Page 98 of Taming a Menace
“Think about it, please.”
“I will,” he said, kissing my cheek.
I had zero faith that he would think about it, but if he really was trying to find another therapist, maybe there was hope for him.
Eighteen
Keywan
I had never been to Heaven. With the way I lived, I was pretty sure if it did exist, I would never get to see it. The closest I could hope to get was in the presence of one of the best creations known to man. All night long, I nestled into Iyla’s warm body, pulling her closer to me if that was humanly possible. Now I felt like a new man after sleeping on those soft ass titties for the past two nights.
I had been able to persuade her to spend the weekend with me for the second weekend in a row. Now she was going to church with me. I wanted her to get a feel for how us living together would be. I wanted more than that, but I was trying to be patient.
Patience wasn’t one of my virtues, and I was fine with that. Time was of the essence. I only had two weeks of court mandated therapy left, and I was set to meet my new therapist Monday morning. Church with the two most important women in my life was right on time.
“You think this dress is too tight?” Iyla asked me.
“It looks good to me, but you’re probably asking the wrong person. My dick swells up just from looking in your eyes. Everything you wear is sexy to me.”
“Whatever, silly,” she said, giggling and shaking her head.
Iyla thought every damn thing I said was funny. For some reason I loved that shit. I loved making her laugh and smile. I had never considered myself a comedian, but for my baby I would perform all night long.
Somehow I had convinced Iyla to come to church with me and my mom. Actually it didn’t take any convincing at all. All I had to do was ask.
“The bible says come as you are,” I reminded her.
“You’re right. It’s been so long since I’ve been to church though. I don’t want to go in there looking a trashy mess.”
“You look classy, baby. There’s nothing trashy about you.”
“Your mom might not think that.”
“You nervous about meeting her?” I wondered.
“A little. What is she going to think when she finds out that I’m supposed to be your therapist?”
“That her baby boy found a good catch.” I laughed, but Iyla didn’t find that amusing.
Standing from the edge of my bed, I walked over to the mirror where Iyla stood. I put my hands on her waist and rested my chin on her shoulder.
“Maybe I should just let you two go without me.” She pouted.
“My mom is going to love you, baby. Even if she doesn’t, you’re not for her. You’re for me. I’m old enough to make my own decisions.”
“I know that. I just want her to like me,” she whined.
“And she will. She’ll think you’re an angel for putting up with me.”
“She might be right about that one,” Iyla said, finally showing me a glimpse of a smile.
“Are you ready? You look perfect. I promise.”
“Thank you, babe. You look as handsome as ever,” she said, turning to face me.
“Hmph, thank you.”
I leaned down and kissed her lips before backing up to sit back on the edge of my bed. I wasn’t as caught up on how I looked as Iyla was. I was dressed in my typical wardrobe of black pants and a black button down. I could literally leave the church and go straight to a catering gig. I didn’t get into all that dressing up shit unless I was going somewhere special. That didn’t happen too often.
