You Needed Me A Love Story (10 page)

That damn dinner that my mom and sister cooked was off the fuckin’ chain. I ended up chilling and talking with my siblings, minus TQ, all damn night. That nigga TQ was on some other shit, and it was funny to sit and watch. He didn’t want to admit that he enjoyed having someone to keep the other side of the bed warm. Most niggas liked new pussy every now and then, but there was nothing like smashing pussy that you knew was yours. My days of stepping out were way behind me though, so hunting for that new new wasn’t my thing.

I knew TQ was trippin’ when I saw how his eyes were locked on shorty from the minute she walked into the venue that first night. The nigga watched her for an hour straight, until she went to the bathroom. It seems like they’ve been attached at the hip ever since that night too. I was happy for my little brother, and now all we needed to do was get Lendsey’s ass some act right. Britain had a bitch, but he would never change.

I walked into my condo on Glenville feeling tired as fuck. I was full as hell and it was late, so all I wanted to do was knock out. I was even too tired to fuck, which was rare because Summer always kept me in the mood, unless she started running her mouth too much. Tonight though, I was just gonna check on my daughter, Bryleigh, and then knock out in the living room.

As soon as I made it to my couch, I plopped down and began to remove my shoes. I was gonna sleep out here because I didn’t feel like showering, and I had to shower before getting into my bed and lying on my nice ass Egyptian cotton sheets. So since I was damn near dead right now, I would have to sleep on this comfy ass couch.

I got my shoes and crew neck off, then slipped my jeans down before getting a blanket from the linen closet. I laid it across the couch, took a piss, washed my hands, and then went and laid down after kissing my daughter. As soon as I began drifting off, I could tell someone turned on the living room light; that someone in particular was my girlfriend, Summer.

“Summer, please, I’m tired as fuck,” I grunted as I listened to her small feet pad towards me.

“Where the fuck have you been, Rhys?” she folded her arms across her chest and frowned down at me with her pretty face. “Bryleigh wouldn’t even go to sleep for the first hour because she was asking about you.”

My phone buzzed as Summer went on and on, so I looked down to check the text.

+1 (617) 555 - 7133
: I miss you.

+1 (617) 555 - 7133:
We need to talk.

I ignored the text from this girl named Lisa, and then silenced my phone before looking back up at a fuming Summer.

My girl was bad as fuck, and was cool as hell too, which is why I made her my girl. At one point in my life I was like my little brothers, not wanting to be in a relationship, but that was until I met Summer. Like Kimberlyn, she showed me how good it felt to have that one person for you at home. Summer was not only gorgeous with her smooth pecan brown skin, long brown dreads, and sexy ass frame, but she could hold a conversation and had goals. The pussy and head was on some other shit too.

I met her when I went to the mall to purchase some sneakers. I thought it was cool that she was so sexy and feminine, yet knew so much about tennis shoes. And, of course, because I’m a good-looking ass nigga, she came up out of them digits quick, fast, and in a hurry. We got off to a rocky start because I was still on my player shit, but once she made it clear that she wasn’t having it, I had to decide what was more important, her or other bitches. Of course she won, but despite my faithfulness she accused me constantly.

“Baby, I was with my family all night, please turn the light out,” I stated calmly, hoping she backed the fuck up. Summer knew my temper was bad, and I was not trying to go there with her little ass.

“With your fucking brothers, fucking bitches you mean!” she hollered, making my ears ring, and that shit pissed me off.

I hopped up off the couch and towered over her ass wearing a scowl. Just like I knew she would, she cowered under me.

“Be quiet before you wake up the baby! I told yo’ muthafuckin’ ass I was with my family! Get the fuck up outta my face accusing me of shit! I’m tired and I have a long fucking week ahead of me!” I barked and she jumped back.

“Okay,” she nodded slowly, before walking over to the light and cutting it off.

I threw my head back and sighed, before saying, “Aye, Summer, come here, man.” I plopped down on the couch.

She walked back over to me, fidgeting a bit, and then once she got close enough, I pulled her into my lap. Kissing on her neck, I groped her thighs and inhaled whatever she’d used to wash her body some hours ago.

“I ain’t mean to yell at you, but I swear to God I was with my family tonight. I love you and I am not fuckin’ around on you, okay?”

“So you don’t speak with Lisa anymore?” she raised her brow and I shook my head ‘no’.

Lisa was a girl that I cheated on Summer with almost a year ago. Summer and I had been together eight years at the time, and we’d hit a huge snag. We decided to break up for a little bit, and when we did, I met Lisa. The problem was, when I got back with Summer I fucked Lisa a couple more times, and Summer found out. I haven’t touched Lisa since then, yet Summer felt the need to question me about her. I mean, yeah, Lisa was low-key still obsessed with me, but her and I have been over for some time.

The most I did now was text other bitches here and there, but I would never fuck them. I may come over to the crib to chill, but that was it. I wasn’t built to cheat, so no matter how bad I may have wanted them right then and there, I couldn’t do it. Cheating on Summer was a one-time thing, and it would never happen again. By saying that, me texting and chilling with other girls here and there was nothing big in my opinion, since I wasn’t touching them. Even though I felt that way, Summer could never know about it.

“Why didn’t you come to bed?” she asked, pulling me from my walk down memory lane.

“Because I’m dirty and I was too damn tired to get in.”

Summer reached down into my boxers while keeping her eyes locked on mine. I knew she wanted to fuck in order to tell if I was lying. She knew I would never disrespect her and fuck her after I did it to another bitch. I just shook my head as she removed my rod from my boxers. How many times did we have to go through this for her to see I was serious about being only into her?

I yanked her little body closer to me, and then pulled her panties to the side before slipping into her.

“Mmm,” she tucked her bottom lip in her mouth. I hadn’t hit in about a week, and damn was her pussy snug.

“I know what you doing, ma, and now you see I wasn’t lying.”

I guided her hips as she bounced on my dick slowly. This shit was about to have me crying out like some hoe ass nigga. This was one of the top five reasons I’d wifed Summer’s ass. I threw my head back, enjoying the feeling of her. She cupped my face and began kissing me hungrily as I started slamming her down onto me, pounding her spot.

“Aaah, uuuh, uuuh!” she whimpered as I bit her bottom lip.

We both released together, and continued to kiss one another while panting heavily.

“I told your bratty ass I was behaving myself.” I pecked her and she grinned widely.

I loved seeing that smile. She had deep dimples like myself, and every time she smiled it made me feel some type of way. One day I would marry this girl, but we needed to get some trust back up in this shit first.

The next morning…

Here I was lying in bed alone, just like the night before, and the night before that. Thinking about it alone made me cry. I was so in love with Rhys Quinton, but I hated the way he treated me sometimes. I just hated how angry he got over the smallest things; it was really scary. Not to mention the fact that I knew he was cheating on me.

I couldn’t leave though, it seemed. It was like he knew he had the upper hand, and that I loved him more than anything in the world. I wish I were stronger, strong enough to go against his stupid ass even when he got his angriest.

“Fuck,” I mumbled as my alarm went off.

It was 5am and I had to be out of the door and off to work in an hour and a half. In addition to that, I had to get my daughter Bryleigh up and off to my mom’s so she could take her to preschool later.

I was a make-up artist, and I worked for a modeling company. I would have to be at the shoots earlier than the damn models, and then sit and do their makeup while they ordered everyone around, begging for lattes. My job paid extremely well though, and I loved doing makeup so that was the only thing that kept me going. I had more than enough money to move out of Rhys’ spot, but for some reason other than Bryleigh, I didn’t want to.

Peeling the covers off of my body, I got out of the bed and grabbed my iPhone. I dialed Rhys’ number and waited as the line trilled. His voicemail picked up like usual, and I was tempted to go off on him and tell him that it was over, but I knew I didn’t want that. Leaving him would hurt me more than it would hurt him, and that was bad all in itself.

I got out of the bed, and then brushed my teeth after having my morning tea. I then got into the shower, and once I was clean, I threw on some light blue skinny jeans, a white t-shirt, and some black flip-flops. The weather in Boston was perfect right now, so I was taking full advantage of it since it was rare. I pulled my dreads into a bun on top of my head, and then after putting on my gold watch that Rhys bought me, I went down the hall to wake up my baby.

I bathed her, supervised her teeth brushing, and then took her to the kitchen to make her a small but hearty breakfast after doing her hair.

“Waffles for the princess,” I smiled and slid the plate in front of her.

“Thanks, Mommy. Where is Daddy? I got up like I do every night and I couldn’t find him.” She put some food into her mouth as she stared into my eyes with her pretty blue ones, waiting for an answer. She was only four, but very smart.

“He had to work, Bry, you know daddy’s job causes him to stay out all night sometimes.” My stomach turned with every word that I spoke.

“I know. I wish it didn’t though. I want him to read me a bedtime story.”

“I read you bedtime stories!”

“Yes, but you don’t change your voice to be like the characters like Daddy,” she chuckled and so did I. Rhys was a horrible boyfriend, but he was a pretty great father.

“Well, I will make sure he gets back to reading for you. Hurry and finish, baby.”

Once Bryleigh finished her waffles, eggs, bacon, and juice, we were out the door and headed to my mother’s.

***

“Good morning, Summer, the models will be here soon. There are pastries in the break room,” my boss, Paul, walked up to me and said. Paul was gayer than gay, and he was super nice although a very rich man. I loved working for him because he didn’t hesitate to get the models in check if he felt they were too entitled.

“Thanks, and good morning,” I sighed, and walked to the back with my huge suitcase of makeup.

I ate one of the pastries, and before I could even finish, the models had shown up. They were already giving their Starbucks orders to my co-worker, Renee, poor thing. My other coworker Nia and I started setting up, then gave each other knowing looks as we waited to beat faces.

“Ladies, this is one of the new models for today’s shoot, his name is Hakim,” Paul introduced one of the guys.

He was perfection, and he reminded me of the actor Robert Ri’Chard from
Chocolate City
. This nigga was so damn fine that it gave me a headache. The last dude I saw that was this fine was Rhys.

“Nice to meet you ladies,” Hakim smiled and shook both my hand and Nia’s hand.

“Let me show you to the dressing room, Hakim.” Paul pulled him away and began talking to him. As he walked away, Hakim looked back at me and winked.

“Girrllll, you have a man, let me get in on him.”

“I do not want him, Nia. You are right, I have a man and I plan to stick with him, thank you.”

“Speaking of Rhys, is his sexy ass still giving you problems?”

“When does a man with blue eyes, caramel skin, and a perfectly shaven bald head with a beard
not
give you problems?” I half smiled and she chuckled.

“True, you need to hook me up with one of his brothers or something. You know I don’t care about the rumors,” Nia leaned in and whispered the last part. If only she knew the rumors were true.

She used to mess with Rhys before he and I got together. She was his age, so she’d met him before I came to their high school. Nia was simply a fuck buddy of Rhys’, so she knew nothing of his life, nor what his father was into at the time. Like everyone else, she just knew the name Quinton meant something.

No one was sure if the Quinton Crime Family existed or not, but people just knew the Quintons weren’t the people to fuck with. It’s crazy that people feared them and didn’t know why they feared them.

“Darling, his brothers are dogs. Every single one of them.”

“Girl, have you seen TQ? I don’t care. I can tame him. You know I used to want to be a veterinarian!” We both burst into laughter as the models came out.

Hakim rushed to sit in my chair, and when I turned him to face the mirror, he smiled at me and bit his plump bottom lip.

“Are you contracted with Paul? Or are you just on this job?” he asked as I began to prime his face.

“I’m contracted.”

“Damn, so that means I will be seeing more of you, right?”

“I guess so, if he hires you again.”

“He will, I’m contracted too, which means we will be spending a lot of time together you know. I look forward to it, ma,” he opened his eyes and smiled up into my face.

I just paused for a moment and then picked up the foundation to start matching him. He and I didn’t talk for the rest of the session, he just flashed me flirty smiles and winks and shit. I knew he was the type who was used to women giving him whatever he wanted, but I was not like those girls. I wasn’t even interested. Plus, Rhys would hang him from a tree by his intestines. My baby was not only crazy—he was a professional killer.