As I got closer, I noticed a head peeking from under the black covers. A head full of curly hair stared back at me. She lay on her side away from me. Her silhouette was displayed through the sheet, and she was beautiful. I walked near her face and stood watching her. She was mine. Charcoal colored skin and beautiful black curls fell all over her face. Her fist was tucked securely under her chin, and a light snore escaped her slightly opened mouth. She was the one thing I got right outside of the family business.
I left her out of that part of my life for a reason. Klarity was my normal. I would pick the world up and put it at her feet if she asked me, but I knew she wouldn’t. Her pride wouldn’t let her. I looked down at her as her long, thick lashes covered her eyes while she slept. She was perfection in my eyes, and that’s why I didn’t let my parents meet her. The people who knew about her were Hellcat and our right-hand man, Hollygrove. I needed it that way because my mother had a way of reading people, andI didn’t want her to get the wrong impression. Granted, we all grew up together in the hood, but they didn’t know the depth of our relationship.
As far as my parents knew, her family had moved out of the city years ago and never returned, and I had kept it that way until now. I had no choice but to bring her with me because she was coming to the second line with me, and I was going straight to their house for the meeting afterward. Whatever my mother felt was what she felt, and I would have to deal with it and defend Klarity because she was who I wanted to marry when time permitted.
I looked down at her face as I stood there watching with my hands folded across my chest. A little scowl graced her face, making me wonder if she was having a nightmare or some shit that I should be waking her up from. I bent over to rub her face, and her eyes fluttered open until they focused on me. She didn’t say shit at first, but I knew how she operated. This was the fucking calm before the storm. She sat up in bed and looked at me.
My eyes went past her and to the fucking drool that was on the pillow. I didn’t give a fuck if she did live with me. She knew I hated that shit. I knew she couldn’t control it, but I always told her to put a fucking towel on the pillow before she put her face on it. I snatched the pillow from the bed, and she jumped up. I gave her a look, and she sat her stupid ass back down. She may have had my heart, but it was nothing for me to put her ass out of my house.
“Is it that fucking serious, Calliope? You act like you don’t drool in your fucking sleep!” She raised her voice too many octaves for me, and I wasn’t fucking with it.
“Watch yo’ fucking tone talking to me! You know I don’t play that shit,” I barked at her, and she sat back on the bed, piping down.
I loved Klarity, but she knew I liked shit a certain way, and this time was no different. She cowered under my death stare. I tossed the pillow to the floor and looked at her.
“I’m sorry. I fell asleep waiting for you to come home, and you didn’t, but I should have known if you were with Hellcat that it would be some bullshit. So, how many bitches you fucked last night?” she asked me straight up.
I cocked my head to the side with a grin because she knew the fucking answer to that, but she also knew it didn’t matter how many bitches I fucked; she wasn’t going anywhere because of the lifestyle I gave her. She wouldn’t find that shit anywhere else in New Orleans.
“Does it really matter how many bitches I fuck? Did you see me fucking them?” I asked, never changing my stance. I was mind fucking her, and she was falling for it. “What if I didn’t fuck nobody? What if I was just chilling with my brother?” I stood straight, rocking from side to side.
Klarity got bold. She stood from the bed and got into my personal space. I pushed her back a little, but not enough to hurt her.
“Don’t give me that bullshit. Every time you go out with Hellcat, you fuck another bitch.” She rolled her neck at me.
She wasn’t mad about whether I was fucking a bitch or not; she was madder that I didn’t bring a bitch home for her to test out. She knew she wasn’t the only one, but she stuck around, and her loyalty was unmatched. I was in love with Klarity, but I honestly couldn’t remember what happened last night, so I wasn’t admitting shit. She knew I was always honest with her, even if it ended with her crying.
I chuckled. “You being mad that I didn’t bring a bitch home is comical, but I don’t let nobody come out here, and I don’t remember what happened,” I told her honestly.
She smacked her lips like she didn’t believe me, but I didn’t care.
“Let me smell ya dick then, nigga.”
That came from left field. I didn’t play that shit, and she knew it.
“Don’t fucking play with me, Klarity.”
She tried to reach for my shit, and I smacked fire from her hand. She snatched it back and shrieked.
“The fuck wrong with you, Klarity? Who the fuck gave you permission to fucking touch me? Don’t do that.” I knew she was about to cry, but her tears wouldn’t faze me.
“How don’t you remember what happened last night? Were you that faded that you don’t remember who you were fucking?” Her voice was soft and calm.
I knew she really wanted to know, but I couldn’t tell her what I didn’t know. I took the calmer approach because she was a marshmallow with me, and her naked body had my dick swole. It didn’t matter if I fucked them bitches or not, I only craved her body on top of mine. She sat back on the bed, looking defeated, and I swaggered over to her and got on my knees. My hands ran up and down her bare thighs in a soothing manner because I knew she was mad.
At times, I did get crazy with her, and in that moment, I wanted to snap her neck. I ain’t never had to explain myself to a female, and I wasn’t about to start. She knew that when we made shit official, and longevity wasn’t gon’ change it. I looked up into her eyes. My hands stopped rubbing her thighs and gripped them tightly. She flinched.
“If the fuck I told you that I don’t fucking remember, then that’s what the fuck it is.” Our noses touched. A grin formed on her face, and I knew she wanted me to fuck her.
“I don’t give a fuck what bitch or bitches you were fucking, long as you saved some of that dick for me.” She smiled harder, but I didn’t.
Something about her was off, and I couldn't quite put my hand on it. I never had a reason to doubt any moves she made because she knew what would happen to her if she did the wrong thing.
“You are hurting my thighs.” She gritted, her eyes never leaving mine.
I loosened my grip, and she slid her tongue into my mouth. She knew her kisses made me weak. I sucked her lips and moaned against them. My hands moved from her thighs to each side of her face as I deepened the kiss. She reached for my shirt, and I pulled away so she could pull it over my head. Once it was off, my mouth attacked her breasts, biting and sucking hard as fuck. She liked that shit. I did too, but not all the time.
“Fuck me, Calliope. Fuck this foreplay shit.” She moaned, pushing my head away.