Page 2 of Sun Kissed Moments

Involuntarily, I frowned. “Mom, no.” Flowers didn’t move me. I’d watched my father give my mom flowers every other week while knowing he was in the streets giving his dick to every woman who swooned at his dimples. So, flowers from a man triggered me like hell.

“Oh, why not, Jus? Let me guess? He’s not rugged enough for you.” She grimaced.

“No, Mom, that’s not it. Chef Tyce is cool enough. He just isn’t my type.”

“Well, you’re turning thirty, so you better think of something. Before long, your coochie is going to reject everything pertaining to a man.”

I scoffed. “Mama, please. I don’t wanna hear that.”

“Well, it’s the truth. Everything they do will make you sick to your stomach.”

“You’re still with Dad,” I reminded her.

“With his ho ass,” she added, as she always did. “Yes, I am still with him, because I be damned if another woman spends my fuckin’ money and lays up in a house I built. Ain’t no damn way.”

I chuckled at my mom’s vehement head shake. “Mom, that’s what divorce lawyers are for. Let them give you the money and the house.”

“Fun fact,” she said, “Your father is a divorce attorney, my dear. You don’t think I explored every avenue before deciding to stay?”

“Mom… That sounds horrible. You’re trapped.”

“No, no. I’m not trapped. I’m smart. It’s not like I want another man, or a new life. I’m comfortable on my side of the house, and he’s comfortable on his.”

I groaned. “Mom, I truly hate that for you. Don’t you want love, affection, intimacy, and someone to cuddle with at night?”

Mama guffawed. “Girl! That is a damn fairy tale, and please don’t ever repeat that shit to anyone. You sound crazy.”

I swallowed her harsh words and smiled. “Yeah, you’re right.” She wasn’t right, but arguing with Claire was a good way to fuck up the rest of my day.

“And I must say that I’m not happy you’re choosing to spend your birthday away instead of with your family.”

This was another one of those times I wasn’t about to argue with this lady. She’d already let me know a few times that she wasn’t happy about me doing something I wanted to do for my birthday. If it was up to her, my birthday would be spent surrounded by people she deemed worthy. I just wanted to get home and finish packing for my vacation. Seven days in an undisclosed location waited for me. Hopefully, some time away would reset my mind.

“Everything is just like you requested, sir.”

“Thank you,” I mumbled to Zamya, with her smart-ass mouth. My cousin/assistant was trying to start shit with me this morning, but my mind was elsewhere. Otherwise, I would’ve corrected her about calling me sir. “Have Van get the jet ready.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied smartly and backed out of my office.

When she closed the door, my homeboy, Angelo, chuckled. “You serious about this, huh?”

“Hell, yeah,” I answered. “You know how fuckin’ hard it is to get close to her?”

“Not for you,” he said. “You just refuse to play the Big Dane card.”

“That’s how I know you don’t pay attention, bruh. I have hundreds of women sliding in in on me daily. From the richest of the richest to a woman busting her pretty ass waiting tables. Never have I ever had a DM, pigeon’s note, or so much as a fuckin’ tag or mention from her.”

Angelo burst out laughing.

I waved him off and said, “She’s lowkey, and I fuck with her because of it.”

“Aight, so you supposed to just pop up on her, and what?” he questioned.

“Get my fuckin’ date, nigga.”

He grinned. “Aight, that’s cool and everything, but keep in mind. She just broke up with ol’ boy.”

My top lip curled in disdain. “Don’t bring that fuck nigga up inside my office, mane.”