Page 34 of It's Love I'm After

Germayne: I’m testing it out because you need some cute moniker that you women tend to swoon and melt over. You’re also too unique to go with one of the standards. While I don’t mind calling you love, you need something more organic. So, for now, I’m testing out Cha-Cha.

Me: Interesting. We’ll see how it fares when we’re in the throes of passion. If you can moan it with enough filling to make me orgasm, then it might be a keeper. It’s definitely a name no one has called me before that’s for sure.

Germayne: Don’t nobody be fucking moaning your name and shit, Chaniya. *looks around for bystanders* You weren’t supposed to repeat that shit outside of the undefiled bedroom, Cha-Cha.

Laughter shoots from my belly at reading Germayne’s reply because my poor man had been self-conscious about the act since it happened last week. However, it was the cutest thing ever, and it definitely had my juices running like a faucet before my orgasm hit me like a tidal wave.

“What’s so funny, Mommy?” Caleb asks with a curious frown.

“Nothing. Are you ready to go inside?”

Today's first order of business is haircut and then to the mall to shop. My baby has seemed to grow overnight and desperately needs some clothes. It hasn’t been long since I bought Caleb new clothes, but he’s having another growth spurt. According to the doctor, my baby is tall for his age, which must be something he gets from his father, because I’m average height and didn’t have many growth spurts growing up.

“I’m ready. Mr. Ricardo said he would give me a new design,” Caleb happily informs me.

My phone buzzing prevents me from responding to Caleb, and my eyes quickly dart to see an incoming message from Isis. Since it wasn’t another text from Germayne, I place the phone in my purse and exit my vehicle before opening Caleb’s door to let him out. With Caleb’s hand in mine, we head to the front entrance and make our way through the building, where people are hard at work in most of the rooms.

“Hi, Mr. Ricardo,” Caleb greets when we enter the room for his barber.

Unlike my son, whose focus is on the man who cuts his hair, my eyes rake over the man wearing a cape, who’s finishing his grooming.

Germayne Pussy-beating Malone. Damn, it’s a small world.

“What’s up, C money,” Ricardo speaks, pulling me out of the salacious trance while staring at the man on my phone moments ago.

Shit, no wonder he was looking for bystanders.

“Hi, Mister.” Caleb greets Germayne, waving with a broad smile that has my eyes ballooning because Caleb doesn’t generally speak to new folks unless I give him an okay that it's safe to do so.

“How are you doing, little man? You like Spiderman, I see.” Germayne’s deep cords echo around the room like that gadget fromMen in Blackbefore hitting me in my lower region.

Clenching my thighs, I watch the exchange between my man and son, with my heart racing in total contradiction to my arousal.

“I’m fine, and Spiderman is my favorite. He throws webs and stuff. He’s cool,” Caleb provides.

“He is cool and was one of my favorites too. You have good taste, little man,” Germayne replies before his eyes meet mine in a penetrating gaze that increases my body temperature.

“Uh, Ri-Ricardo. I’ll be right back. I forgot something in my car.” Looking down at Caleb, I give him instructions for the brief time I’ll be out of his presence. “Be good. I’ll only be gone a second.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Caleb smiles.

Nodding, I turn and exit the loft with my heart racing, my throat drying, and an urge to kiss my man creeping into my mind.

“I’m gonna get out your way too, Cardo. Thanks for squeezing me in today. I appreciate you.” Germayne’s voice pierces my ears, causing me to slow my strides a little.

Of all the salon lofts in the city of Ribax, how did I manage to send my son to the same barber as my man?

“Aye, Cha-Cha, let me holla at you for a second.”

My nipples instantly pebble upon hearing Germayne calling to my retreating back, which causes me to slow to a stop to allow him to catch up with me.

“I didn’t think your rude ass would respond since you ignored my text. What’s up with you?” Isis snaps upon answering the call.

After taking care of Caleb’s hair and clothing needs, I came home, cooked dinner, gave Caleb a bath, read him a story, and am now sitting in my living room with a glass of wine, unwinding.

“Who didn’t love on you today, pooh?” A lopsided grin upturns my lips when Isis sucks her teeth because, clearly, she isn’t up for my mess this evening.

“Where the hell have you been all day that you couldn’t answer me, bitch? I could have been?—”

---