I got on the elevator, thinking about how I would forget about this entire experience. If I didn’t, I would be catching flights, following her ass all over the country. Then she’d swear I was a fucking stalker. It would serve her ass right for inviting a nigga she didn’t know to her suite. I was pretty sure she had security that wasn’t far away. That didn’t matter though if they weren’t in the suite with her or at least right outside of it. I could have killed her ass in there before they got to us.
I supposed it was the same vice versa. I could have stepped into some shit that I couldn’t walk away from. Hell, it almost felt that way anyway. When I got to the first floor, I gave the key card to the lady at the counter, winked at her, and made my way outside to wait for the Uber I requested. I grabbed my phone and sent my mama a text.
Me: Sorry, I forgot to text when I landed. I’m in LA. I’ll be leaving in the next four hours for Miami. I’ll text again before we take off.
Her: I was just about to text you. Okay, baby. I love you. If I don’t respond later, it will be because I’m in court.
Me: Okay, Mama. Love you too.
My mama didn’t rest. The Hendersons in Nome kept her busy as fuck. They always had bullshit going on. My Uber pulled up, and I got into the car. Once I buckled up, I pulled out my phone again and deleted Arlie’s contact information. She saidshe didn’t want attachments. I thought I didn’t either, but after this, I would be attached to her ass like a Siamese twin. I stared at the hotel as he drove away, knowing I was doing what was right for my sanity and hers.
“I toldhim you needed to talk to him, Maj. He didn’t seem all that receptive. You may have to wait until we head back.”
“Ugh!” she said as we left the restaurant.
This was really bothering her. I supposed knowing that he was her brother was too much for her. She craved siblings for most of her life. It had always been just her and her mom. Now, she had a brother that she immediately wanted to get to know. I wondered if he even knew he was adopted. I’d seen Sidney Taylor. She was dark skinned like him. I wondered what his dad looked like.
I pulled my phone from my bag and googled Sidney Taylor to see if there was a picture of her with her husband or if there would be a cross reference. I scrolled down, and sure enough, there was. He was a dark-complexioned man as well. Graham looked like he could biologically be theirs. It would be easy for them to keep that bit of information to themselves if they didn’twant him to know. There was nothing about their looks that would make him question anything.
“Maj, are you sure that’s him?”
She huffed loudly and pulled up the picture her mom sent her. She showed it to me. It was a little boy that couldn’t have been any older than four or five years old, but he looked just like Graham.
“It’s him. My mama named him Kyleon. They changed his name when they adopted him.”
I nodded, then asked, “Why did she give him up?”
“I don’t know. She never would say whenever I asked her. She would just say the timing wasn’t right. I don’t know what the hell that means. I don’t wanna talk about it anymore. Did you enjoy your fuck appointment with him?”
I rolled my eyes and nearly went to sleep. Graham had worn my pussy out. That nigga had my vocal cords on pause. I was never that quiet during sex. That shit was so good it sent me into shock. When he obliged me with his kiss, it seemed it became more passionate. The way his dick loved my G-spot was something to behold. Every stroke he made, especially when he started winding that shit into me, had made contact. The way he made me cum was so intense. I wasn’t prepared for that shit.
“Bitch! Daaaaaamn. He fucked you up, huh? You damn near reliving the moment. Are you going to see him again?”
I huffed. “I don’t know if I can. If I keep fucking with him, that nigga gon’ have me in love by myself.”
“Damn. Maybe you should just see what happens.”
“Naw. I told him I didn’t want any attachments.”
“Well, damn. You can’t change your mind?”
I glanced at her before getting in the car waiting for us. “Naw. All I need to be focused on right now is putting on a good show tonight. I need to make a good impression on Exodus. I want to get signed with YKMN Records. Everybody on thatfucking label has at least a gold record. Exodus has two platinum records. Noah’s son has a platinum record. His daughter has two platinum records. Karma has a platinum record too. Noah is the real deal, and everybody in the industry knows it. When he started You Know My Name Records, everyone knew he would have elite talent on his roster.”
“What are you going to ask him?”
“Well, they told me they had backstage tickets, so once I’m done, I’ll ask him about the vibe over there. If I like what I hear, or rather what I expect to hear, I’ll let him know I’m interested.”
“That’s what’s up, boo. I hope it works out.” She took a deep breath and turned the other way, not allowing me to see her face.
“Maj.”
She turned to me, and I saw her glossy eyes. I put my arm around her and kissed her head. Kimaji was my best friend, so even though I didn’t want to talk about Graham anymore, I would do it to soothe her spirit.
“All you can do is ask him. I texted him your number. If he doesn’t text or call you, then you know you’ll see him on the flight back to H-Tine.”
“What if he refuses to talk to me about it?”
“Then, there’s nothing you can do but pray he comes around. This is messed up though. I know how badly you wanted siblings growing up. He would be blessed to have a little sister like you.”
