Page 20 of Giving Him Something He Can Feel

Slowly I put my face in the camera, attempting to hide the smile that threatened to push through onto my face.

“Who is that?” She failed to mouth silently. Iwas pretty sure he heard her because he had a smirk on his face.

“You’re mighty bold to be gang banging through folks FaceTime like you know them, huh?” I asked peering at him. Aylo was just as fine as I remembered from that day.

He laughed, showing that dimple on his left cheek.Damn.“I’m a bold ass nigga if you didn’t know already.”

I chuckled. “Now I know.”

He nodded. “I wanna take you out tonight. Can I do that?”

I hesitated because number one I wasn’t even in the city. “I’m not in the city right now, I had to?—"

“Bitch you better.” Of course Jovie’s voice filled the space.

“Where you at? I’ll come get you.”

I looked up mugging her, before looking back at the screen. While she sat across the room nodding her head like a damn fool, he had sat the phone in his lap while I assumed he drove.

Completely overwhelmed, I dropped the phone and glared at Jovie. “I came here to be here for you, not abandon you.”

“Girl death is death. We’ll all deal with it at some point in our lives. Go out, enjoy your night I’ll be here when you get back and we can even go get my niece in the morning.”

I looked at her for a minute, before I shook my head no. I wasn’t that hard up for no man to be out here abandoning my girl in her time of need.

When I picked the phone up and unmuted it, I spoke. “I would love to, but tonight isn’t a good night. I gotta be present for my friend.”

He nodded his head. “Then when is a good night, beautiful?”

Jovie clapped her hands across the room. “And that’s how you clear a bitch.” She was attempting to whisper but failed once again because he laughed.

“Gimme a day, I’m on your schedule shorty… one condition though.”

I tilted my head forward waiting for him to tell me the condition.

“I want yo’ whole day.”

“Hmm. That sounds attainable.” I had no other response but that vague shit. He was forward and from the few moments we spent on the phone straight to the point.

“Good, now save my number, baby girl. I’m finna get into something, but I’ll hit you in a few.”

“Okay.”

We hung up moments later and I could feel Jovie’s eyes on me.

“I ain’t never dated a Mafia nigga, but on me that shit sounded smooth. Like a cold glass of milk with two Oreo’s type of smooth.”

I cackled. “What is wrong with you?”

“You!” she pointed. “Not only do you have the leader of the Ace Boys eating pussy, but you got the fucki?—”

“I didn’t ask for any of this. What happened to the vanilla niggas? Corporate and polished.”

“Chile please. If one of them stepped to you today or tomorrow he wouldn’t even be able to get the pussy wet. Sahara desert down there. Bitches don’t want good men, we like hood men. The ones that do illegal shit, keep it to themselves and bust caps in niggas asses. We like them.”

As much as I wanted to disagree, she was right.

“But anyway, are you going to go out with him?”

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