“Sure.”
“Sure?” he spat. “What you mean sure? I’m looking for you to say yes.”
Irish sighed, hating how she couldn’t completely relish in Noble’s sweet deed because Jovanis felt a bit of insecurity.
“Jovanis, please don't do this. You say you have no problem with me dating but when I do get involved with someone, you do this.”
His head jerked back, looking at her as if she had said something appalling.
“Do what?”
“Give me the twenty-one questions. I never do that to you. When you got with your guy, I asked you about the things that brought a smile to your face. I never asked you to confirm my place in your life. You do that all the time and quite frankly, I don't like it.”
There were times when Irish had gotten involved with other men and she hid it from Jovanis. There was something about another man being in her life that made him insecure. Even after she would assure his position in her life, he still felt vulnerable.
“A’ight my bad.” He exhaled. “I don't mean to do that to you. I just want to make sure that our situation is covered.”
“It is, Jovanis,” she retorted with some attitude. “This isn’t my first rodeo. He knows what’s up and he knows how important you are to me. End of story.”
His features softened. “A’ight so, where you meet him and how he look?”
The beam returned to Irish’s lips. Any thoughts about Noble always incited joy to surface on her face.
“Well, we met around the way. You know how you always see a person out a few times? Well, yeah, that’s how we got acquainted and his looks...” She fanned herself. “He look good. He’s definitely our type.”
His brows hiked. “Word? Dark skinned, tall and rugged?”
“Yes, all of those.”
“Damn.” Jovanis grinned. “I ain't mad at that but what’s up with y’all though? Is it new or can you see yourself fucking with this man for real?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “I guess only time will tell.”
Irish couldn’t convey how her mind was filled with thoughts and images of Noble. Or how being in his presence boosted her mood tremendously. And how his conversation was so intriguing that she could stay up and talk to him for hours. Downplaying her feelings for Noble was necessary at this time because Jovanis would feel some type of way.
He licked his lips, then grabbed one of the strawberries. “You know what this means, right?”
“What?” She blushed.
“You gave him some pussy.”
Irish chortled loudly, making Jovanis chuckle.
“Look, when a nigga get to sending shit, that means he done got a sample of that pussy. I ain’t green, Irish.”
“I never said you were.”
“So, what’s up? How was it?”
“Ugh” She dramatically rolled her eyes. “So, fucking good. Like dreamy. Everything about him is just perfect.”
Jovanis smirked. “I’m happy for you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, you know I want you to be happy with someone.”
“I appreciate that. How’s it been with you and your guy?”
