Page 52 of Gang of Roses: Dice

“There's more to you, Ms. Global Jamerson.”

“I guess you can say that.”

“Man...” He stared off into space while tugging at the end of his beard. “My mama gone shoot to the moon. That lady been waiting on a grandbaby for years.”

That made my heart smile.

If only my mama or Granny Day could've met Revv. The way he played with his invisible friends, I liked to think they kept him company.

“You good?”

“Huh?”

“You zoned out for a minute.”

“Oh... I'm good. But I’m glad your family will accept Revv.”

He nodded, but I couldn’t hide the concern written all over my face.

“You know, I never told anybody this, but there was one time I almost came clean. You were at the airport. When I stepped into view, this slim girl with long black hair and blonde highlights walked up and hugged you. I didn’t want to interrupt, so... I stepped back out of sight.”

“Girl, that could’ve been anybody.” He balled his face up. “You held on to a life-changing secret because you saw somebody hug me?”

The mug he wore was too damn cute.

“G-baby, I’m trying not to get pissed, love. But you’re going into a territory that is playing with my emotions. With that, I don’t wanna ruin your life bullshit like you don’t have my son. A son, whose full name I don’t even know. I missed time with him, love.”

Dammit Dice!

“His name is Revv Monroe Jamerson.”

He grimaced, not the usual frown, but a deep mug.

“A what?.. Girl, you can drop that Jamerson.”

“Whyyyyy it’s cute,” I said, dragging my words like Coca.

“And that’s the damn problem.”

“He knew who I was.”

“Of course. I showed him pictures, and we watched you on television speaking about your new renovations and expansion. Congratulations, by the way.”

“I appreciate that.”

I just nodded, and he stood to his full height, and my whole body reacted. No wonder we had a child in the other room; this Greek god was just too much to process.

“You gonna get wrinkled. Take your bath before your water gets cold. I will be in here waiting.”

He turned to walk out, and fat ma started to cry.

“No backwash?” I called out at his wide back.

“Girl, I’m still pissed, but I’ma still pin yo’ ass to the bed, so hurry up.”

Whew, that went better than I expected, and I was about to speed through this wash. I needed that melatonin dick; a bitch was tired.

I know there was more we had to talk about, but somewhere in his heart, he softened because he met his son, he learned his son knew who he was, and I was about to get some much-needed dick.