Page 47 of Legend's Legacy
“Yeah. I can bet that was too much for her at that time.”
“It was.”
“You could’ve made it easy if you had explained yourself to Legacy, though, man.”
“I could have, but like I said. It wasn’t the time or place for that. Besides, if she wanted a relationship with me, she would need to learn to trust me. I wouldn’t go up in somebody’s business showing my ass on her without giving her the benefit of the doubt if I caught her with another nigga.”
Courtland turned his head and glared at me before he got off the couch and took a seat in my recliner.
“The hell is wrong with you?” I asked as he kept mugging me.
“I’m just counting the seconds till God strikes ya lying ass with lightning for telling that bold-faced ass lie three days after and four days before Sunday.”
I grabbed the pillow on the couch beside me and threw it at him. “Nigga, shut the fuck up with all that shit. Ya ass don’t even step foot in a church. Don’t start acting holier than thou.”
“Don’t mean that I don’t believe in God. I rock with that nigga. It’s how I’ve gotten this far. Hell, I couldn’t be an equal partner in this business were it not for His guidance.”
It had been a dream come true to start an architecture firm five years ago, two years after graduation, with my best friend and another friend of ours from college. We worked in a large firm for two years, learned as much as we could, and then struck out on our own with our savings and signing bonuses. In the last five years, our small firm had grown exponentially, and our client base and revenues were nothing to sneeze at.
But it could get lonely as hell when you had no one to share all that shit with. I thought it was gonna be Kali and me forever, but she and God had other plans. I just couldn’t fathom walking that road again.
But that Gemini in me kept my ass indecisive about what I wanted to do, nervous about grasping hold of something that had the potential to hurt me, and always in hot water because I wasn’t too good at expressing my emotions. It was always easier for me to show how I feel. But in the situation that I was in with Kali that day and Legacy popping up, it wasn’t easy.
I’d shown the anger and fury in me at her popping up and the need to protect both Kali and me at that moment, but I had failed at protecting Legacy. That shit ate me up like no one’sbusiness. What I had failed to do that day and in the remaining days since was to show Legacy what she really meant to me.
Her behavior at the café with her sister was just one more sign that it wasn’t meant for her and me to be. Then why the fuck was I hurting so bad inside?
Chapter 17
Legacy
“Idon’t even know why you let Nobi get you all hyped up like that, boo.”
“I wasn’t trying to go there, but you know how my big sis gets, Josi.”
“She’s protective of your ass. She doesn’t play when it comes to you. Hell, neither do we,” Mauri chimed in.
We were at Groove Theory having drinks. This was the Saturday night when I would normally be with Legend, but since we still weren’t speaking a week and a day later and had broken up, I had to cry into my drinks with my girls.
“It was just a brutal reminder of that shit that Regal pulled on me,” I explained.
“Speaking of Regal, I heard his ass got jumped about a month ago,” Mauri stated.
“Not again,” I replied, thinking about Bam. I knew Bam had got his ass after we first broke up, but this had to be someone new. “What happened?”
“He was in the studio again, freaking on somebody’s girl. Well, somebody happened to be the wife of Mak D,” Mauristated, referencing a famed rapper who lived in Cherokee Springs.
“Ohhh shit!” Josi and I exclaimed at the same time.
“Somebody leaked word to Mak, and he rolled up in there with his boys and beat the shit out of ya boy.”
“Mauri, that ain’t hardly my boy. He’s somebody’s but definitely not mine.”
“Used to couldn’t tell her shit about that ugly ass nigga,” Josi cracked.
“Mm-hmm.” Mauri agreed, twisting her lips.
“Whatever. Finish the story.”
