“Apologizing. I’on know what I did, but I’m about to make up for it.”
He didn’t say anything as he picked me up and slid into my already soaked center. He apologized until the water turned cold.
Maybe I should catch an attitude with him more often...
Chapter Seventeen
Titan
a few days later...
I was meeting Tink’s mama today, and I think I was more nervous than she was. I haven’t met a girl’s parents since high school. Yeah, it was only her mama, but still. If she didn’t like me based on the shit that she’d seen online, then she could influenceTink to stop fucking with me. I was currently in my room with my sister in my face.
“Bubby, just be yourself,” she coached.
“I am, but that doesn’t mean she’s gone fuck with me,” I countered.
“And you care?” She shot back.
I paused to think about it for a second. Did I care?
“You really like Cady, huh?” She probed.
I turned to look at my sister and thought about my answer before I said it out loud.
“Yeah, man,” I stressed as I ran my hand down my face.
“Aww, Bubby. You’re in love,” she squealed as she jumped on me.
“Man, get your big ass off me.” I frowned. “Ain’t nobody said shit about being in love. You’re worse than the damn blogs, making up shit.”
I sprayed my cologne and grabbed the keys to my Range Rover.
“Whatever. I like Cady and she doesn’t put up with your shit.” She shrugged.
“Man, watch out. Tink don’t scare nobody.” I waved her off.
“I didn’t say she scared you, but she doesn’t put up with your shit,” she shot back.
“I’ain even doing shit for her to put up with.”
“Exactly.”
I didn’t bother with responding because, in a way, she was right. I ended up eating plenty pussy the other night, and I didn’t even know what I did, but I tried my best to fuck and suck the attitude right out her little ass.
“Whatever. Lock my shit up when you leave, and you better leave. Don’t be in my shit when I come back.”
“And why can’t I be here when you get back?”
“Because if all goes well, I plan on coming back and fucking Tink all over this muthafucka and I’on want you in here to witness that.” I smirked.
“Nasty ass nigga,” she mumbled behind me.
Laughing, I left my sister at my place and headed to get my girl.
My girl? Was she my girl? Yeah, I’m tripping.
When I pulled up to her building, I got out and headed upstairs. A few of her neighbors noticed me, but nobody said anything... just stared. I threw a few head nods as I swaggered to her door. I rang the bell and waited for her to come and open it for me. When she did, I almost wanted to tell her to call her mama and tell her we’ll be by later. She had on a simple gray sweatsuit, but the shit fit her perfectly, and she had on a tight crop shirt that showed off her stomach. She had a few loose curls in her shoulder length hair and a pair of white Air Max on her feet. This was the shit that I loved about her. She didn’t have to try hard and still looked good in the shit.
