I nodded and got out of Maj’s Equinox. I offered to upgrade her shit, but she refused. She said I wasn’t where I wanted to be yet and didn’t need to be shelling out money. She was doing fine financially. The free trips as my assistant were more than enough for her. We stood close to the vehicle, waiting for him to get to us. I wouldn’t move from this spot unless he said it was okay for me to be there.
“What’s up, Kimaji?” he said when he got close.
She grinned. “Hi, Graham. Can I uh . . . Can I hug you?”
He extended his arms, and she fell into them, damn near sobbing. Graham’s eyes made their way to mine as he awkwardly tried to console her. I could tell that he wasn’t nearly as comfortable as she was. I smiled slightly and shrugged.
Kimaji suddenly pulled away and smoothed out her clothes and his. “I’m so sorry. Is it okay if Arlie sits in on our talk? I brought her along for support in case our talk didn’t go well. I mean . . . After our hug, I feel like it will.”
He stared at me for a moment, and my coochie said,hey, boo.I swore this bitch got on my nerves. My blinks slowed, and I could feel my knees get weak. Before he could respond, I found myself in his arms. I didn’t even remember walking to him.Jesus.When I pulled away from him, I put my hand to the back of his neck and pulled him to me. He licked his lips, then kissed my lips.
“I guess it’s okay for her to sit in then,” Kimaji said, then chuckled.
We were lost in one another for a good couple of minutes when I finally looked away and headed toward the building. He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me back to him. He kissed my ear, and said, “I guess big mama missed me.”
“What you think? This hard ass dick against my back saying he missed her too.”
He released me, and we continued to the building as he asked, “You free today?”
“I catch a flight in a few hours to Baltimore.”
“You on PW-112?”
“I think so. Noah funded the flight.”
“Most likely you on my aircraft. Damn.”
“You acting like you tryna be my man.”
I only said that to gauge his temperature. It felt like he wanted me to be his when he said it. Now, he was behaving like I was already his. He didn’t know shit about me, other than me being a rapper from Houston.
“Why would I be trying to be something you said you don’t want? That would be a waste of my time.”
Damn.I guess he checked me. I didn’t bother responding to that. He opened the door for us, and Kimaji and I walked through, heading to the bookstore’s suite. Once inside and greeted by the staff, we made our way to a back table. I could see the whispers as they stared at me. They recognized me. That was always a good feeling. I wasn’t as noticed as other celebrities.
Once we were seated, Kimaji smiled big. “I’m so excited that you’re here. I’m assuming that you’re interested in getting to know me as your sister.”
Graham smiled, and my pussy gushed. This shit was on my last nerve. My leg began bouncing uncontrollably as he said, “Yeah. Do we have any other siblings?”
“Not on our mother’s side. I’m not sure about on your dad’s side.”
He nodded. I could tell he was either thinking hard or trying to decide if he should ask certain things.
“I knew I was adopted, but I figured I wasn’t wanted, so why would I search for people who didn’t want me? I think it’s probably the stereotypical thought of every kid who’s adopted. I was a baby, so I wasn’t really interested. When you approached me, I was intrigued, but more by your excitement, than disappointment. How long have you known about me?”
“As long as I can remember. She didn’t call you Graham though. She called you Kyleon. I’m assuming your parents changed your name as a baby.”
I nodded. “They did. My mama is bougie as hell and thought Kyleon sounded ghetto. She’s gotten better with that attitude of hers.”
“Well, she probably think my name is extremely ghetto,” Maj said and laughed.
While they got acquainted, I stood and looked around the store. I wasn’t much of a reader, but I was intrigued. Some of the covers seemed to just grab me. When I stopped in front of a book titled Guilty Remains by Alecea Walters, I stopped. I liked horror, thriller, mystery and suspense shit. It gave that vibe.
A lady appeared next to me, and said, “Hello, SOLA. It’s an honor to have you visit our store.”
I turned to her and smiled. “Thank you. My friend is more of a reader than I am, but this book does have me intrigued.”
“Well, it’s written by a teenager. She was only fourteen when she wrote it. It’s a young adult thriller, mystery type book. While it’s suitable for kids ages eleven and up, it’s still entertaining for adults.”
