Page 35 of Giving Him Something He Can Feel

“She doesn’t have to respect a motherfucking thing, not you or yo’ broad.”

Her father looked me up and down as if he was sizing me up, then shut the fuck up just like I thought he would. I was the wrong motherfucker to test like that. He peeped that though because he was silent throughout the rest of the lil’ meeting. That was good because I wouldn’t hesitate to knock his shit off. Hell, I already had aggression for him from whatJo told me about her childhood, so to be honest it would be a long time coming.

“How do you feel?”

“I don’t know. Is it okay to say that?” she asked seconds later stuffing a chip in her mouth.

“You’re entitled to that. You lost your last living relative, and you realized that today.” I pulled her in closer to me. We were supposed to be having dinner, but when we slid into the booths the air was unlike us. She didn’t speak much because she was so lost in her thoughts. That much was understandable, but I couldn’t let her stay there. “You want me to get rid of them?”

She giggled. “No, Cartier I don’t.”

“Then cheer up for me baby, cause I swear I’ll line the funeral homes schedules.”

More laughter escaped her lips. “Okay.”

“Good, cause we got something else to speak on.” My expression grew serious for a moment which caused her to perk up.

“What’s wrong?”

“Yo girl gotta stop tryna humble my brother. Nigga don’t know what to do with himself while she’s keeping it moving.”

Jovie busted up laughing like I was cracking a joke. I was dead ass serious. Though Trek didn’t tell me about his feelings, I could just tell. Nigga was in his feelings on some distant shit.

“You probably need to tell him not to play with her.”

I shook my head. “That nigga is certified, but she’ll learn that shit in her own time.”

“Just like I learned about your antics in my own time?” She raised a brow looking at me.

I had to laugh because she had me with that one. “Probably, but you made it easy for me. You wasn’t out here entertaining lil’ niggas. Hell baby you mean as fuck, so wasn’t nobody bold or big enough to approach you.”

She cackled. “I am not mean.”

“The fuck you ain’t. You turned a few of the Ace’s downand those niggas was down bad body hurt.”

“But you still tried yo’ luck.” Her face held a questioning expression.

“Wasn’t no luck. We was cool for a few, kicked it in the same circle and you let me get to know you. Peeped you had something different about your mindset, and you wasn’t shit like the birds you chilled with.”

She nodded. “You could’ve asked me and I would have told you that.”

“You probably would have, but I had to see that for myself.”

She nodded. “And then?”

“We both got fucked up that night and you let me between your legs.” I licked my lips just thinking about her slippery slope between her legs. “You fucked up then because I was hooked, using Taylor’s ass to get you to come out.”

“Really?”

I nodded. “Shorty was willing to do whatever to stay in my face. Knowing I wanted you and to be in your face she was willing t?—”

“Keep bringing me in your space. Trifling as fuck.” She shook her head.

“Not for me, because it worked, and I got you. Gut full of my seed and we ‘bout to be theHuxtablesin a few years.”

If nothing I said made her laugh, that sure did and it brought a smile to my face. It was something about being able to make her happy or brighten her day that elevated my own happiness. On me, that’s how I knew she was for me or we wouldn’t have been so in sync…so connected.

Virtue

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