Page 22 of Giving Him Something He Can Feel

When I was finished throwing up my guts, I stood to my feet noticing that Cartier was holding out a towel for me to grab.

He seemed too cool, like way too cool. Maybe even comfortable with whatever was going on.

“You feeling alright, baby girl?” he asked while I stood at the sink cleaning my face.

“Yeah, something didn’t go down right. What are you doing tonight?”

“Taking you to get the shit for dinner and hanging back here with you. Ain’t shit to deal with in Ace-land, the fuck I’m leaving the house for?” Ace-land was the territory controlled by him and his brothers.

I just looked at him. “Who said I was cooking?”

“I did. But I mean if yeen feeling it we can eat out. You just be complaining ‘bout restaurants and shit.”

He was right I did. He knew me too well. Life had done a complete fucking 360. Pop-pop died and now I was shacking up with Cartier. The Cartier I said I wasn’t fucking with like that months ago. The same Cartier who fucked Taylor.

“I need to go get on something, because you and this not using condoms is going to give me a heart attack.”

He laughed. “You ‘bout late as fuck and I know for a fact you carrying my junior. Rest in peace to the one we Plan B’d.”

“That’s not funny.”

“It is. Shit it’s even funnier that you don’t think you are or you oblivious like this. I nut in you every time I lay with you. And I lay with you every night, have been for almost a month. We got eighteen, love.”

I shook my head and waved him off. “Whatever Cartier. I’m gonna go to the doctor sometime this week.Gonna make sure you can’t trap me for the next eighteen, love.” I mimicked him with the love part.

“Whatever you say shorty.” He seemed too confident, but I shook it off. Cartier was confident about everything, so this was no different. His picture was probably listed next to the word arrogant in the dictionary.

“Food though, you serious about going out?” I decided to change the subject.

He nodded. “As much as I’on feel like being around people, if you want to we can hit up a joint.”

I looked at him for a few seconds before I nodded my head. “I’ll cook something. Let me go get dressed.”

I didn’t even realizeI’d fallen asleep in the car until I heard Cartier calling my name telling me to get up. Then when I opened my eyes I realized that we weren’t at a grocery store at all. We were at the damn mall, but I didn’t know why. As far as I knew we were still getting something for me to cook.

He must’ve realized how confused I was after he turned the car off. “Got an Ace event tonight that we gotta show face at.”

“We?”

“Yeah, we. You for me right?” Then he didn’t even give me a chance to respond, because he was speaking seconds later. “Yeah, so with that being said we gotta show face.”

He shut me right the hell up, before getting out of the car coming around on my side to open the door.

“You be tryna check me, Cartier. I’on feel that shit.”

“Cap.” He grabbed my hand pulling me in the direction of the high priced scammer filled ass mall.

“How?”

“Cause I said so, now can we try to be out of here in an hour? Cause I still need to get home, mellow out, get full off pussy, fill you up and be ready to be in a room full of motherfuckers.”

I cackled. “If you don’t wanna go, then don’t.”

“It’s my organization. Niggas gotta show face and bepresent the right way. The world don’t stop because I wanna lay-up under my baby moms.”

I nodded. “I’m not you baby mother, Cartier.”

“You saying that right now, bu?—”

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