Page 26 of Cove City: Volume II
She reached out and her thumb slid across my lips. “Sss,” I hissed.
It was her touch. It was as gentle as the smoke lingering from my lips when I smoked. When our eyes locked in on each other, the feeling I felt couldn’t be ignored. A nigga was gone, and there was no denying it. “Something is wrong with your mom,” she said to me.
I glanced up at the house. “What’s wrong with her?” I asked as I headed toward the house.
Fuck did she mean something was wrong with her?That was the second part of my heart. I couldn’t even walk toward the house because my feet automatically began running.
“Pierre!” I heard Tuesday but ignored her.
She was talking about my mom. The only superhero I had, and if I needed to kill a nigga, I was ready to splat their brain open like a fucking Basquiat.
BEST
“Ma!”I heard Pierre screaming my name.
I rushed out of the kitchen to peek into the living room, where Eileen sat. Tuesday’s mother was such a joy to have around. It was nice to have some company. Although she was a bit boisterous, it was still pretty exciting.
Since leaving Naheem’s, I had been down on myself. I felt so bad about how we ended because I feared that he would continue to take his anger out on Pierre. Although Pierre was an adult, he didn’t know Naheem's and my past, and I didn’t want that to affect his relationship with Bishop. I knew I would need to tell him, but I wasn’t sure how he would respond, and that alone kept my mind occupied.
Pierre came rushing around the corner, “You okay? Somebody touched you? Huh?” his voice filled with anger.
I set my hot tea down. “Boy, I’m fine. I had a long day, that’s all.” I lied.
His coming into the house, hostile as he was, there was no way I would tell him anything. However, if Quinton somehow made it away from Naheem, I didn’t have much time. He always had those Avery ways and that’s why I had always felt sorry for him. Him being different was something I had always hoped for, but Quinton never quite got there.
I could see Pierre searching my eyes for a signal for him to act like a monkey fool. “You came into this house and didn’t speak. I’m not the only one in here, boy!”
He turned to see Tuesday’s mother. She turned and waved. “Hi! You must be the young man my daughter is in love with.”
“Damnit, Ma, please!” Tuesday snapped.
It was nice to see the two of them in the same room. My son deserved love, and I knew Tuesday would give him what he needed. Pierre waved back at Eileen. “Hello, you said she’s in love with me, huh?”
Tuesday rolled her eyes. “Don’t listen to her.”
“So, what are you?” Pierre challenged.
“Pierre!” Tuesday squealed.
He walked over to her. “Tell me.”
My heart warmed for them, but I was saddened for myself. I controlled my emotions while standing there because there was a time in my life when I was that in love with a man, a man who I knew would be my forever; who is now my enemy.
TUESDAY
Pierre swiped the keycard against the elevator, giving us full access to the penthouse. On the way here, he said that Quinton was still running around the city, and he didn’t want me to come to his house until he resolved it. I respected it because I knew he was trying to keep me protected. It actually made me feel bad because had I allowed him to do this in the first place, he and I wouldn’t have had any lost time.
When I entered the penthouse, I had to keep my cool. I didn’t want to act like a bitch that had never been anywhere fancy, but inside I was screaming. From the plush carpet to the panoramic window that gave a beautiful view of Parkside Cove. The bed rested near the window, and blue silk sheets graced it. There were a few candles lit, giving the room just enough light to capture Pierre’s midnight silhouette.
He placed his hand gently on my shoulder, sliding it down my arm so slowly that my pussy thumped. I missed his touch so much, I swear I thought I was about to cum. I felt his lips on the nape of my neck, making me moan prematurely. “Mmm.”
“Not yet. Baby, let’s talk,” He whispered in my ear.
Talk?He wanted to talk after he swayed my pussy to purr? I turned to face him before sitting in the chair next to the window. Pierre stood in front of me. My eyes raised to him with the bit of light we had, and I was able to capture his sincere eyes. “Tell me how you feel. I don’t want you to hold back, be honest.”
I was still angry, but more so sad. I opened my mouth but closed it so quickly that words didn’t have time to escape. Islowly opened my mouth again, “I feel hurt. I feel like you ignored the signs, and although it wasn’t your fault, deep down I feel like it was, Pierre. If it was a second longer, your cousin would have raped me,” my voice trembled.
He squatted down in front of me and slid his hands up my thighs before gripping them. “My loyalty is what blinded me. I’m not making one fucking excuse. I’ve fucked up a lot in my life. I even let down my unborn child, but I swear. I swear on everything, Mama, I did not see it coming, and had I, it would have never happened. Tuesday, I’m so sorry.”
