Page 26 of Giving Him Something He Can Feel

The toddler nodded, then slid back down the cabinets and went back to whatever she was doing on the iPad.

Peach glanced down at her daughter to see what she was doing. “You got a lot of fucking nerve, coming over here and insulting me.”

“Stop cursing.”

“Nig—Cartrek I know like hell you didn’t come here to ins?—”

“Nah I didn’t. I apologize for that. Something ‘bout you gota nig—me on some selfish shi—stuff.” Here I was telling her to stop cursing but it was hard as hell for me.

She folded her arms over her chest looking at me for a while longer before I guess my answer sufficed. “Not that I answer to you, but no I didn’t screw him.”

“But you went on a date with him.” I didn’t mean to say that aloud. That shit bothered me.

“And you got your di—thing sucked in your car. Since we’re listing events.” She leaned against the island peering at me.

I was about to speak, but baby girl stepped from behind the island scratching the top of her head. She looked to be leaving the kitchen to go in the back of the apartment. Then she turned around.

“Too loud, Mama.” She looked from her mother, then at me as if she just realized I was standing in her kitchen. Seconds later she was standing in front of me, studying me like her little ass was grown or something. “Mama who?” she asked.

“He’s fro?—”

“Hey pretty girl, your name must be Adorie.”

She smiled. “Yes. What’s yours?”

I leaned down on one knee getting to her height. My name is Cartrek?”

She nodded. “Trek.” She took it upon herself to shorten my name.

I chuckled.

“Can you stop making Mommy yell, Trek?”

I was taken aback by her sassiness, but she had that shit honest. “Yeah, I got you lil’ mama.”

“Good, bye.” Then she pranced her ass out of the kitchen toward the back of the house.

“Don’t you go messing with that dog, Adorie.”

“I not,” she sassed from afar.

When it was just Peach and I, she folded her arms giving me a look like she wanted to curse my ass out. “Why Cartrek?”

“Cause I like you and I ain’t liked nobody since my wife,” I admittedhonestly.

She was taken aback by my honesty. “And where is your wife?”

“Dead.”

Cartier

The last thing I wanted to do was be in a club chilling Ace style, especially when that shit was no longer appealing to me. I don’t know what the fuck had come over me, but a nigga was on a different wavelength.

My eyes went from grazing the room to the beautiful woman at my side. She sipped on the club soda and cranberry, while vibing to the music.

Throwing my arm around her shoulder I pulled her in closer to me, so I could whisper in her ear.

“You ‘bout sexy as hell in here.” I had been telling her that shit all night. She was probably tired of it at this point.

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