Page 35 of His Obsession Her Cure
Gunner
We had just gotten back in from our day out with the fam and I was too tired to do anything more than answer a few emails and check my calendar for next week to see how much time I could spend with my lil baby. It didn’t take long to finish the tasks in front of me since my phone had finally stopped ringing. Unknown numbers had been blowing my phone up all day long until I finally blocked them all. I already knew it was Missy’s dumb ass trying to talk to me after she pissed me off the other night. I know she didn’t think I was gon fuck with her after she commented that slick shit under my post. We were done personally and professionally.
One thing I didn’t play about was my baby so, if she knew like I knew she would take that L and bow out gracefully because it would never be her. I never lied to Missy from our first encounter. She just chose to be delusional and not take heed to my words when I told her I wasn’t looking for a relationship. Women always said they wanted a man to be honest with them and when we were they still managed to make us out to be thebad guy. Missy would make someone a wonderful woman, but it just wouldn’t be me. It wasn’t for her lack of trying though. She was the average Miami beauty, thick in all the right places due to enhancements courtesy of the finest surgeon in the city. After fuckin her a few time I soon realized that she was shallow, self-absorbed and a little bit of a stalker. I ain’t have time for the bullshit so I let her know that we weren’t compatible and in order to keep our business relationship intact we needed to stop fuckin’ around.
“I see your old flame ain't too happy about you moving on,” Aren stated.
“Naw, you know damn well that girl and my old nothin’, but she’ll have to get over it. We were never in a relationship, so she has no right to be upset about what I’m doing,” I said.
Aren didn’t respond, he just nodded his head in understanding.
“Just make sure your past doesn’t fuck up your future. We all know that Missy didn’t mean anything to you other than a quick nut. But from the way she has been blowing up your phone for the past couple of days she doesn’t know that. Or maybe she does and is just that delusion, but either way watch your back with that one she always seemed a little off.” He stated. “Besides I remember telling you not to fuck with her anyway. How you gon fuck my assistant?”
He was right. I should have left that girl alone, but she could suck peanut butter through a straw, and I was single at the time. I thought the discussion we had before we left Miami would have been enough but clearly, I was wrong. Hopefully she got the point that I didn’t want her. She was good at her job and that's all I needed from her.
“What’s your plan with sis?” Alestar asked, taking my mind off of Missy’s antics.
“Man, I know it's fast, but she might be it for me. Her spirit speaks to me; I can tell she’s had it hard and I just want to see her smile. She’s different from any woman I’ve ever been with and not just because she’s intelligent, beautiful and has no filter. She makes me feel like my bullshit doesn’t matter and we can do anything together. I just need to crack that hard shell she has guarding her heart. The dude she used to fuck with got her thinking that she’s not worthy of being taken care of and I don’t mean just buying her things. That part is easy. I mean helping her grow into the confident, successful woman she wants to be.”
“That’s how I feel about Char. But your cousin is not playing when it comes to her heart. She is definitely making me work for it.” Alestar chuckled.
“She’s not gonna make it easy on you but she’s worth chasing. So, get your track shoes on my boy and get after her.” I laughed at our love sick asses.
All of us were in the same boat. I was really trying to take everything slow with my lil baby, but it was hard. She made me want to be all gas no breaks every time I was in her presence. She made me want to be vulnerable with her and let her know my deepest darkest secrets.
“She’s a runner, she’s a track star.” Aren sang as she sat on the porch rolling his blunt, laughing at our pain.
“Fuck you, bruh.” Alestar grunted at him before sitting in the chair opposite him.
“Man, both of ya’ll sitting here like you don’t know the key to a woman’s heart.”
“And what’s that?” I asked, shaking my head at this nut because I knew he was about to say some wild shit.
“Lemon pepper wet, all flats. A half and half with something sweet on the side.” He said with a straight face.
“This nigga. Food really.”
“Hear me out. Hear me out. You fuck her until she damn near passes out then you worship her body for being able to take all the dirty shit you just did to her and then you feed your freshly fucked woman. Shit that shit works for men too if you think about it.” He said with a smile like he had just cracked the fucking code.
But in a way he had all women wanted to be praised and worshiped like the goddesses they are and if you think about it most women just wanted to be protected, provided for and loved. And that is what I’m going to do for my lil baby.
“Are we hitting the club tonight?” Alestar asked.
We hadn’t been doing too much other than managing our new acquisitions from our grandfather’s estate and hanging with the girls. It would be cool to have a night out.
“Yeah, we can hit that new lounge May’s. It's laid back so we shouldn’t have to worry about too much shit poppin off.” Aren said.
“Alright let me go change and we can head out,” I said. I went up to my room taking a quick shower and changed into a dark blue Tom Ford crewneck t-shirt and a pair of dark denim jeans and some black boots and headed out.
When we arrived at the lounge there was a pretty good crowd but not too much. The owners prided themselves on keeping a laid-back environment so I was sure we would have a good time. We walked right past the line of people waiting and up to the security guard that was holding a clipboard. Giving him our names he moved the rope blocking the entrance where a hostess escorted us to our section that Aren booked for us before we left. We ordered drinks and some of the food that we had been hearing so much about from people around town. Our drinks arrived and we sat back and relaxed into the vibes of the club. The drinks were flowing, and the music was hittin’, they were playing that KWN and Chris Brown mashup of,Do What I Say XNo B.S. We had been here for about an hour when I heard some commotion coming from the entrance of our section. Usually, I would have minded my own business but the voice of one of the women arguing with the bouncer sounded familiar.
“What do you mean I can’t go in this section? My man is in there, so I’m going in there. It would be your best bet to get the fuck out of the way. Gunner, Gunner. Come tell the big sasquatch to let me in.” Missy howled from the stairs.
“I thought you said you handled that. Clearly, she didn’t get the message.” Alestar said, looking over to where Missy was standing with security with her sister Mya, who was laughing like shit funny.
She was dressing in a skimpy dress that barely covered her ass. If she bent over everybody in here was gonna get a good view of her pussy. I saw she changed that wig though. Good for her.
“Man don’t let that goofy ass girl in here man.” Aren yelled at security. “Gun I’m about to get Chyna and the girls on that hoe. You done already told the bitch you wasn’t fucking with her no more. What more does she want? At this point I’m not comfortable with keeping her on any of our projects.”
