Page 56 of Love me Like XO

Malik: Good morning/ Good evening/Good afternoon. Whatever tf you need

Malik: Wya?

Me: Irish’s spot. You?

Malik: Tryna get un-busy.

I laughed aloud at the fact that this man seemed like an out-of-control teenager. Malik didn’t care where we were or what we were doing, if he wanted it, he’d say it.

Malik: I’m on my way, Shawty Lo.

Me: But I’m busy.

Malik: No fucks. Tell ya brother I need you to scratch an itch or something.

My laughter continued because I swear this nigga was nuts because if anything he was serious.

Pressing the button on the side of my phone to sleep it, I dropped it in my lap and tried to focus my attention back on my siblings. Irish was talking about his baby mama and as always Empress was laughing. He was borderline in love with the woman, but she paid him no attention. My brother was a ho, and his baby mama was a local party planner who gave him a chance and got her heart broken within months. She was different from other females though, raised by niggas if you asked me, because when she found out those months produced a fetus, she told him they didn’t need to be together, but they could raise their child together functionally. He hated that she didn’t give a shit what he did or who he did.

“Bitch be out here just having fun like we don’t have a baby together.” He huffed.

“Though you do the same. Having your baby doesn’t make her your property.” He waved Empress off as soon as those words escaped her lips.

“You say that, but you’re walking about this motherfucker with a gut full of Zero.”

“Very true, but me being pregnant by him doesn’t mean I belong to him if he fucks up. He isn’t you, Irish. You fucked up with Zarali and then like a dumb ass took advice from our father. Crazy as fuck.”

I spenta while longer with my siblings before Malik was telling me that he was already at my door. He was quick, but I expected nothing less. When he told me he was coming, he meant just that in more ways than one.

By the time I got downstairs he was leaned across the doorframe with a fake mug. I could tell it was fake because there was an underlining smirk to it.

“Thought I told you I was on my way.” He slapped my ass the moment I turned to unlock the door.

“Ouch, nigga. You didn’t tell me how far you were or where you were coming from.”

“So.” He followed me into my apartment sure to lock the door behind us.

When I turned around to look at him, he was just peering at me. It wasn’t in an uncomfortable way or anything, just a way that said more than he uttered.

“Close yo’ eyes,” he demanded before stepping forward.

“Why, what are you up to?” It was way too late to be asking because my eyes were already closed, and he had already turned me around.

“A lot. I missed yo’ ass earlier.”

“You didn’t miss me. You missed what was between my legs. You said that yourself.” I smiled feeling him put something around my neck. When he was done, I felt his lips on the back of my neck.

When I opened my eyes, I looked ahead at the mirror that I just so happened to be standing in front of. The necklace on my neck glimmered like something out of this world. It was a princess cut ruby pendant surrounded by diamonds.

“It’s beautiful, baby. What made you do this?” I spun around and faced him.

“Cause it was almost as beautiful as you.”

Smooth tonged and pussy worthy, this man would be the death of me. On my tippy toes I mashed my lips into his, until it got a bit heavier. His hands cupped my ass and before I knew it, I was in his arms, and he was carrying me over to the sofa.

He took a seat with me in his lap, never once breaking our connection. For air purposes I pulled back and found myself just looking at him. Admiring the man who in such a short amount of time had me questioning why for so long I settled for Hadees. Where the hell had he been all my life? Him being the man who showered me with his time and never made me feel like he had other things more important than me to do. He whose attention I never had to compete for.

“Do you think we’re here too fast?” I felt stupid after saying that, because it immediately hit me how much he hated the thought of time having control over anything going on with he and I.

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