Page 17 of Absolute Fulfillment
“We’re friends.” I didn’t mean to smile so widely, but I couldn’t help it given the expression on her face.
“So you can’t date a club owner, but you can befriend them? Girl bye. You’re making up the rules as you go.” She waved me off just as Andy returned with our drinks.
I laughed. “It’s not that.”
“Then what is it?”
I detailed the last two times I had seen Rennix, and of course by the time I was finished she had a toothy grin. “Friends, my ass, y’all will be fucking by Thursday .”
“Why Thursday?”
She shrugged. “Seems feasible.”
“Well… we won’t. I mean the friends thing. He’s not looking for anything serious and I’m not looking for what he’s looking for.”
“And you and him talked about this?”
I nodded, glancing around the restaurant again. Though there was no one here, I couldn’t help but feel like somebody was watching me. That probably sounded crazy, but there was a feeling I got when eyes were on me, like the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.
“Then alright, you have a friend. I’m happy for you.”
“No, you’re not. You want me to jump that man’s bones, then bust his windows when he tries me.”
She laughed so loud I think she almost choked on the spit in her mouth. “No, actually I don’t. When you did that reckless shit, I was right next to you, and won’t hesitate to be next to you again. However, I’m pregnant again and my kids’ father slash husband will have my ass.”
“Kids' father slash husband…pregnant.” I repeated her words then looked up and she had her hand extended and on her ring finger was a rock. As a matter of fact, it wasn’t a rock, she had a baby boulder on her finger. I was so happy for her that I squealed. “Bitch, you married and shit… wait, you’re carrying another one?” I asked, all of her words raining down into my mind at the same time.
“We just woke up one day and said why wait. We went to the courthouse and got married that morning.” She spoke with such happiness on her face and in her tone.
“I am so happy for you.”
She beamed. “Thank you.”
“So, are you hoping for a boy?”
“Ye—” Her sentence was halted by her clearing her throat and tossing her head in the direction of something behind me.
I didn’t get the chance to turn around because a figure had already approached the table. A figure I didn’t care to see or want to even hear speak stood a few feet away from me.
“What’s up, baby mama?” he greeted, too damn close for comfort.
“Don’t call me that.”
He chuckled. “Damn, that’s where we are now?”
“Yeah exactly, now back up before I forget I’m healed and crack your shit with this plate.”
His fool ass knew to back up. “I feel like we need to talk.”
“Nah, we don’t,” I rebutted, reaching for my cup.
“You got my son, Cay. I don’t see him and neither does my mama. At some point you gotta let that hurt go and grow up. You're probably putting shit in my son’s head and everything.”
And that was it. I splashed the whole cup of tea on him. Syke always knew how to pull that out. No part of me wanted shit from him. As a matter of fact, I wanted him to disappear, to stop popping up out of nowhere. Any time he popped up, it was never really about my son, but instead about his narcissistic ass ways.
He grabbed my arm with one hand and pulled back his other hand like he was about to hit me. That was new.
“Whoa, now. You know that’s not happening, so let her arm go before you fuck up and can’t take it back.” Harlem’s voice had an edge to it that let me know she had been around Kinga too long.
