Page 43 of Turned Out by His Hood Mentality 1

Khari laughed right before she scurried away. I looked back at Normani on the phone, and she was smiling.

“She’s adorable,” she let me know.

Khari had come right up on me, so I was sure that Normani got a good glimpse of her. Normani knew I had kids. The first time we went to dinner, she expressed to me how having kids was pretty much a deal-breaker for her, but I don’t think she meant that. If she did, she wouldn’t have even been still entertaining me. A nigga having kids shouldn’t be a deal-breaker, in my opinion. What would make it a deal-breaker is if the nigga had kids, and he didn’t take care of them. That shit should be frowned upon and shouldn’t even turn a woman on. That, and if his baby mamas came with a bunch of drama.

I knew that both Sidnesha and Denim were bat shit fuckin’ crazy, but if I was about to rock with Normani on some heavy shit, and I tell them to tread lightly with my shorty and leave her alone, I knew they would get the message. It wasn’t even too much Denim that I was worried about. It was Sidnesha’s ass because she wanted shit to go back to how it used to be, and I didn’t want that toxic shit in my life right now... Shit, I didn’t ever want it back.

“Thank you. My son is over there somewhere, so what’s up? Who you cooking for?” I inquired again.

“Myself. That’s the only person I ever cook for,” she told me.

“I want to change that, though,” I let her know. This shit wasn’t just game that I was spitting; this was for real.

“We’re so different,” she said, right after she propped her phone up.

I watched as she stood over the stove and mixed stuff around inside the pan.

“Why that gotta be a bad thing, though? Would you rather me be just like you?” I wanted to know.

“Billionaire, be honest with me. Will your children’s mothers see an issue with me dating you?” she asked, making me suck my teeth.

“That’s what you’re worried about? My baby mamas?” I questioned.

“That, amongst other things. I don’t like how you’re pretty much disregarding my feelings. Name a trait in a woman that you don’t like. I want to show a comparison for you,” she told me, pausing what she was doing with the food, so she could look at me.

“Ion like no scary woman. Pretty much how you be doing a nigga with the fuckin’ run around and shit. You be letting me kiss you and shit, then you switch up on me and say that you just want to be friends. You don’t know what the fuck you want,” I complained.

“Cliché. Very cliché, considering the fact that you’re still calling and texting me whenever you get a chance. That’s neither here nor there, so let me finish with the comparison that I was trying to let you in on. I’m not even going to sit here and act like I’m not attracted to you because I am. You have me doing things that I’ve never in my life done before with a guy. As a woman, we are natural thinkers. I overthink every single little thing that takes place in my life. Yeah, I may be twenty-six and single, but Billionaire, my life is so simple, so stress free. Although the career field that I’m in is very demanding, that’s probably the only bit of drama that I have in my life.

“I don’t want you to come into my life and alter my lifestyle. Then, you have two women in your life who you share children with. From what I see, you’re a good guy, and from what you tell me about your children, I know that you’re an amazing father. That right there leaves room for both of your children’s mothers to still be attracted to you, and if the two of them are single, it also leaves room for them to crave a relationship with you. My hesitance to get with you may be a turnoff, as you say, but it’s the only way that I know how to protect my heart. I have so many things to look into before I just become your girlfriend. I have to have certainty that there is absolutely nothing going on between you and your children’s mothers,” Normani told me.

I felt everything that she was saying. I got it, we hadn’t been around each other enough for my word to mean everything to her. I got that I had to show her how credible I could be, but I wished it would just click in her head that I wouldn’t do all of this fuckin’ chasing behind her, only to double back and fuck one of my baby mamas. I promise, I didn’t even look at either of them in that context. I knew what both of them could do with their mouths and their pussy, yet I didn’t want the shit!

“I get it, but Normani, I been home now for over a month. I ain’t touch either one of them. You can’t see that I want you? Fuck! Is you blind or something, yo?” I snapped, getting annoyed.

“Has either of them tried to touch YOU is the question, Billionaire! Listen, we can finish this conversation later tonight. You’re with your kids, and I don’t want to ruin the rest of your evening,” she said.

“Nah, because I ain’t going to let you ruin it. Let me ask you something sexual. Ain’t nobody around me, so they won’t hear what I’m saying to you,” I said.

She released a sigh, and I saw her fold her arms, preparing herself for whatever was getting ready to fly out of my mouth. I licked my lips and sat up in the seat, turning my head in both directions, making sure I didn’t have ears that could possibly hear what I was getting ready to say to her. Once I was sure that I was good, I said what I had wanted to say for the past ten minutes.

“I get that you’re saving yourself for marriage. I’m not even pressing the issue because I’ve always been the type to go after what I want, and it’s no secret that I want you. You can continue to save yourself because how ever it goes, I know that Ima be the one to marry you. Whether you continue to wait until we’re married or not, it don’t matter to me. I’m patient, and the longer we wait, the more special that that day will be. In the meantime, that don’t mean that we can’t explore and do other shit.

“The last time I had you around me, I had you in my lap. The way we were kissing each other, Normani, you can’t tell me that you didn’t feel that shit. The passion in that fuckin’ car was through the roof. When I started suckin’ on your neck, I noticed your breathing picked up. You enjoyed that shit, although you’re probably not going to admit it. After a long day of work, Normani, you mean to tell me that you wouldn’t want to come home to a nice bath, a massage starting from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet? What about getting your pussy ate? You see the way I eat food. Can you just imagine the way I’ll eat you? You running from a nigga for all of the wrong reasons,” I let her know.

Although Normani had a dark chocolate skin tone, I could see the way her face flared at what I said to her. It was so much other nasty shit that I wanted to say to her, but with two kids running around, I had to be careful.

“You don’t even have to answer it. Your face tells it all. Let me pay for this shit, and Ima call you back tonight. You working tomorrow?” I asked.

It took her a few moments to answer me, and I laughed because that pause let me know that I had her hot and bothered, just like I had intended to.

“Yeah. I’ll be there,” she told me.

“Cool. I’ll call you back tonight,” I said and ended the call.

I ended up paying for all the shit that my daughter picked up. I even paid for the shoes that my son had gotten for his lil girlfriend. I wasn’t about to have him spending five hundred dollars of his own money on some damn sneakers. The way I saw it, that little girl better wear those fuckin’ shoes for the rest of the school year. Khari had all these damn bags but acted like her hands didn’t work when we made it out of the store, so Lil Bill and I ended up holding her shit for her.

“Hold on, playa. I need to go in this store right here. Let me show you how a real playa spoils his shorty,” I told my son, as we walked past the Gucci store for women and men.

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