Page 28 of Don Caselli

I never fucking cared about what came after sharing my body with a woman. It never mattered to me because my feelings and emotions were never involved. I could see where that shit was fucked up.

“Wouldn’t do that to you.” I meant every word that I said to her.

Navy was different.

It was beyond her looks. She was beautiful, smart, and had this aura that made you want to be around her. She could hold her own and wasn’t moved by shit that I could do for her.

“That’s the thing about strangers… I don’t know that. The next relationship I get into, I want it to work for all the right reasons. Not because we grew up together, but because we got to know each other. We learned one another before trying to force something that could possibly blow up in both of our faces.”

She climbed out my lap and stood up, fixing the oversized pants she wore. The Margiela Tabis she wore complimented the outfit along with the basic white t-shirt. The pants and shoes were the vision, the star of the show, and the main event.

“I don’t want to ruin Greene’s vibe; do you think you can drive me home? I have Pilates in the morning, and I need to wake up on time for that stupid shit.” She rolled her eyes as she walked to grab her purse.

“Why you got beef with Pilates?”

“Not necessarily the workout, but the studio that I go to. I don’t record anyone but myself and I make sure I edit everyone out if I do catch people. She literally never allows me to record during class, so I never get footage. I wanted to wear this workout set that a brand sent me, and actually get content working out in it, and I know that won’t happen… ugh… that shit just blew my high.”

She swung her bag across her body, and then we headed out the studio. Greene and Beans were sitting in her car when we walked past them. Navy said bye to her, and Beans told me that he would catch a ride home with Greene.

He was taking things slow with Greene and I understood why. They were damn near employees, and if shit went wrong, he would have to be around her often. Menace already told them he didn’t want no weird shit around his baby.

Went into a whole speech about how it could fuck with his baby, and none of us felt it was true. Stevie had him reading a shit ton of baby books, so who the fuck knew what was true with their baby?

“Do you just collect different cars?” Navy snickered, as I held the door to my Lamborghini opened.

“Something like that.”

I climbed down into the car and whipped out the spot toward her apartment. I could get to her house with my eyes closed. “Why you so quiet?”

“I don’t know… processing things.”

“Like?”

“Kennedy.”

I looked over at her, confused. “What about her?”

“You clearly care about her. Maybe I’m a rebound or something… someone to take your mind off her.”

“Negative.”

“How are you so certain, Don?”

I ignored her calling me Don. “Because Kennedy is getting married. There is no us, and she lied to me. I’m big on honesty, and she didn’t keep it real with me when I provided a safe space for her to do so.”

“Maybe she was scared.”

I wasn’t trying to hear shit about Kennedy being scared or not knowing what to do. Why would she play with me the waythat she did? Give me hope that something could develop only to break me down and nearly bring me to my knees.

“Don’t wanna talk about it, Bleu.”

“K,” she whispered.

When we pulled in front of her building, I got out and opened the door for her. “Mommy, what are you doing here?” she said the minute she stepped out the car.

A woman that she favored, but was a few shades lighter, was standing outside the building with a purse on her arm and a plastic bag.

“Your father is working a double tonight, and we planned to have a sleepover.”

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