Page 24 of Giving Him Something He Can Feel

“Fuck, I’m cu—” I bit into my bottom lip killing my own sentence and slamming my eyes shut while my hand gripped her hair to hold her head in place. I loaded up her mouth seconds later.

“Have you ever been here before?” The voiceoutside my car was familiar.Too damn familiar.

My eyes popped open looking for the source of the voice. I found it moments later, shit locking eyes with the person it belonged to. She looked even better than she did the last time I saw her. Shit, the last time I touched her.Too bad moments didn’t last forever, because within seconds the voice in the car with me was no longer in my lap.

The eye contact broke when I’m guessing she spotted Shelly’s head pop up, shit almost at the same time a car chirped, and her question was answered.

“Nah Mama, I tol’ you I’on be having time to check shit like this out.” He grabbed her hand seconds later and they walked into the restaurant.

“You know them?” Shell asked now in the passenger side of the car fixing her lipstick.

“Nah.” Pissed was an understatement, but who was I to be pissed. Not only was I seconds off a good nut, but Peach wasn’t my bitch. Her keeping company with that Mafia nigga shouldn’t have bothered me, but it did.

It fucked up my focus for the rest of the day. My meeting with Shelly was a fucking bust, because after all of that, I dropped her ass off and went home. I needed to do some fucking thinking because I wanted to do some reckless shit. That nigga was too comfortable touching her, too comfortable in her fucking presence. What the fuck was she even doing with his ass? Better question why was I even tripping over a bitch that wasn’t mine? This was some bullshit, and I fucking knew it. Affected by whatever the fuck she was on with old boy. I was having a good ass day up until I saw her ass, up until she let that nigga touch her.

I could’ve had the whole breakfast joint sprayed, but I didn’t. I didn’t because that was out of character for me. Giving a fuck about her being around that nigga was out of character for me. Good thing I didn’t show that shit though, because the last thing I needed was for her to see it. For anybody to see it. A nigga needed to regroup and focus on the money like I been doing. Onenight with Virtue shouldn’t have had any effect on that. I fucked and ducked females all the time, so this was no different. Except the fact that not only had I given her a nickname, but she ducked my ass. This wasn’t over though, on me I’d be in her space soon.

It took everything in me not to go back to that fucking restaurant and fuck some shit up. I had to remind myself that she didn’t belong to me, even though the way her body bent to my will told me I had some sort of claim. Did I want that shit though? Probably not, but the thought of another nigga touching where I touched pissed me all the way off.

Without another thought, I dialed up this nigga named Facts that we trusted to handle sensitive and technological shit for us. Of course he was Ace, because wouldn’t nobody do what he did.

“Yeah, my G,” he answered on the first ring.

“Get me the rest of what you can on Virtue Wilson. Remember shorty I had you send the laptop to?”

“Yeah I remember.”

“Get me err’thing you have on her. Also, send her address and shit to my phone.”

Bet, I’ll have it to you before the night is out.”

After I hung up with him, I went to take a shower. I had to show face at this Ace event tonight, then I had some other shit to see about.

What I didn’t anticipate when I got out of the shower was to see that Facts had gotten me what I needed so fast.

The first thing I did was send her a message.

Me:You better not let that nigga touch you.

After I saw the message deliver, I smirked before tossing my phone back on the bed so I could get dressed.

Like all Aceevents this motherfucker was packed. Bitches who wanted to be chosen, and niggas with too much liquor in their systems. Too bad my head wasn’t in it tonight because I had somewhere else I wanted to be. Somewhere else I wasabout to be.

“You ‘round here looking like you got other things to do.” My brother’s voice to the left of me broke my thoughts.

“Cause I do. Why you all in my shit?”

“Cause I can be, nigga. She ain’t coming, she got her daughter.” He assumed I didn’t know that already.

“Ain’t nobody looking for shorty.”

“The fuck you ain’t. I see it all in yo’ eyes.”

“Fuck I’m looking for her for when I already know where she at.” A chuckle escaped my lips just as Jovie walked up. Within seconds he had his arm around her shoulder and he was pulling her into him. Nigga was on some straight up possessive shit and all I could say was about time.

“Sup, Jo? You finally stopped shattering this nigga’s ego?”

She giggled. “Something like that.”

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