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Don Caselli

Navy was smoking fucking blue magic if she thought we were strangers after the way I fucked her.

She was crazy if she thought I wasn’t going back in again and again, and then again after that.

The kind of pussy she had, she could walk around slapping bitches because she felt like it.

And if she ever decided to start, I would be right there, making sure a bitch didn’t even blink.

Laundry and cleaning her place went out the window the minute she wanted me to fuck her.

I could tell from how stiff she was that she wasn’t experienced with sex, and that was the shit I liked.

She was smart enough to catch on and know that I liked when she talked her shit back.

All that no attachments and stranger shit went out the window when she bit my shoulder.

She was a part of me now, and now I needed her Social Security number so I could add her to my health insurance.

Needed them teeth strong, so when I slid her back onto this dick her teeth could take it.

“You have a crest on your robes?” She came out into the kitchen as I was making us a drink.

“My brother extra. You met him.”

“And you are his exact twin. It’s freaky, almost.”

“Chill out.”

She slid onto the stool as I went into the fridge. “Where did you learn to fuck like that, Landon?”

I chuckled. “Why?”

“Cause I don’t think I want you doing that to somebody else.” She busted out laughing and accepted the drinks I made us.

Taking a sip, she looked at the glass. “Just ask me. I won’t do that to nobody else.”

“Oh please. How do I look asking you not to fuck with other bitches when we’re not together?”

“You can look however you want.” I took back my shot as she stared at me, unsure if I was being serious or not.

“Seriously?”

“Same rules apply for you. Find out you fucking somebody else, I’m gonna have a death certificate sent to their crib.”

“Excuse you?” She snorted.

I shrugged. “Take it however you wanna take it, Bleu.”

She didn’t need to know that I could make that shit happen with the stroke of a few keys.

Have a nigga fighting with the state because he had a death certificate, and was legally considered dead, but was still breathing.

If she didn’t want me to fuck anybody else, then I would put every bitch on hold for her.

As long as I knew I could fuck the shit out of her.

“No attachments, right?”

“None.”

“Okay. I don’t want you doing that to nobody else… and I won’t sleep with no one, either.” She held her hand out, and I kissed the top of her hand, and walked around the counter.

Turning her seat, she looked up at me as I sucked on her lips and picked her up. “No, Don. We have to head back to my grandparents’ block.”

Placing kisses down her collarbone, I replied, “The no attachment shit hard for me. I get attached quick, Bleu.”

“Find that hard to believe. You would have been in a relationship already if that was true,” she challenged what I had said.

“Let me rephrase that… I get attached quick to people I like.”

“You like me?”

I nodded my head. “Yeah.”

“We’re both fresh out of something… no attachment is best for us. Have fun and worry about that other shit later, cool?”

Her arms wrapped around my neck, and I kissed her on the head. “Cool.”

She hopped down from the counter, and I slapped her ass. “Go get dressed, Ms. Take an Hour Shower.”

“Have you seen your shower? My water goes cold if I take a shower for even fifteen minutes. I can take an everything shower in there and never run out of hot water.”

It didn’t take nothing for me to shower and change. Navy wanted to live in the damn shower. While she went to get dressed, I sat out on my terrace and looked out at the view. My phone disturbed my thoughts, and I saw my brother’s name.

“What up?”

“Shit.”

I looked at the phone, ‘cause when the fuck did this nigga call for nothing. Usually, I wasn’t able to get a greeting out because he was on me about something that needed to be done.

“Mens, you straight?”

“Yeah.”

Now I was really fucking confused and slightly concerned because it was quiet as shit. “Then why the fuck did you call me?”

“Had meatloaf for dinner.” He sounded like he had been personally victimized, and needed some emotional support, but didn’t know who to call.

I held my laugh because he was serious. “Oh, yeah… how was that?”

“Who the fuck willingly eats meat cake, Don? You eat that shit? I ain’t never seen that shit made before.”

“Lots of people. I’ve had it a few times. People make it with ketchup and then some make a gravy. Personally, I like the ketchup topping.”

“You mean the frosting?”

I couldn’t hold my laugh anymore. “Mens, how did you like it? I know you didn’t call me because of your dinner.”

“I’m calling you because this wife of mine is trying to kill me or something…

this pregnancy shit ain’t for the weak. She fucking broke out crying because I didn’t want to eat the dinner she cooked…

literally turned red and was hyperventilating, so I had to fucking eat the damn meatloaf…

come scoop me.” I could tell he had the phone close to his mouth by the way he was whispering.

“You can’t run from your wife, Menace.”

“Wow, Don.”

“What?”

“You said you hate your fucking brother and want him to die… shit fucked up.”

I stared straight face at the invisible camera because I don’t know why I even asked his ass in the first place. “Alright, I’m ready. I’ve packed my stuff so you can carry it when we take the train back.”

Navy stood in front of me with a pair of ripped cut-off shorts, exposing her thick thighs, a tube top, and a pair of sneakers. She had her braids pulled up into a bun, and she had done light makeup. Enough for you to notice, but not so much that it took away from her natural beauty.

“Hmm, got a shorty over.” I had forgot this nigga was on the phone.

“I’m gonna holla at you, Men?—”

“Nah, nah, nah, we’re good. I can stay on the phone… who shorty?”

Whenever this nigga increased speed in his words, I knew it was time to get the fuck away, or in this case, off the phone with him. Stevie made him eat something outside of his comfort food, and now he was spiraling.

Me: Check on your boy

I sent a quick text to Duke, because I knew he was probably in the guest house.

“Sorry,” Navy apologized, not realizing I was on the phone.

She went to look out at the view, because I had peeped her amazed by it when she first walked out here. “Greene’s cousin.”

“Who?”

“Greene, Stevie’s assistant.”

The line grew quiet. “Plum?”

I couldn’t help but to laugh. “Yeah, Plum. Her cousin that was over the house.”

“How the fuck that happened?”

“We friends.”

“Yeah, I know what friends be like… friends be breaking backs and shit. Don’t think I don’t know.”

“I don’t fucking think you do. You married your victim.”

“She wasn’t no fucking victim… just a thief.” He became offended that he met his wife while she was unknowingly robbing his ass in the process.

“Yeah, whatever. Go have a drink and chill the fuck out.”

He never replied, just ended the call, and I stood up. Coming behind Navy, I boxed her in with both my arms resting on the opposite sides of the railing. “Why you saying sorry?”

“You were on the phone… don’t want you in trouble with nobody.” She snickered, thinking she was so fucking cute.

Being real, she was fucking cute.

She turned around, facing me. “Why don’t you have any plants out here? This is the perfect space for it. I don’t know if you know, but I love plants.”

“I got that from the poison ivy growing around your bed.”

Navy pulled my beard and laughed. “That is not poison ivy! It’s a pothos plant, and I’m very proud of her.”

“Proud of you,” I said as I kissed her neck, and I felt her body fold by my presence.

“For what?”

“Taking that dick and never tapping out… proud of you, Bleu.”

She stared up into my eyes and snorted. “You too freaked out.”

“Never denying that shit, either.”

She looked around the terrace. “I kind of don’t wanna leave now. Do you have a projector? Movies out here would hit so hard.”

I snatched her tote bag she packed, and her hand. “Nah, your pops was talking big shit about dominos, so I gotta flex my shit.”

“You don’t know how to play, though.”

“Graduated top of every class when in school… I can refresh on the ride.”

Navy had this little sneaky grin on her face. “We’re taking the train.”

She was trying to convince me to take it heading to my place, and I turned her down because I had already called a car to come scoop us. “Alright.”

“Alright?”

“You want me to be scared of the train bad.”

“No, I don’t. I just want to show you my version of New York. How many times have you rode the subway?”

“Never.”

“Exactly.”

“And is that a problem?”

“Yes. Every New Yorker has gotten on the train and knows the stops. I live on the train, and my daddy drives one, so it was always important for me to know my way around my city.”

“You done with this speech, Dora?”

Navy shoved me and then laughed. “You better invite me over again, too. I wanna sit out here and just read.”

“Gotta come back to pick your bag up, right?” I watched as she turned slowly with a smile on her face.

A smile I realized I wanted to keep on her face.

She was in control of our journey back to her grandparents’ block.

All she needed was the train that was close to my building, and I watched her brain compute the way we needed to go and what trains we had to transfer to.

I allowed her to take control with tapping my card to gain access to the train station.

Navy was in her own world as she navigated the train stations like she was a fucking Ninja Turtle or some shit. I pulled her closer to me when the train pulled into the station, and she looked up at me. This may have been her zone, and I was allowing her to lead, but I was a protector, too.