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“That’s some way to show a woman love!” Becky was just arguing at this point.
“And that’s what you don’t get about them thug niggas. They ‘on’t think and behave according to your logic.” Cecil’s wistful smile was all in his voice as he swung his big body side to side. “Them niggas built differently. They’ll grab you by your weave out the damn club, then go home and fuck you for mad hours!” His shoulders lifted in remembered delight, then Cecil tittered sillily.
A knock at the door out in my bedroom sounded. “Shi,” Ines called. “Borys is here.”
Shit…
I’d forgotten about our meeting today. We’d been off the road for months, and while I had been enjoying time off, my troupe still had to eat. We needed to discuss our next move. I stood from the water too quickly, causing my body to sway from lightheadedness.
“Oh my god,” Becky cried. “Have you eaten?”
“Fuck no, bitch!” Cecil’s thick tenor barked. “Put some fuckin’ clothes on. I know we related, blood and all, but Jas ain’t finna beat my big ass because I seen’t your breast curves and hair box bed!”
Becky handed me a towel. “Oh, shut up, Cecil!”
Fifteen minutes later, my face was washed, teeth brushed, and hair combed into a high bun. I was wrapped in a fluffy robe when I entered the living room, where Borys was gazing at the pictures on the mantel above my electric fireplace. He turned as I entered the room, brilliant gray irises peering into me.Damn. Borys was a fine ass man. Tall, fit, blond, and with classical European features, including a strong jawline. If I were into white, bi-sexual men, maybe I wouldn’t be nursing a broken heart courtesy of a goddamn ferocious thug.
“Hey, babe,” he greeted in the middle of the room, reaching down and gathering me in a tight embrace.
“Hey,” my voice so soft, mirroring my compromised resolve. I was so damn tender; the tonka bean and woody spices of his favoriteDolce & Gabbanacologne warmed my chilled body.
“You good?” He took me affectionately by the hand.
I shook my head. “Better now that you’re here, though.”
Borys smirked, razor-sharp arched brows lifting. “Not when I start annoying your ass about the tour.”
Ah, yes. The Pixie tour.
I pulled in a deep breath as my eyes fell.
“That’s you, Borys, witcha fine white ass?” Cecil’s husky ass strutted into the living room, laughing goofily.
“Cecil…” He went in for a hug. “…my brother.”
The two were a sight. Both men were over six feet; only Cecil was a pudgy grizzly bear, whereas Borys was born to grace the cover ofVogueandMen’s Fitness.
“Oh! Hey, honey!” Becky reached up to hug Borys.
“Becky, don’t you wish Borys was ya hubby instead of Connor? Girl, you’d be pregnant now with little blond-headed babies.Sheeeeit. At least, I would. Ha!” Cecil stuck his tongue out and emitted a hearty laugh that could shake the damn floor.
Borys, familiar with Cecil’s colorful personality, chuckled. “Who’s to say I want blond babies? I may want Asian babies with dark hair. Where the hell is that Shizu?” He grabbed the waist of his jeans, tipping off his motives for asking.
I rolled my eyes as Cecil cracked the hell up.
“I’m hungry.” Becky started out of the living room. “Whatever Ines has cooking up in there smells amazing. Can I get anyone a drink or something?”
I shook my head. “I’m good.”
Cecil moved to follow her. “You going to get something to eat, but offer us something to drink? The hell, Becky.” He laughed at himself. “Borys, I’ll bring you back some gin, then we can explore the Asian persuasion thing. They alright, but we Black women and punks are life, honey!” He snapped his fingers for dramatic emphasis, then laughed his way out into the hall.
“Don’t forget you’re about to start a diet!” I called out after Cecil.
“Oh, bitch! That’s tomorrow. Today, she lives!”
Fighting his mirth, Borys shook his head while rolling his eyes.
“Ready?”
