Page 11 of Hooked on Loving Him

Recounting the story with my brothers a few days ago still has me feeling like a simp from the effects the unknown woman caused me. I sat in my car with Honesty huffing and puffing like she was seconds away from blowing my house down for fifteen minutes before some nigga pulled up to help the woman out. Seeing him nearly had me wanting to get out and knock him out, simply because the woman called him for help. I stared hard at the interaction between them to ensure the nigga didn’t kiss orshow her any affection once he’d changed her tire. I didn’t share my promise to the woman with my brothers because I hadn’t quite processed the declaration myself.

I’m not sure what made me tell her that shit, but the words flew from my mouth before I had a chance to stop them. I would have tried to get the woman’s number if Honesty had not been present. The way my heart beat in my chest while looking at the unknown woman had me ready to drive to the nearest emergency room after dropping Honesty off that night. What’s crazy is that I didn’t have a clear picture of the woman due to the darkness of night and the intense rainfall. I could never tell my brothers how I wanted to kiss a woman I couldn’t see, yet my heart is still longing for today.

I don’t understand why I’m still hung up on her ass, shit.

“Call Masani for me, right quick,” I say to Kyce as his brows hike in question, pulling his phone from his pocket and dialing his wife while placing the call on speaker.

“Hey, babe. I thought you were with Jawaan and Kayshon,” Masani says when the call connects after the first ring.

“I am. Uh, how are you and my babies, though?” Kyce asks.

“We’re fine. Enjoy your brothers, Kyce. You don’t have to check on us,” Masani says sassily, like Kyce is getting on her nerves, causing me to chuckle lowly.

“Pussy whooped ass,” Jawaan mumbles.

“Actually, I told him to call you, sis.” I interject before Kyce can respond as he flicks Jawaan off.

“Oh. Hey, brother. What can I do for you?” Masani asks cheerily, letting me know Kyce is definitely on her nerves, and he frowns instantly.

“Damn. How did this nigga get all that excitement when you married me?” Kyce asks.

“Hush, Kyce. What do you need, Kayshon?” Masani asks.

“I was just wondering if you’re still looking for a woman for Jawaan and me,” I say.

“I hope not. I thought we agreed that her voodoo tactics wouldn’t be good for us,” Jawaan says before Masani can respond as laughter echoes through the receiver.

“It’s above me now, my brothers. At this point, you two need to take it up with the Master, because all I can say is that His grace is sufficient,” Masani says.

“What? Nah, Masani, that doesn’t work for me. You’ll have to pray and tell God I was playing. Single me works best for me,” Jawaan says, pleading.

Hm. I wonder if I already met her without knowing it. Nah, neither God nor Masani would have me meeting the woman like I met old girl.

“Awe. I’m sorry, little brother. Again, you need to take it up with God. My work is done, and it's above me now,” Masani says, laughing, causing me to return to the conversation. My heart rate elevates when an image of the woman flashes before me.

“Do you know who the women are?” I ask lowly.

“Yep. She saw them at church but wouldn’t point them out for me,” Kyce provides before Masani can reply, causing my chest to pinch from the knowledge of it not being the woman from the other day.

Damn. Well, I guess I should be happy about that, but damn. I thought for sure I met the woman Masani has been praying about for me to meet.

“Oh, so she’s a churchy holy roller like you, sis?” I ask, ignoring the tightness in my chest. Jawaan shakes his head with a deep frown and wrinkles stretching across his forehead.

“Honestly, neither of them are regulars at the church, but I’m familiar with both of them,” Masani provides.

“Tell me this, big sis. Will I be rubbing my crusty feet on her or sleeping in the room with Cleo if you and God win this battle?” Jawaan asks.

“Fuck all that. What does she look like?” I ask the question swimming around in my mind.

“All I’ll say is neither of you will be disappointed. Now, I gotta go feed the girls. Love you both. Kyce, I see you when you get home.” With that, Masani ends the call, leaving me with more questions than answers as my stomach drops into my shoes.

Now God, I’ve already put my stamp of approval on a woman, so I need your plans and mine to sync. I would hate to sabotage your plans, but ole girl already felt like mine, so yeah, let’s agree to agree on this one.

A few days…

“Why are you getting dressed so fast? I thought we would spend the morning cuddling before I make us some brunch,” Honesty asks.

“What the fuck are you babbling about?” Frowning, I pause, tying my shoes to look over my shoulder at Honesty, who is holding the blankets against her naked body.

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