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“I hear what you’re sayin’, babe. But, Persia’s a grown woman. She’ll have to get over it. I wanna build a life with you; not with her. So, whether she likes it or not, her feelings about us are of no consequence to me. I realize how close the three of you are, but if she’s not going to be able to be happy for you, or us—”
“I understand,” I say, cutting him off before he says something I don’t want to hear. Choosing between him and my sisters is a no-brainer for me. Blood is always thicker than water. I’d have to let him go if it was going to put a wedge in my relationship with my sisters. The thought makes me sad. “She’ll come around,” I offer, hoping there’s some truth to it.
He sighs. “I don’t want you to get stressed about it. You already know if it were up to me, everyone would know. But, I realize how important it is for you to have your sisters’ blessings. So however you want to do this is cool with me. I’m with you one hundred percent. Aiight?”
“Do you mean that?”
“Of course I do. I want you, Porsha.”
I smile, nodding as if he can see me. “Thank you.”
“Umm, I was gonna wait to bring this up later on, but since we’re on the phone, I might as well ask.…”
“What is it?”
“Are you still getting it in with other cats?”
“Em—”
“Hold on. Before you say anything, let me finish. I don’t want there to be secrets between us. If we’re gonna do this, we need to do it with us bein’ able to trust each other to always be honest with the other, no matter what. Cool?”
“Yes. And I want that also, Em.”
“Then we’re good. So wassup?”
“To answer your question: yes.” It gets quiet on the other end. “Hello?”
“I’m here,” he says, sounding disappointed by my answer. “How long ago?”
“Em…”
“C’mon, Porsha, no explanations; keep shit real with me.”
“Two nights ago.”
“Oh, word?” I can tell I’ve hurt him. “And you’re good with that?”
“No, I’m not.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Em, please.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Yes, but I felt horrible afterwards. I kept thinking about you, Em. I realized that I can’t keep doing that. That I don’t want to keep doing it.”
“And you told your sisters this?”
“No, not yet. But I’m definitely not going to do it again. The only man I want to sleep with is you, Em. I mean that.”
“Cool ’cause I don’t wanna keep sharin’ you, Porsh.”
“You won’t have to,” I assure him.
“I hope not. You’re the only woman I need, want, baby. And I hope that’s gonna be the same for you. If we have to look outside of each other for satisfaction, then it’s not gonna last. I need to know you’re going to be as committed to this as I am.”
I close my eyes. Try to remember the last time I felt like this, loved—by a man other than my father. Try to remember a time when I felt so emotionally full. This thing with Emerson doesn’t complete me. And it definitely doesn’t define me, nor does Emerson. No man has, or ever will. But, Emerson definitely adds value to my already enriched life. I can’t deny that.
