Page 31 of Don Caselli

I thanked God I never had that conversation with him. How the fuck would I had looked professing my feelings for her, and the whole time he had received an invitation to a wedding. A wedding that she was fucking planning while wanting to suck my dick during the rain.

“Can’t say much because you remember and I wasn’t his little brother then. The fuck you wanna talk about?” I tossed the apple in the trash and walked past her.

She pulled on my arm. “You cannot treat me like this… not you, Don.”

I snorted as I turned to look at her. Her breath increased the closer I got to her. She stared up at me, her eyes misty like she was about to cry. Her tears meant something to me, and I couldn’t just pretend like they didn’t. I wanted Kennedy happy, never hurting like I knew she had been.

Shit, I wanted to be the man who made her happy. Gave her the world because I knew nobody had ever cared enough to give it to her. It was hard for me to feel and give someone all of me. The moment I did, and they did some sucka shit, I always regretted the shit.

As she stared up at me, I felt like the biggest sucka that was ever born. How could she play me the way that she did, and I was supposed to be alright with the shit? I was supposed to quietly make her feel good enough so she could be with that nigga.

“Were you engaged to him when we were in Italy?” I asked, looking down into her eyes to see the truth.

Her eyes looked away. “No.”

“You were with him, though? Fucking him and telling me that you wanted to be with me, but fear was what was stopping you.”

“That was true.”

I lifted her chin with my index finger. “He be putting that dick on your tongue, Ken?”

Her lip quivered as she avoided looking up into my eyes. The truth was all in her body language, and the shit made me disgusted. I wasn’t dense and knew what she did for Case House. I knew and understood it and still wanted her. I wanted to remove her from that life.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“You be holding his shit with that ring around your finger? Answer me… we having honest time, right?”

“My private life isn’t any of your business.”

“But it is, Ken.” I backed her ass up against the wall near the foyer. “It was my business when you was sending me nudes and tell me you wanted me to plant babies in you. It was my business when you were begging me to put this dick on your tongue. Stop fucking playing with me, yo. You came here for what? Get forgiveness and blessings to move on… fuck all that shit. I wish you hell, Wench!” I hollered.

“You have billions to fall on if this would have gone left. What did I have, Landon? I had the promise that you would have taken care of me!” she shrieked, stomping her feet in anger.

More than likely regret when she had to pull that nigga’s teeth out his mouth in a few more years. “Should have believed in everything I said. Trusted I would have never involved you in some shit that would have had you fucked up.”

“How can we fix this? I don’t want to lose you, Don.”

I started hysterically laughing, and she backed up, scared of what would unfold. The laugh had my stomach aching because she was so serious. “Fix this? You had me fucking find out you were engaged to be married with the rest of the world. Not even a call and a quick heads-up, Ken. Can’t fix something that you destroyed.”

“I was scared and didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Yeah, and you did exactly what you didn’t want to do… I’m straight. You go get married and have his saggy balls slapping your cheeks while you sucking dick. This is gonna make sure you’re secured, right?”

“I have to protect and look out for me… not apologizing for that.”

“Kennedy, get the fuck out, please.”

“Not until we tal?—”

She watched me pick up the phone that was attached on the wall. “Send me security up here and walk her out through the front, too.”

“Landon, are you fucking serious?”

Had I told her I was gonna post up in her shit without leaving, I would be all types of creeps and can’t let go, but she could tell me she wasn’t giving me my space, and I was supposed to be chill about it.

“Very. Tootles, Wench.” I walked away from her and back across the penthouse to my bedroom.

I needed a shower, a quick nap in an actual bed, and then I was going to get on with my day. Kennedy thought I was gonna fuck her and make this shit better. I wasn’t doing none of that shit.

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