Page 57 of Absolute Fulfillment
I cackled. “Um, no.” Then I held the cheese and crackers up for him to grab from me. We were literally sitting in the bed, eating ham, Colby Jack cheese cubes, and crackers.
“I never thought this was good.”
I laughed. “It ain’t, baby. You just hungry and neither of us have anything else to eat.”
He chewed the cracker sandwich I gave him and shook his head. “I know what I could be eating, but I’m giving you a minute. Plus I ain’t forgot you supposed to be sucking dick.”
I shook my head. “I am, but I’m giving you a minute.” I used his words on him, watching him just exist. The man was fucking gorgeous, skin so moist and tasty looking I was up for sucking dick. With Rennix I was up for a lot, apparently moving in.
“So when are we getting that truck?”
“I don’t know. I mean I’m not the moving type. Packing clothes and moving is one thing, but my furniture. I don’t seea reason to bring that considering you already have furniture here. Cy will need furniture, so I might just leave it. Why are we talking about this now? What’s the rush?”
“Because I’ll look up and you’ll still be living there come Christmastime. Don’t make me start a fucking fire because on my mama I will. Call me an arsonist because I’ll have that lil townhouse of yours on channel nine and them calling that motherfucker a westside smokehouse. I’ll light the garage up too.”
“That wouldn’t do anything but let me know you’re a nut.”
“You should already know that, thug.”
He and I joked back and forth for a while until Reminisce called and he went into his office. During that time I found myself dialing up Harlem. She had called me earlier, but I was a little hung up. Now, at eleven at night, I was free to talk. I laughed at myself before my eyes found hers on the FaceTime.
“Yeah, bitch, you get a man and forget you were my friend first.”
“That is not true. But if we’re talking shit I could say the same thing to you. Uh, hello, you’re like four kids and two sets of twins in, right?”
She shook her head. “Don’t speak that on me. One more is fine, hoe.”
“Tell that to Kinga. Now, to what do I owe this lil phone tag session?”
“I need a video.”
“Of what?” I was so confused.
“I need to learn how to retwist locs.” She spoke into the phone while her eyes caught something in the distance.
“Bitch, what?” I couldn’t help the laughter flowing from my lips because Harlem had never shown interest in hair and now she had some. Given she had twin daughters, I understood, but locs were so specific.
“Yo, you really on that, huh?” Kinga’s voice in the background further confused me.
“Hell yeah. Because ol’ girl was touching you too much for my liking. If she’s doing your fucking hair, then she needs to touch your hair and the only flesh she should be touching is your scalp. The hell she touching your shoulders for?”
He laughed. “And you heard me check her on that shit? Stop tripping, baby, you know where my whole fucking heart resides.”
“Yeah I do, but that doesn’t mean I’m not about to pick up a new skill.”
“Aight, let me know when you master that skill.”
I cackled at their exchange and swooned because they were so cute. “You always give that man hell when you’re pregnant.”
Kinga responded to my statement. “Same shit I said, sis.”
“Hey, screw both of y’all.”
“Don’t get mad at me for being honest.”
“It’s cool. I pray pregnancy on those ovaries before the year ends.”
When she said that I nearly passed out, it was like the wind had been knocked out of me. “You’re so evil.”
