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Witherspoon:Hey to you too. I didn’t sleep in your bed last night. Didn’t wake up in it this morning either.
She damn sure didn’t. I struggled two nights ago when she faked falling asleep at my crib. Of course, I wasn’t going to put her out. The girl was tired. I could see it all in her pretty face the moment I found her wandering in my hallway. But I wouldn’t lie about the discipline I applied to not touch her. Smelling her between my sheets made it difficult for me to leave her there when I headed down to my gym and then again when I showered and left for work. I’d been torn so bad with how to handle this girl. Each time I said was the last time, I meant it. But I hadn’t been able to actually leave her alone.
Me:Ms Ines cooking tonight?
Even my immediate response to her was open. I didn’t even think if it was the right thing to do, I just went with my inclination. Witherspoon weakened my flesh and not just in a sexual manner. I was drawn to her and didn’t like it, but didn’t know what to do.
Either way, that was that. I’d put it out there and wouldn’t pull it back. Just like with Danny Lew and his agreement to our deal. Initially, it was to be a joint venture withJust Homes. Now, seeing the visible monkey on dude’s back, I knew I could never partner with the likes of him. The dilemma was how I couldn’t kill the deal at this point in the game.Nah. Now, I had to cook up a deviated route to get to the goal.
Unamused by it all, I paid Danny Lew and his red running nose empty eyes. “Sorry to hear about ya pops. Keep ya head up, Danny Lew.” I tossed my chin, dismissing him. The demons attached to him irritated my spirit.
And with that, he turned with a long face and walked off. The monkey on his back was happy with the fat check in his pocket. My spirit, on the other hand, was being tortured by a desire I could never obtain. Similar to Danny Lew’s monkey, I couldn’t shake it off.
As I raised my arm to ring the doorbell, fucking butterflies exploded in my belly. That was some shit; I never got nervous. I moved heat without fear more than half my teen years. I’d pulled my first gat on a man twice my age and experience with guns. I’d gone to war with the Latin Kings over territory. I’d initiated a deal with the Brim Bloods out of Passaic over a punk ass white boy I ain’t even know. I’d fired off and hit a few. I’d turned myself in for a hit I didn’t make a clean getaway from. I stood trial for the bodies and even took a plea to a lesser charge and was sent to prison for it. None of those events had my stomach flipping in excitement like visiting this chick.
I waited a few seconds before the latch sounded and the door was pulled open. Her eyes were low, cheeks high, and mouth closed as she grinned my way. What was this? Was Witherspoon excited to see me, too? At first, I couldn’t speak. I tried letting her take the lead. It was too dangerous for me to. I couldn’t trust myself with Witherspoon, and that fact had been kicking my ass.
And she looked so good. Wearing a black tank top and loose cropped sweats, Witherspoon was casual but beyond cute…as usual. Those braids still hung down her shoulders and a translucent layer of gloss with soft, gold specks topped her full lips. My dick stiffened and I felt no shame.
Then her eyes fell, an unusual display of feminine modesty. Witherspoon was acting like a girl.
“If you’re hungry for more than Ines’ food just say that, Jas.”
“Say more, Witherspoon.”
Her head shot up and with a gleam of understanding in her eyes, she shook her head. Witherspoon stepped backward to let me in. “I’ve got company,” she informed as I walked inside.
“At least you’re dressed appropriately.”
“I’m always dressed appropriately for guests.”
“Not the first time Ipulled—” Noelle creeping into the small foyer had me biting my tongue.
“Hey, Jas!” Her eyes were big and expressive.
“Aye. Hey, Noelle.”
My eyes popped wide when she rushed me with a big ass hug. “Thanks for handling that for me last week. Come here. I want you to meet my best friend, Brandy.” She spun a one-eighty and yelled, “Brandyyyy, look who’s here!”
I turned back to Witherspoon for answers. Her smile broadened but her eyes remained just as soft as they were when she answered the door as she shrugged.
Noelle walked me into the living room where music was playing and the coffee table had been moved. Brandy looked up from her phone and did a double take our way.
“This is Jas, Bran,” Noelle informed her. “Jas, this is my best friend. I told her how you had Darius McCoy shitting his pants last week! That clown walked around all week not being able to look me in the eye.” She high-fived me.
Brandy didn’t appear as satisfied as her bestie.
“Everything all good now?” I asked.
“Yup!”
“She told the school you were a lieutenant.” Brandy shared.
My face folded. “Like a cop?”
“No,” Brandy answered. “In a gang.”
“You’re Blood, right?” Noelle asked and I could hear her sister snickering behind me. “Crip?”
