Page 39 of Giving Him Something He Can Feel

He accepted it, doing as I asked within seconds. Then his hands found their way to my hips pulling me back against him. Then he turned us around to the mirror, locking eyes with me through it.

“I’ma do the dash behind you, wifey. Regardless of what you say or how you probably think it’s too much.”

Totally rested back in his arms, I nodded. “I hear you.”

“Good now get yo’ ass dressed. I’m tryna chill in the crib all day, but it’s hard to do that when we gotta run out and get shit to eat, right?”

Before I could offer a response, he slapped my ass and told me to hurry my ass up. I did just that too, and we left the house less than thirty minutes later.

Of course we argued the entire way there, because neither of us knew what we wanted to eat and couldn’t agree on anything. While I wanted Mexican he wanted fried chicken and french fries. Nigga wanted a hood meal out of the house with the mild sauce included. Where the hell we were finding the mild sauce I didn’t know, but according to him there was a store out west that sold it.

We eventually settled on nachos with french fries instead of chips. Though he hated the idea, he was willing to compromise as long as the taco meat was ground turkey and not red meat. That would take some getting used to because Cartier didn’t eat red meat at all. That meant as long as I had been with him at his house I’d eaten mostly turkey besides the oneWendy’sburger that had me on the toilet for hours, because let him tell it my stomach was no longer used to the harshness of red meat. I love steak, so that was fucked up. Low key I had to because I had a shellfish allergy out of this world. We compromised though, and it was cute. Well not cute, but very adult-like and I liked it.

“What do you want outta life?” Cartier’s voice took my attention from the road ahead carrying us to his place.

“Happiness, fulfillment. Fullness.”

“In what terms?” I felt his eyes.

“I know nothing is perfect, but I want somethingclose. I wanna create a life so beautiful that I don’t find myself regretting a thing. I just wanna be in a state of peace, and happiness at my best self.”

“You think you could attain that with me?”

I glanced in his direction for the first time since he started talking. Immediately I felt the need to put my hand to the side of his face. “I am attaining that with you. I love us like this.”

He nodded resting his head against my hand.

“What about you? What do you want out of life?”

“You, this, us and a few more kids.” He smirked after that last part.

“Are you sur?—”

“Positive. The hos, the clubs and all that shit gets old. Niggas run through some shit, but then you encounter that one that leaves a mark. That one that’ll have you denying what you really want but plotting on making yo’self a permanent fixture in her life.”

I laughed. “Meaning?”

“I’m all in, baby girl. If you want the world I’ma give you that shit with a bow wrapped around it.”

I couldn’t contain the smile that overtook my face. I never expected any of this, let alone from him. “Keep it like this.”

Virtue

He was angry, that much was evident, but why did I care? Why did I care when for the last few weeks he had been with God knows who doing whatever? Why was I giving a care or even allowing my mind to travel to his section? I was here with Aylo and that was that. A firm grasp on my thigh broke my thought, causing me to look up at him. Him was Aylo, eyes hidden behind the designer shades. He was one handsome nigga, and he knew it with his cocky ass, but tonight he’d shown me a side of him I’m not sure I liked. Well screw that, he had introduced me to the less reserved side of him and hell no, I didn’t like it.

It was a lot going on here, a lot of unsavory humans that I could feel energy coming from. Unsavory meaning a bunchof niggas with eyes I didn’t trust. Though I liked spending time with Aylo, I didn’t like this setting or the side of him I met tonight. I liked the intimate time, not this. He also seemed different when we were around people, less reserved and human. More like a reckless nigga with too much to say. The vibe was off, and I peeped that one hundred percent, especially when he had drank more in the last few hours than I’d seen on any of our dates. He was different.

“Yo’ skin soft as fuck.” He leaned in my direction so I could hear what he was saying. Then he pecked the side of my face before sitting back against the booth. Being in Aylo’s space differed totally from Cartrek’s. At this point I was kicking myself off in the ass because I should have passed on this outing. Not only was my grown ass was sitting here devising a plan on how I could get out of this, but I was literally counting the minutes of how long I had been here I was so ready to go and I made no attempt to hide it. The thing is he was so in tune with everything going on around us that he didn’t peep that I was giving off ghost vibes. I don’t know how long he and his crew partied, and he didn’t look like he’d be ready to leave any time soon. If anything him sitting back next to me was him getting a break from the bottle popping and pouring drinks down bitches throats. At this point just his touch alone made me uncomfortable. The vibe he introduced me to was not the vibe he maintained.

I’d had enough thinking. So instead of sitting here quietly, with my skin crawling from the contact of this man I stood up, about to walk off. He caught my hand before I could get far.

“Where you going?” he asked now standing beside me.

“Washroom.” When he had yet to let my hand go but was looking around for someone to send with me, I shook my head. “I’m good. It’s right there right?”

He nodded letting my hand go seconds later.

Good to know that one thing still remained in his inebriated state, but that wasn’t enough. As soon as I neared the washroom door, I slipped in the opposite direction. When I peeked in his direction to see if he noticed, I noticedthe same female whose throat he poured a drink down in his face. Shaking my head, I found my way to the main entrance of the club, near the stairs. Stairs that led upstairs to the section that I knew Cartrek and the Ace’s were in. Though it was still loud from the music vibrating the entire space, I had some space and could be heard on a phone call.

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