Page 13 of Giving Him Something He Can Feel

“For what? I’m not at home and it’s five in the morning.” I glanced over at the clock momentarily before my eyes went backto my board.

“I know that. Had yo’ ass up at four in the morning running that mile so you cou?—”

“No, really. It’s called stalking.” I couldn’t help but chuckle as he ran down my very early day’s events over the phone like it was normal.

“You about to buzz me up or not? ‘Cause I could go give this egg frittata shit to the homeless lady under the overpassing.”

Giggles escaped my lips as I walked over and pressed the button near the light switch. He knew how to get up here.Food… fucking food.

He hung up seconds later, leaving me to stare at this damn board until I heard his footsteps moving through my space.

“Eat.” I heard him sit the carton of food down before I turned around and looked at him.

“How did you know I didn’t?”

“Despite what you think, I don’t only just pay attention to yo’ backside. Kind of got a nigga studying and fucking stalking.”

“So, you admit it.”

“That what I gotta do to get you to see this how I see it?”

I laughed. “And how do you see it? Matter of fact what is it?”

Shaking his head he of course took a seat in my desk chair, before pulling it back so he wasn’t eating on my work. Yes, my desk was full of shit and a complete mess because I was in the middle of three projects. “Us.”

I couldn’t control the laughter that spilled from my lips. “Us, and what am I missing? When has there ever been anus?”

“When I ate the pussy. When I nutted in you. Then I ate yo’ pussy again. Then I took my ass in that Walgreens and bought that Plan B to kill my junior. Shit whe?—”

“Now Cartier. I know I’m not the only female you’ve had those experiences with.”

He shook his head. “Nope. You are. Kind of shit bonds us for life, don’t you think.”

I didn’t have a response at first. “What abou?—”

“No bitch can ever tell you I put my mouth on her or even touched her without the latex between us.”

“We were drunk that night though, we could’ve slipped up. You know like humans do.” I had to rationalize what he thought bonded us for life.

“You ever slipped up with a nigga?”

I shook my head no. “It was a first for me as well.”

“Exactly.”

“So, what does that mean, Cartier? You know you, and I know me. We’re better as friends. Not to mention you’re fucking Taylor and God knows who the fuck else.”

Of course he nodded his head. “I ain’t saying I wanna be in no relationship or any of that. Shit I guess I could be yo’ friend. Thing is I’m the only fucking friend.” He put the emphasis on fucking making sure I knew what he meant.

I laughed. “Do you hear yourself? Only fucking friend. You just wanna fuck and du?—”

“No, ‘cause the friend part is in there. We friends, shit homies. So we chill and all that shit. See how I bought you breakfast?”

“I’m still not fucking you behind Tayl?—”

“That’s done. I already told her that shit.”

I crossed my arms across my chest. “And why on earth would you do that, especially if you didn’t know what I’d say to you.”

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