Page 12 of Giving Him Something He Can Feel

I laughed knowing damn well he was serious. Safe to say I got the dress, and he talked shit the whole time we checked out.

Instead of going elsewhere to find food, we found a nice restaurant inside of the mall and got a booth in the cut.

“You like bitches with their bodies done?” I looked up from the menu in front of me just in time to catch the expression that plagued his face.

“You got your body done?” he quizzed.

“No, everything on me is natural. This is my body.”

“I like yo’ body, so I guess not.” He smirked, setting the menu down. “I want a steak, but on my son that shit is gonna fuck up my stomach.”

I nodded. “Then get a turkey steak and drown it in A1 sauce.”

“Ain’t the same.” He shook his head.

“What made you even stop eating red meat?” I was curious and we had never really talked about it.

“I was up late one night and caught one of those pork infomercials. Then I was so fucking into it, I watched the one ‘bout beef. It was disgusting and fucked it up for me ever since.”

I nodded.

“Hello, my name is Karey and I’ll be your server today. Can I start you both off with anything to drink? ”

By the time I looked up at Karey her eyes were glued to Cartier. Bitch wasn’t trying to get my drink order at all she wanted his.

“Get my baby mama a glass of lemon water and a Diet Coke, then get me a regular coke.”

Her face mirrored what I assumed her thoughts were which made me chuckle. Bitches were willfully stupid and chose to be blind. She saw him sitting across from me but got mad when the man ordered my drink addressing the fact that I was indeed here.

Cartier’s laughter broke my trance. “Yeah, you know what it is, just like I do as well. Now fix yo’ face foe’ I fix that motherfucker for you.”

Cartrek

I rarely did dumb shit like I was doing now, but lately a nigga had been on some insatiable reckless shit.

With my head back against the headrest of my seat, I let Shelly do her thing.

Niggas was supposed to be having a whole ass business deal over breakfast about her hair shop, but her lips on my dick said some other shit.

Shit said she knew her way around a dick in a car better than anything this morning.

Then I was supposed to get out of the car and actually go over this shit with her. Fuck!

Her lips felt like a suction cup on my dick every time the tip touched the back of her throat.

Jaws of heaven was what a nigga should have been calling her.

I opened my eyes glancing down at her head in my lap, in complete awe.

At the same time a car door opened a few feet away from me, of course I had to at least keep an eye on my surroundings.

Even at my highest euphoric state I couldn’t be no mark.

“Fuck, I’m cu—” I bit into my bottom lip killing my own sentence and slamming my eyes shut while my hand gripped her hair to hold her head in place. I loaded up her mouth seconds later.

“Have you ever been here before?” The voice outside my car was familiar. Too damn familiar.

My eyes popped open looking for the source of the voice.

I found it moments later, shit locking eyes with the person it belonged to.

She looked even better than she did the last time I saw her.

Shit, the last time I touched her. Too bad moments didn’t last forever, because within seconds the voice in the car with me was no longer in my lap.

The eye contact broke when I’m guessing she spotted Shelly’s head pop up, shit almost at the same time a car chirped, and her question was answered.

“Nah Mama, I tol’ you I’on be having time to check shit like this out.” He grabbed her hand seconds later and they walked into the restaurant.

“You know them?” Shell asked now in the passenger side of the car fixing her lipstick.

“Nah.” Pissed was an understatement, but who was I to be pissed. Not only was I seconds off a good nut, but Peach wasn’t my bitch. Her keeping company with that Mafia nigga shouldn’t have bothered me, but it did.

It fucked up my focus for the rest of the day.

My meeting with Shelly was a fucking bust, because after all of that, I dropped her ass off and went home.

I needed to do some fucking thinking because I wanted to do some reckless shit.

That nigga was too comfortable touching her, too comfortable in her fucking presence.

What the fuck was she even doing with his ass?

Better question why was I even tripping over a bitch that wasn’t mine?

This was some bullshit, and I fucking knew it.

Affected by whatever the fuck she was on with old boy.

I was having a good ass day up until I saw her ass, up until she let that nigga touch her.

I could’ve had the whole breakfast joint sprayed, but I didn’t.

I didn’t because that was out of character for me.

Giving a fuck about her being around that nigga was out of character for me.

Good thing I didn’t show that shit though, because the last thing I needed was for her to see it.

For anybody to see it. A nigga needed to regroup and focus on the money like I been doing.

One night with Virtue shouldn’t have had any effect on that.

I fucked and ducked females all the time, so this was no different.

Except the fact that not only had I given her a nickname, but she ducked my ass.

This wasn’t over though, on me I’d be in her space soon.

It took everything in me not to go back to that fucking restaurant and fuck some shit up.

I had to remind myself that she didn’t belong to me, even though the way her body bent to my will told me I had some sort of claim.

Did I want that shit though? Probably not, but the thought of another nigga touching where I touched pissed me all the way off.

Without another thought, I dialed up this nigga named Facts that we trusted to handle sensitive and technological shit for us. Of course he was Ace, because wouldn’t nobody do what he did.

“Yeah, my G,” he answered on the first ring.

“Get me the rest of what you can on Virtue Wilson. Remember shorty I had you send the laptop to?”

“Yeah I remember.”

“Get me err’thing you have on her. Also, send her address and shit to my phone.”

Bet, I’ll have it to you before the night is out.”

After I hung up with him, I went to take a shower. I had to show face at this Ace event tonight, then I had some other shit to see about.

What I didn’t anticipate when I got out of the shower was to see that Facts had gotten me what I needed so fast.

The first thing I did was send her a message.

Me: You better not let that nigga touch you.

After I saw the message deliver, I smirked before tossing my phone back on the bed so I could get dressed.

Like all Ace events this motherfucker was packed. Bitches who wanted to be chosen, and niggas with too much liquor in their systems. Too bad my head wasn’t in it tonight because I had somewhere else I wanted to be. Somewhere else I was about to be.

“You ‘round here looking like you got other things to do.” My brother’s voice to the left of me broke my thoughts.

“Cause I do. Why you all in my shit?”

“Cause I can be, nigga. She ain’t coming, she got her daughter.” He assumed I didn’t know that already.

“Ain’t nobody looking for shorty.”

“The fuck you ain’t. I see it all in yo’ eyes.”

“Fuck I’m looking for her for when I already know where she at.” A chuckle escaped my lips just as Jovie walked up. Within seconds he had his arm around her shoulder and he was pulling her into him. Nigga was on some straight up possessive shit and all I could say was about time.

“Sup, Jo? You finally stopped shattering this nigga’s ego?”

She giggled. “Something like that.”

“Fuck outta here she ain’t shatter shit. She was just doing that dumb ass overthinking shit that females do. She knew what was up the whole time.” He had a knowing smirk.

For a moment we all silently looked over the balcony at folks partying.

“I’m about to head out. I got some shit to go handle,” I spoke to my brother.

He cut his eyes in my direction, before shaking his head. “Yeah, aright man. Call me when you make it in. We’re about to head out in a lil’ while too.”

I nodded then discretely slipped through the back door.

Nigga ain’t feel like dealing with all that extra shit that motherfuckers liked to pull.

I had Virtue on my mind and nothing was finna stop me from getting to her.

The fucked up thing is I didn’t know if I wanted to be in her space to curse her ass out or touch on her in the right ways. I was all fucked up.

When I got into my car, I pulled up the address that Facts had given me, before putting that shit in my GPS.

I knew my way around the city, but the lil’ burbs and shit weren’t my thing.

Well any burb other than my own. Hers was about ten minutes outside of the city, and fifteen minutes from where I was right now.

Both locations closer than my own crib. My main place was all the way out of the way, but my duck off spot was about twenty minutes away.

When I pulled up to her place, I nodded in appreciation.

It was a nice spot, one of the newer building developments in the area.

I looked at her building for a while before I finally got out of the car.

Thankfully Facts had not only given me her address, but also the code to her building and what apartment she was in.

My boy was the Kobe of this computer shit, straight up magnificent at what he did.

I bypassed the desk because old boy was sleep and went directly to the elevator.

It opened the second I stepped in front of it.

I stepped in and pressed the number to her floor, before leaning back against the wall.

With my phone in my hand, I finally decided to look at the response that she’d sent back earlier.

Peach: Bye Cartrek.

Me: Open the door.