’t know what it was about Kendrall’s. His lovemaking took my body places it had never been.

He pulled my shirt over my head and unfastened my bra in record time and immediately latched on to my nipple like he was a newborn. The way he slowly sucked caused my eyes to roll. This was what it was. His foreplay and attention were top tier. That was one of the things that made him irresistible.

He pulled away and stared at me. “So you agreeing to my terms, Cassie?”

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