Page 70 of Absolute Fulfillment
“Yeah, you know I‘m right and that’s cool too, baby.” He winked.
I leaned forward and kissed his lips. I’d rather be doing that than telling him he was anywhere near right. “How are you, mentally?”
“Shit with you right here, I’m fucking peachy.”
I laughed. “Seriously, Rennix. How are you?”
“I’on really know, baby. I know I’m good, will be fucking better after all this shit is handled.”
I smiled. “I will too. I think we both need vacations.”
He palmed my ass. “You tryna get nasty with me on somebody’s beach?”
“Very.”
He laughed. “As long as you remember you said that.”
For the remainder of the night we talked, enjoying one another’s company as we always did. Rennix was more than my man, he was my sounding board and motivator at most moments when I couldn’t get to Harlem. Rennix was much more than I ever expected him to be because he was a rare type of man. The way he checked in and cared about my mental space always had me over the moon. Ever since the first day he found his way into my bed, we had been in tune in a way I couldn’t really explain. It was a feeling you just carried no matter what and cherished, because even though you couldn’t explain it, you knew it existed. Had this been anyone else, I would’ve been terrified of being this close and in tune with somebody, but Rennix’s whole being emitted the very fulfillment I craved.
“You know we gotta get this move finished. Pool party is in two days and I want your shit at least here by then.”
“Well my shit is here. Just not all of it,” I rebutted with my eyes closed. I was trying my hardest to sleep. “Why are you not asleep?”
We were supposed to be sleeping. The lights were out and we’d retired to the bed about two hours ago, but this thought tyrant ass nigga.
“Because yo’ ass ain’t sleep and you ain’t moved in. I’m thinking about how I’m finna get you moved in before this fucking party.”
I didn’t even respond. I closed my eyes and went to sleep. He wasn’t about to irritate me tonight.
I thought I skated around his mess, but the next morning the sting and sound of a slap on my ass woke me up.
“Get up. We’re about to finish this shit. I told Reminisce you were making breakfast.”
My mind was still trying to register my ass cheek stinging and here he was trying to have whole ass conversations at the top of the fucking morning.
“Rennix, if you don’t leave me alone.”
“You gonna do what? Now get your ass up and let’s make these moves. I ain’t got all day and we’re spending the evening at the club.” He slapped my bare ass cheek again, purposely hitting the same spot as last time.
I hopped up, hand touching the sting as if it would make it hurt less. “Rennix.”
“I told you to get your ass up. Meant that shit too.”
When it finally registered, I sat up in the bed, wiping sleep from my eyes. “Two more hou?—”
“Nope. Let’s get this shit moving. Adonis is already dressed and so am I. Let’s go.”
I stared at him for a minute, wanting to curse him out badly, but I didn’t. Instead I got up and went to the washroom. He wanted me to get dressed and I was gonna take my sweet ass time.
Three trips, a million boxes, about three hours of bitching from Reminisce, and a few grunts from G, mine and my baby’s things were at Rennix’s place. I didn’t leave my place empty, because my sister would still be living there, but I grabbed mostly clothes and knickknacks, leaving room for her to decorate as she saw fit. I also intended to pay half of the rent as long as she needed, because the last thing I wanted was for her to end up in a situation or worse, struggling when she didn’t have to.
I called myself putting things together in Adonis’s room when I got a call from my sister. She was excited about having her own place, and even though my mother wasn’t on board at first, I couldn’t be more thrilled for her while also lecturing her about responsibilities.
“Tell my brother-in-law thank you for paying up the rent for a year.”
“Doing what?” I asked, majorly confused.
“Yes. He paid up the rent for a year. They told me he did when I asked.” She sounded happy and I was trying to figure out just when he had the time to do that between loading trucks and breathing all down my back.
