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When he stood to walk away, I heard someone say, “He sure in the fuck is.”
I looked up to see Jungle standing there as he and Omar gave each other a head nod. I hopped up from my seat and fell in his arms as I laughed. He scooped me up and kissed my lips. “What the fuck you been drinking?”
“I don’t know, but I need some protein and fluids to level me out. You gon’ help me?”
“Hell fucking yeah. I got all the protein you need. We’ll stop and get some Gatorade so you won’t be dehydrated.”
As he carried me out, the security guy stopped him. “No offense, bruh. I just need to verify that she knows you.”
“I know him. This is my boyfriend.”
Jungle had a frown on his face as the man asked for his name. Before Jungle could say anything, Whitney said, “That’s her boyfriend. She called him to come get her. You can ask any of the ladies in our party.”
“Okay. It’s just precaution. There’s been an uptick in trafficking, and we don’t want shit like that going down on our watch.”
Jungle gave him a nod after he explained. “Thank you, Mr. Officeeeerrr,” I said and laughed.
“Lawd have mercy,” Whitney said as Jungle took me to his vehicle.
“C-Mar, you better not throw up in my shit.”
“Nigga, chill. I don’t even feel sick.”
There looked to be three of him, but I didn’t bother telling him that. My vision was blurry as hell. He said something to Whitney, then kissed her cheek and walked around the vehicle to get inside. He started the engine, then turned to me and said, “Your brother is a fucking lame. I’m glad you asked me to come get you. I’m gon’ have you cumming all night, so you gon’ need that Gatorade plus some.”
I smiled at him as he pulled away from the curb. “Why is he a lame?”
“You know where the fuck we went? Buffalo fucking Wild Wings. How is that a damn celebration? His original plans of going to Pour 09 would have been ten times better. When I marry yo’ ass, I’m going all out. We balling out in a whole notha country and shit.”
The smile fell from my face, and I just stared at him.He wants to marry me?My face was heating up, and I was starting to feel queasy. “Aww, hell naw,” he said and cranked up the A/C. “We’re almost to the hotel. C-Mar, you supposed to be getting protein and fluids in a minute. Please don’t get sick on me, baby.”
“I’m sorry. Pull over. Now!”
He stopped on the side of the road, and I hopped out and threw up in the grass. That shit had splashed on my legs and feet. The sight only made me throw up more. When I felt Jungle rubbing my back, I knew he loved the fuck out of me. He would have been on his own. My stomach couldn’t take the sight of throw up, and the way this shit smelled only made it worse.
“See what happens when you try to assert your independence and shit?”
Before I could say something smart back, I threw up more. When that shit died down, he pulled me away from it and handed me a bottle of water. When I felt water on my legs and feet, I thought I’d pissed on myself. I opened my eyes to see Jungle pouring another bottle of water on them to rinse off the throw up.
I wanted to start crying, but I was sobering up fast. I knew if I started crying, I would throw up more. After rinsing my mouth once more, I stared up at Jungle. He pulled a towel from his shoulder and handed it to me. “Thank you,” I whispered.
“Come on, baby.”
He put his arm around me and helped me inside the vehicle. I felt so stupid. I was thirty years old, experiencing shit people did in their early twenties. Once he got in, he smirked at me and took off. I remained quiet as he drove. Within minutes, we were arriving at the Courtyard by Marriott hotel. Once he parked, he turned to me and grabbed my hand. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I got’chu, baby.”
He looked my hand over then smelled it before kissing it. I couldn’t help but chuckle. Jungle always knew how to make me feel better. After he got out, he walked around and opened my door. “The most important thing… did you have fun?”
I smiled slightly. “I did.”
“That’s all that matters. Come on so I can wash this beautiful body. That nigga at the club was tryna get at you, huh?” he asked, changing the subject.
“Yeah. I put him up on game. I might have been throwed, but I was sober enough to set him straight.”
“Throwed, huh? You tryna sound like you from Houston na?”
“Naw. I’m tryna sound like my man. That cool wit’chu?”
“Mm hmm, but I want you to sound like C-Mar… like Jenetta. That’s who I fell in love with. Don’t get me wrong though. I’m feeling that vibe you on. Come on so I can feel the vibe that pussy on too.”
