Page 58 of Giving Him Something He Can Feel

“Both nigga, damn. You love being right.”

He chuckled, before turning his music back up. For the remainder of the ride we just vibed to his music both exploring our own thoughts on opposite sides of the car.

“This is nice.”I walked through the empty spacious condo. I had to give it to Cartier. He definitely knew how to pick out a place.

“So is this the one or do you want to keep looking?” His voice behind me made me turn around.

We locked eyes briefly before I turned back around taking in the space. “It's beautiful, but what do we need four bedrooms for?”

“Life.” He had this stupid smirk on his face that said more than his lips did.

“I mean, I guess I could turn one of the bedrooms into my office and you may need an office as well. I like it. I think it'ssexy.” By this time I had turned back around, and I was taking in the view. We were above the clouds, and something about that was peaceful and not at all scary like I imagined when he first said it on the elevator.

When I turned back around, he was looking at me. Gone was the stupid smirk, it was replaced by this look in his eyes that I couldn’t place.

“Is this what you want?” I know he had initiated this, but I had to ask him. Sometimes life had this way of going so fast that nobody ever decided to put the brakes on until it was too late.

“Why wouldn't it be? This was my idea, right?”

“Yeah, but the last thing I want is for you to feel pressured into something just because we have a child on the way.” I was being honest.

“Shit, the only person who should be pressured is you. You know how long I wanted this? How long I wanted you. Jovie, this shit has been the plan since before you ever let me between yo’ legs.”

I couldn't help the smile that formed at my lips. He always knew what to say. That was like his superpower.

“Talking about pressure, do you know what the hell I did to get you into the spaces that I got you in?”

Now that made me laugh. “Yeah, and now look at you stabbed by a ho who just couldn’t let go.”

“Ha ha. Very funny.”

“I'm serious, but I saw that post on her story about getting jumped. Something tells me you had something to do with that, huh?” I peered at him.

He laughed before throwing his hands up like he was waving a white flag. “I mean, I was there I watched that shit, but I ain't tell bitches to put their hands on her. Shit just came together on its own.”

I nodded.

“Now, are you ready for me to let this lady back in here so we can tell her yes? Or are you gonna change your mind?” He made it seem like it was my idea to tell the lady who wasselling us the condo to get out. He knew it was him because he got annoyed with her constant questions about his income and my income.

“You're the one that put her out in the first place asshole.”

“Bitch was too fucking nosy.” Seconds later he went for the door, to I guess let her in. “We're ready. You can come back in. We want it.”

Of course it took a minute for everything to get done, but once it was finished he and I were free to go. We'd move in sometime next week, but for now I was just hungry and tired.

“You trying to get back to the house right now?” he asked as soon as we were in the car again. “Cause we got somewhere to be.”

“Where? I thou?—"

“You said you missed your girl, so I got you.”

“Now you’re setting up playdates and shit for your girl. Awh shit, I’m good as long as there is food.” I smiled widely, which made him laugh.

“Greedy ass.”

“Blame yo’ child.”

“Now you about to be out here blaming my baby when you just greedy as fuck and my baby just so happens to be along for the ride.”

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