Page 9 of Make Me Remember

KJ laughed loudly. “What did Unc say?”

“That nigga said he didn’t know whether to be pissed or impressed. She walked off before he could even respond to her.”

“Aww yeah. She the one!” he said excitedly as he laughed.

I slowly shook my head as I stared at my phone. I typed her name in and sent her a text message. I didn’t know if she would read the card or not, but I needed her to. I really am sorry about today. I could see you got in your feelings a bit. If you wanna talk about it, I’m here.

Just as I was about to ask KJ about Cassie, the door opened again, and it didn’t take any time for me to know who it was.

“Nigga, where you at?” Jess yelled.

Her ass was always the loudest in the room. When she walked around the corner, she smiled big. “Where my girl at?”

I frowned. “What’chu talkin’ ’bout, Jess?”

“Mekayla AKA Miss Chatmon, nigga. You knew who I was talking about. Quit playing with me.”

“You missed her. She left about thirty minutes ago,” I said as I glanced at KJ.

She went to him, and he stood and hugged her. “What’s up, Jess?”

“Too much and not enough.” She turned her attention back to me. “How you feeling? You hungry?”

“Yeah, but I’m gonna go to the diner today,” I said as I glanced at KJ again.

He nodded with a smile on his face. “Hell yeah. Our nigga is back.”

“Hol’ on though. Jacob, you sure you can be on it like that?”

“Yeah, Jess. I can be on it as much as I can tolerate. Miss Chatmon encouraged it.”

“Okay. If you say so. So that means we ain’t gotta be here every day all in your space then.”

“Jess… why you gotta be dramatic? I told y’all from the beginning y’all didn’t have to do that shit.”

She rolled her eyes and pushed me in the head. It didn’t matter how old we got, she would always treat me like her little brother. She was always protective of me, but it got even worse with this shit.

“Oh! And why the fuck you in here with the door unlocked? Anybody can just walk the fuck in here and take yo’ ass out!” she said matter-of-factly.

I pulled my gun from the cushion of the sofa, pointing it at the ceiling. “Plus, your uncle left it unlocked after Miss Chatmon left.”

“Why you calling her Miss Chatmon?” KJ asked.

“I only call her Mekayla when I’m talking to y’all. She insists on being professional,” I said while rolling my eyes.

Mekayla knew I had her body on another level. I noticed every time she glanced at my dick. She wanted me as bad as I wanted her, but for some reason, she was fighting that shit. If she gave in to me, she would see just how I would take care of her body. My uncles taught me how to treat a woman. Those lessons surely got by Joseph. That nigga was beating my mama for breakfast, lunch, and supper. I didn’t understand how she was enduring that shit.

I stood from the couch, and KJ stood as well. “Can you drive?” he asked.

“Naw. I’m on pain killers, and it hurts to lock my leg and flex my foot.”

“A’ight. I got’chu.”

My phone chimed as KJ handed me my cane. I grabbed it from the couch to see it was from Mekayla. My eyebrows lifted slightly, because I almost didn’t expect her to respond. I opened the thread. I’m okay. Thank you.

That was it. I slid my phone in my pocket as Jess looped her arm around my waist, babying me like I couldn’t walk at all. It was a shame that she still treated me like a baby. I was almost thirty-three years old, and she was treating me like I was five. She babied me more than Mama did, and that was saying a lot. My brother, CJ, didn’t come along until I was eighteen. So I was her baby for a long time.

When we got outside, I waved at Christian as he drove by. After seeing us outside, he backed up in the street and put his window down. “Y’all going to the diner?”

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