Page 36 of Only for the Week
“You’ve been diving into any and every pussy as always and Rome’s been doing whatever he’s been doing.” Micah gives me a pointed look with that statement.
“We’ve been here, what? Six days? And I’ve only slept with three women, so I don’t think that counts as any and every,” Christian quips, clearly proud of himself.
Micah shakes his head with laughter. “You don’t have a lick of sense. Acting like your dick’s gonna fall off if you don’t slide up in something every damn day.”
“Aye, bruh. Don’t knock me because I got a healthy libido.”
“Yeah, aight. You keep letting your dick run your life, you gon’ be the one who ends up fucked.”
Christian’s jaw drops at that and I burst out laughing. “Ayooo, I’m not even gonna respond to that.”
“Nothing you can say really.” Micah shrugs.
I don’t even know why Christian is surprised at this point. Micah has always gotten on Christian for his“there’s plenty for everyone”ways ever since we met in college. We’re just lucky that he’s not dumb on top of having no taste, or else he’d probably have more children than Nick Cannon.
“Man, anyway, what haveyoubeen up to this week, Micah?”
“I’ve been working.”
“Working? The fuck? Nah, you know what? That tracks.”
“Exactly. Act like you know me.”
Micah is an artist, a painter specifically, specializing in the realistic art style. His stuff is dope as hell. He’s painted portraits for several celebrities and politicians, which has made him a household name. He now owns a gallery back home that only features Black artists, giving them the platform needed to kick off their careers. He picked up photography as a hobby because he wanted to be able to go home and paint the things and people he saw while traveling. He could afford to have some kind of traveling studio so that he could bring his art wherever he went, but he wouldn’t spend that kind of money on himself. Only his parents and younger sister would get him to spend the big bucks, and they would never even ask for it. If he says he’s been working all week, I’m sure he and his camera have been going hard.
“Where’s Arnold?” I ask, knowing he can’t be with Amerie because she’s with Janelle.
“Getting some business calls done while Amerie’s busy and can’t get on his ass,” Christian offers.
The bartender brings out our food and Christian can’t help but to flirt with her as she fills more drink orders for the waiting servers. When he gets up to go to the bathroom, Micah turns to me.
“So, you’ve been busy this week with a certain Cross sister.”
“Since when are you into tea? That’s more Christian and Arnold’s lane.”
He holds up his hands in surrender. “I’m just wondering how much longer I gotta keep running interference for you every time somebody comes looking for you or her.”
The day I took Janelle out on the boat, he was the one who kept everyone occupied so no one would notice both of us were gone, and several times he stopped Amerie from coming to Janelle’s room looking for her.
“Per our arrangement, this is over as of tomorrow night.”
He hits me with an incredulous look. “And you believe that?”
“Hell no. I spent a lot of time running from Janelle. I’m not about to do it again so this next week is about to be an interesting ride.”
“Well shit, let me get ready for the storm.”
A little while later, I’m walking to my room and I see Janelle walking toward me. A wide smile graces her face and I swear I’d spend my life trying to keep it there.
That thought knocks me back a step but it stays there, taking root in my mind.
“Fancy meeting you here.”
I look behind her and then pin her to the wall, leaning so I’m hovering over her with my hand resting above her head.
“Were you coming from my room?”
“I may have been looking for you.”
