Page 19 of He Thugged Me First

“You gonna fuck it up this time?”

Again, he didn’t respond. He was just nodding his head.

“Fine. Don’t tell me shit. Just know that if you do fuck it up this time, I’ll be hitting you with my car.” I stood to go help Mel pack her bags. If I didn’t, she’d pack all Barbie dolls. Mazzi and I took turns taking care of her. She had a boatload of clothes and a bedroom full of them between both of our houses. The thing was, she was six, so she always had a favorite something. So for sure I knew if she didn’t pack her stupid ass Peppa Pig plushie and matching sleeping fit, her ass wouldn’t sleep tonight. She’d drive Mazz nuts until he came and got it or I dropped it off.

Once my brothertook Mel and left, I felt home free. I didn’t have anything to do, so instead of finding something, I ordered a pizza and bought myself a couple movies. I needed me time and the moments to think. Just as I was settling in, a knock at the door made me stand up. My pizza was right on time. I peeked through the peephole, and the sight before me made me roll my eyes to the ceiling.

“Why are you here?” I asked as I opened the door for Kasair carrying my pizza.

“Damn, I don’t get a hey, how was ya day? Or I?—”

“No, you don’t because you didn’t call first.” I snatched the box from him and set it on my counter.

He laughed. “This is what the fuck I get for being remotely nice to yo’ rude ass. I did fucking call, and you didn’t answer.”

“Well, that had to be a sign, right?” I asked. I glanced over at him. Kasair was as handsome as they came. He stood at about six feet even with an athletic build. He had waves and the perfect pecan complexion to compliment it. Not only was he fine as fuck, but the nigga could dress for days. I mean, literally dress. His style reminded me of that rapper Fabulous. It was sick as fuck.

“You must be on ya rag.” He tilted his head to the side.

“No. I just figured you’ve spent enough time here bothering me. Don’t you have other bitches to?—”

“Why do you do that, Mec?” he asked, shaking his head and walking over to wash his hands in the kitchen sink. He knew I hated when he did that, but he still did it.

“Why do I do what?”

“Bring up other bitches when I’m tryna spend time with you.” He looked so serious that I was questioning myself.

I didn’t respond. I didn’t feel that I needed to because he knew why. Grabbing the pizza box, I retreated to my living room and set it on the table in front of my sofa. I hated that I loved Kasair. I hated it even more that he probably knew it but wouldn’t bring it up. Instead, he showed up in these moments and gave me his time and hope. This was why I was becoming less of a people person. This was why I craved isolation. If I was left the fuck alone, I wouldn’t be let down, and I would have nothing to get my hopes up over.

I looked up from the pizza and my moment of staring into space to see him looking at me. Something about the momentwas awkward, and he felt it too because within seconds he was telling me he had something he needed to take care of and rushing out. This was what I meant. I needed to just be alone.

Chapter 5

LOVE

He kissed my stomach before he spoke. “Don’t be stubborn like ya moms.”

I sucked my teeth. “I’m not stubborn. You just like getting up at the crack of dawn.”

He laughed and didn’t respond. Instead, he continued to kiss my belly.

“You’re annoying.” I just laid there watching him.

“I ain’t even addressing ya moody ass right now. I’m tryna get a few words in with my son. Can I do that or?—”

“Fine.” I threw the cover over my eyes and turned over purposely. He could talk to his back.

“Petty ass.” I could feel his mug, but I didn’t respond.

I felt his arms wrap around my waist as he moved closer to me. “Now what’s ya problem? You want daddy to give you some attention?” he asked before pecking my ear.

“Nope.” I fake pouted when that’s indeed what I wanted.

He laughed. “What’s on ya plans today?”

“Lunch with my sister, and the rest of the day is pretty much open.” I shrugged.

“Why are you pouting?”

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