Black & Ugly (27 page)

Black and Ugly

I grab the sheets on the bed to cover my naked body. I'm embarrassed by his question. I only said what I thought he wanted to hear. When I'm with Jay and the others, they prefer me to say that during sex.

"I don't know. 'Cuz it's true, I guess."

"Naw, it's not. I need you to stop sayin' that," he demands as he reaches in and kisses my lips. "You insultin' me. I wouldn't be with you if you weren't fine."

Cannon's words make me desire him even more. I pull him on top of me and place his dick gently in my pussy. My mouth opens because, for one minute, I forgot how good it felt to have him inside of me.

Swiftly but smoothly, he moves in and out of my wet, throbbing pussy. I've never heard a man call my name and make it sound so good before. I'm just about to cum when he places his warm mouth on my ear and whispers to me, "I wish things could be different." Before I can ask him what he means, I feel a tingling sensation overtake me as I explode all over his thick, black dick. We hold each other closely and drift off to sleep.

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Parade

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO me, boy?" I ask as I sweep Daffany's kitchen floor while holding my cell phone with my shoulder. "Don't spoil me then leave me by myself, all fucked up in the head, when you go back home."

"I'm not trying to spoil you, beautiful. I'm just giving you what you deserve. Is something wrong with that?" Cannon asks.

"No," I respond and smile. "And you've definitely treated me better in the past few weeks than most men have all my life. I'm gonna miss you when you leave.

Damn! Has it only been a few weeks, for real? It feels like forever," I continue, feeling emotional at the thought of the man, belonging only to me, leaving in the next couple days.

"Yes, it's only been a few weeks, baby." I've learned little about Cannon over the past few weeks. One thing I did discover is that he doesn't take to me questioning him about his home life or the
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specifics of his business. Normally that might make me a little suspicious, but he's so nice to me that I don't care.

I mean, we haven't known each other but a couple of weeks and already he's spent money on me as if it's nothing - doing stuff like taking me to dinner at expensive restaurants, telling me to order whatever I want on the menu and letting me pick out outfits at Macy's so I can look presentable when I start my new job at Carol's shop next week.

The things he does show he cares about me more than anything else, and I'm already starting to trust him with my heart. Don't get me wrong, I've gotten used to having my share of cash lately because of Jay, but Cannon does stuff for me because he cares, not because he's trying to control me. I know Jay does it trying to keep me on his leash.

"I want to talk to you about something serious, baby," Cannon says with the tone of his voice matching his statement.

"Okay," I respond, hoping he won't end what we have just yet.

"I'm falling for you," he continues as his words cause me to walk to the living room to sit down. "And I'm very serious."

I feel that if I move to another room I will come to my senses and realize I didn't hear what he said correctly. Maybe he said he didn't want me falling for him like Jay had told me a million times.

"What did you say?" I ask hesitantly to be sure my
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ears hear what my heart feels.

"I said I'm falling for you and although I'm leaving next week, I want to take things to the next level with us. I'm talking about being exclusive. I've been thinking about relocating out here, or if worse comes to worst, you could kick it back home in LA with me." He
is
saying what I think he's saying. All my life men have shied away from that type of commitment with me. Now here he's going into it with no pressure from me. I fall up against the wall and slide down to the floor. I need to sit but remember that Daffany doesn't have any furniture, not even a sofa. For one second I feel bad for being so happy as I look around the apartment and see a world that, lately, has been coming to an end for her. But Cannon, waiting on my answer, makes me feel a little better.

"I'm falling for you, too," I respond, needing him to know the feeling is mutual.

"Good," he says. I sense he's smiling. "But there's more. It seems like whenever I try to get closer to you and get to know you better, you push me away."

"That's not true, Cannon," I reply, hoping the pitch in my voice will convince him that I ain't trying to move away, 'cuz I'm definitely trying to get closer to him. "Why you say that?"

"For one, whenever I ask to meet your friends, you tell me later. You don't like to talk about them or anything and I hate to rush things, Parade, but I'm looking to be your man. And if I'm your man, I need to know about
all
aspects of your life and for you to trust
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me."

"My life," I reiterate, loving the idea of me having one before he entered the picture. I must be doing a good job of convincing him I'm someone other than Parade Knight.

"Yes, baby," he says. "I'm serious. But what's up with you not letting me all the way in your life? I'm leaving next week, and I want to meet everyone who's important to you." I can hear the frustration in his voice.

As Cannon's every word continues to make my dreams come true, I feel terrible about keeping him away from that part of me, but I'm scared. I'm petri-fied of him finding out that I'm not the person I've presented to him. I'm worried about him finding out that all the designer things I wear were given to me because one of my best friends in the world cares enough to make sure I'm tight.

I don't want him to find out that a day before he met me, I was nappy-headed and slept with my best friend's man just to be like her. But, most of all, I don't want him to hear how badly she talks about me.

"I understand, Cannon, and you're right." I hesitantly submit. "Well ... we have a get-together the last Friday of each month and if you want, you can meet them all then."

"I'd like that, Parade. This means a lot to me," he responds.

"It means a lot to me that it means a lot to you." I laugh.

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Suddenly there is excessive knocking at the door.

Cannon hears it and asks me if I will be okay since I told him what happened to Daffany. Maybe he doesn't want the same thing happening to me, but something tells me that the incident was related to her lifestyle, so I feel that I don't have anything to worry about.

"I'm okay, Cannon. I'll call you back later."

"You sure?" he insists. "I can be in my car in a minute if something's up."

"I'll be okay. I'll talk to you later." I walk to the door and trip out when I see Jay on the other side. What the fuck? I wonder how he knew I was here, but then I realize it isn't hard to find anything out around the Manor. I fix my hair a little without a mirror and open the door.

"Jay, what are you -"

Before I can say anything to him, he pushes his way in and closes the door.

"What up, Parade? Why the fuck you dodgin' me?" he yells. "First you in my pockets and now whenever I call you, you can't be found."

"Where have I been? Come on, Jay. Why are you even talking to me like this?" I ask, questioning if I should tell him I have somebody else in my life and that eventually, whatever arrangement we have will come to an end.

"What?" he says as he squints his eyes and tilts his head. "I'm talkin' to you like that because I think you're tryin' to play me."

For real, all this shit Jay's doing is bullshit.
He
is the
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one telling me not to fall in love with him. Now here he is in Daffany's apartment, fussing at me like I'm his girlfriend or somethin'. Before Cannon came in my life, I would've been excited about this, but right now, I'm not.