Authors: Ms. Neicy
“Well nigga, you should’ve been honest from the jump. I said tell her when the time was right, not wait three damn months to mention it.”
“I didn’t think shit was going to go this far.”
“Doesn’t matter; you still should’ve been honest.” He said. He was speaking nothing but the truth, so I couldn’t even be upset with him. I guess I couldn’t do nothing but get ready for this trip and hope that, afterwards, she still wanted to deal with me, but if not, like I always said, life goes on.
Chapter 16
Renee
It was only Wednesday, but I was super excited for the weekend. I decided to take a half day Friday since Renzo and I would be going to San Antonio this weekend. I had mentioned it, but I didn’t think he would really go. I don’t know why I was surprised though. Usually, anytime I mentioned something, he was the guy to make it happen for me. We had been talking almost three-and-a-half months now, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t have strong feelings for that man. So far, he had been doing everything right. I just hoped that I could stay in this bliss of happiness a little while longer.
I was starting to feel like something was off, but so far, nothing had been presented. I did find that account with the girl with the same last name as him weird, but when I tried to go back to view the account, it was gone. I had met his sister already, and he had a brother, but I didn’t know who that chick was. I was pushing all those negative thoughts to the back of my mind, though, because in two days, we would be on our way to a romantic weekend, and I couldn’t wait.
“Renee, I need you to come and clean the cabinets.” Mr. Bill said. I sighed, because something had to give. I was an administrative assistant, not his fucking maid. He paid me well for my services, but damn, was he gonna ask me to go to the restroom with him and wipe his white ass. Friday wasn’t coming quick enough.
After finishing up with the cabinets, I went back to my desk to do some work. I was supposed to meet up with Lisa for happy hour. I don’t know why she wanted to meet on a Wednesday, but whatever, I was going to show face. She worked downtown, and I worked in the Galleria area, so we decided to meet up at Social Junkie. Social Junkie was this little spot off Washington. At about 9 pm, it would usually start to get really crowded because of chicken and beer Wednesday. When you stayed in Houston, you could find a spot to hit just about every single day of the week if you were the party type. I didn’t mind going places, but I usually waited until the weekend rolled around before I hit the city. Most of the people that frequented the clubs throughout the week didn’t have jobs to get up and go to the next day. They were dope boys, Instagram models, unemployed and living off the government, or they were rich. That’s the way I saw it, anyway, so I tried not to be in that crowd to much, but Lisa was dying to meet up, so I guess I didn’t have a choice. By 8 pm, I was out.
Pulling up to Social, there wasn’t a lot of people there and I was glad. I went inside and grabbed us a table. I ordered me some lemon pepper wings all flats, because those were my favorite. I ordered a Cîroc punch and waited for Lisa, who came in not even ten minutes after me. My sister was glowing, and I was just happy to see that. I hadn’t seen my sister smile so hard in so long. I hadn’t really spoken with her since the last time we hung out, but I was excited to see what she had been up to.
“Hey sissy.”
“Hey boo. I haven’t heard from you in a minute, but so much has changed since the last time we have talked.” She said as soon as she took a seat. She ordered her food and then we were back at it.
“So I passed this semester with straight A’s!” she blurted out.
“AYE, we can definitely cheers to that!” I said holding my drink up.
CLICK CLACK!
“CHEERS!” we both said in unison.
“I finally got your brother out of my space.”
“Oh yes, I know. Girl, I didn’t tell you Jacob brought his retarded ass by my momma house looking for me, and him and Wyatt had it out. Wyatt was just there to defend me, but he also told me about you. He messed up Lisa; let’s just see the outcome first before you make any irrational decisions.” I said.
“Oh no ma’am. There isn’t shit irrational about what I have going on. I sat up so many nights and thought about it, I prayed about it, hell, I even cried about it, Renee, but I’m tired. This nigga may have another baby on the way, and we have been together for damn near fifteen years. Girl, no ma’am. That there was my wake up call. I love your brother with all my heart, but I love me more, and I can’t continue to sit up there and accept his behavior. I want to keep a relationship with you and momma though.”
“Girl, stop playing. You know you gonna always be my damn sister. Come on, let’s order another drink. We got another hour up in here, because I can’t stay here past eight. You know the crowd is going to be completely different.”
“You right about that.” she said. We finished up our drinks before deciding to call it a night. I had been texting Renzo this entire time, because I was feeling tipsy, and I wanted him to hold me. He told me he would be waiting for me at my place, so I was really rushing to get out of here and get home to my man. Well, he wasn’t my man yet, but he would be soon. We did everything couples did; we just didn’t have the title, and since I wanted him, I was about to let that be known.
Pulling up to my apartment, he was already there. He hadn’t even see me pull up, because he was in the middle of what sounded like a heated phone conversation. I couldn’t really make out what he was saying, but I could tell that, whatever it was, he wasn’t feeling. I knocked on the window, and he looked up and smiled. Ending his conversation when he saw me, he got out of the car and greeted me with a hug and a kiss.
“What was that about?” I asked as soon as we got into the house. I was referring to the conversation he was having right before I walked up on him.
“Nothing, how was your day baby girl?”
“It was fine. I couldn’t wait to get to you. I rushed Lisa away and all.” I said laughing.
“Well, damn. You wanted to see me like that?” he said, palming my ass. I was already tipsy, and him touching on me like that had me feeling like I needed a release. I pushed him on the couch and climbed on top of him. We started kissing as his hands roamed up and down my body. It felt so good, because I hadn’t been touched sexually since the Netflix night, and before that, it was Jacob. I needed this shit like I needed air to breathe.
He unbuttoned my shirt as I unbuttoned his pants. Fuck all the foreplay shit, I wanted to get straight to it. Once I released his manhood from his boxers, I couldn’t lie, I was a bit scared. He had to be all of ten inches, but he was thick as hell. He was so thick that I felt like he would beat the shit out of my walls, and I wasn’t trying to be walking around known as the girl with the loose pussy. He must have sensed my hesitation, because he stopped. He looked me in my eyes and smiled. I smiled back as he picked me up and carried me to the room. I removed the rest of my clothes as he did the same. He climbed on top of me, and from the tip along, I was flinching. I had only had sex with three guys in my lifetime, and none of them were as big as he was.
“I’m going to take it slow. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. I never want to hurt you.”
“You promise?”
“As long as I have anything to do with it, I promise you that.” He said. That was all I needed to hear. It took a good three minutes before he filled me up, and I was able to catch the rhythm. I wanted to get loose, so I politely pushed him off of me, and I asked him to lay on his back. Once he did that, I climbed on top of him and took him on the ride of his life. He kept telling me to slow down, but I was in my zone. He came and I came, and ten minutes later, we were back at it again.
Renzo and I had done every damn position possible, and if we hadn’t tried it, I was going to be sure to do so this weekend. I was glad that we had waited to have sex, but now that sex was involved, and I already had those feelings, I knew that if anything was to be any different than what he told me, I would be seriously hurt, and I was so tired of being hurt; I didn’t know what to do.
“I need to tell you something baby girl.” Renzo said. I just had a feeling he was going to say something I didn’t want to hear. I was already on cloud nine, so whatever it was, I felt like it could wait until I was mentally prepared for it.
“If it’s bad, I don’t want to know right now. I really like you Renzo, I really do. I like you even more now, because not only do we have an emotional connection, but the physical connection is off the charts. I just want to have this moment for life. I know that’s probably not possible, but if I can have it a little longer that would be great. So whatever it is you want to tell me, let’s talk about it another day.” I said. I heard him sigh, but I really just wasn’t in the mood for any bad news right now.
“Good night.” I said, as I gave him a kiss and rolled over. It only took me a few seconds to get comfortable. I laid under Renzo as he held me, and I was out within minutes. I could definitely get used to this.
Chapter 17
Gucci
I was getting ready to close up the shop, but in walked this woman with two kids. I was tired as hell, but I wasn’t going to turn down no money. My last customer had left about ten minutes ago, and I guess I didn’t turn off the damn open sign.
“How can I help you, Ma?”
“I’m sorry to come in here at the last minute, but it’s picture day at school tomorrow, and I got off so late. His damn daddy didn’t take him, his barber was acting like a little… you know what, never mind, can you cut my boy’s hair for me. I’ll pay you double if I have to sir, but I really need it cut.” The woman said. I looked at her, and it was actually the first time I had paid her ass any attention. I’m glad I did, because lil’ momma was bad. She was thick as shit, standing at about five feet even, and she had a smooth, caramel complexion. Her body reminded me of those stripper bitches that I loved to look at. I wondered if it was all hers.
“It’s cool; it’ll be fifteen. I got you. Go ahead and take a seat while I get your boy right.” I said. She sat down with her little girl and played in her phone until her daughter kept asking her to see it so that she could play some game. Once she gave the little girl the phone, she came over to see what I was doing.
“Not too far back ok?” She said.
“I got you, Ma.”
“You want a design Wendal?” she asked her son.
“Mom, no. I’ll tell him. I don’t like when you treat me like a little baby.” Her son said. I chuckled a little bit. I thought it was cute, her being an overprotective mother. My mother was once the same way, and my response would be just like his. She just rolled her eyes and returned to her seat with her daughter.
“She’s always treating me like a baby. I’ll be ten soon.” Her son said.
“You’ll always be her little baby, although you may not like it. She’s just looking out for you, lil’ man.” I said. About fifteen minutes later, I was done, and she was pleased with my services.
“Well damn, you did it better than his barber does. I think I’m going to start coming to you, because you are a lot quicker than that nigga as well.” She said, handing me my money. “Can I get your number, or a card or something, so that way I can set up an appointment with you?” she said. I looked her up and down before responding.
“You only want to set up that type of appointment? What if we throw a date or two in the mix? Would you be cool with that?” I said. She looked up and smiled. I was bold as hell; it was either going to be a yes or no, and most women didn’t reject me, so her response was a little shocking.
“Well, we’ll start with the hair appointments and go from there.” She said. I grabbed her phone and placed my number in it.
“What’s your name baby girl, so that I can save your number?”
“Lisa.”
“Ok, Lisa. I’m Gucci. Don’t be a stranger. As a matter of fact, I want to hear from you a little later.” I said, turning around to sweep up the spot so that I could get out of there. I had to drive at least 45 minutes to get home, and a nigga was getting tired. I had a few other people that cut heads in here and paid me booth rent, but everyone else was gone for the night.
“We’ll see about that.” She said, before turning to leave. I watched her through the window, and she waved once she made it to her car. I cut the open sign off and finished what I started.
About three hours later, I was finally in bed and wasn’t shit on TV keeping my attention. I tossed and turned for a little while before I decided to send Ms. Lisa a text. I don’t know why, but for whatever reason, I wanted to know more. She responded a few minutes later saying that she was up and that she could talk, so I picked up the phone and placed a call.