Page 9 of His Obsession Her Cure

Gunner

“ W hat did y’all think about Char’s friend?” I asked.

“I knew your ass was checking shorty out.” Alestar said.

“Whatever Nigga.”

“You were staring at her like a fucking serial killer. Would it kill you to smile at a bitch or say hello politely, damn.” Aren chuckled.

“Man fuck you,” I told him.

“She bad as fuck,” he said while blowing the smoke from his blunt in the air. We sat out on the porch of our grandfather's house smoking a blunt. This had been the first piece of property he bought after his first business became a success.

“Seems like she got a good head on her shoulders from what Char said about her,” Alestar spoke. “Char told me she was trying to start her life over after some nigga mistreated her back home. Didn’t really go into too much detail. Just said the nigga was a narcissist fuck boy.”

Damn that had me thinking. So lil baby was single, smart and in need of a real nigga.

The way she ran out on dinner you would have thought I had tried to stab her ass.

She is definitely a little different. She smiled and interacted appropriately, but it was forced.

It was like she had been delivering lines she had memorized for a movie and not being her true self.

Not to mention the few times I could have sworn she had been whispering to herself.

I'm going to have to handle her delicately to find out what she was really about.

Not just the persona she gave to the outside world.

Something about her intrigued me and made me want to know everything about her.

Shorty was thick as hell like I like ‘em too. Pretty face, flawless dark brown skin that looked like it had been kissed by the sun. Big ass titties with a nice round ass and fluffy stomach. I can’t wait to wrap them thick thighs around my neck.

She wasn’t ready for that though, but she would be soon.

I’m kind of glad her nigga back home wasn’t shit.

It would make it that much easier for me to get to know her and show her what it was like to have a real man in her life.

I couldn’t help staring at her. She probably thought I was a creep.

“Gun what the fuck you over there thinking about? We been calling your name for a minute.” Aren yelled.

“Yeah, sorry. What did you say?” I asked.

“He was over there thinking about Pepper’s bad ass,” Alestar laughed.

“Man, you scared her away she’s never going to fuck with you. Wit yo scary ass. Looking at bitches like a stalker,” Aren chuckled like shit was funny.

“Ha ha, let that be the last time you call her as a bitch my nigga,” I growled.

“Sorry killa. I will refrain from calling sis a bitch. For real though they’ll be here tomorrow. What ya’ll lame ass niggas got planned? I’ll keep Ma busy so ya’ll can shoot ya’ll shot. It’s the least I can do. I’m tired of you niggas looking lonely,” Aren smirked.

“Nigga I’m not lonely,” Alestar said. “Your cousin knows what it is. I just never stepped to her out of respect for you two niggas.”

“And you shouldn’t have until you were ready to man up and be what she needs you to be. Now that you are, we both give you our blessing.”

“Thank you, bruh. I’m just going to tell Char how I feel and see where that gets me,” Alestar smirked.

“Nigga, you think that high school ass shit going to work,” Aren said laughing.

“Giving advice on how to court anybody is not your forte. Man stick to what you know which is designing video games and fucking Liam,” I said.

“Whatever,” Aren said, going back to typing on his phone.

“Who are you texting anyway?” I asked.

“Our new friend.”

“A new friend, right. Does this new friend have breasts or a dick?”

He gave me a mean mug and went back to typing. That nigga did not discriminate on who he fucked with it could be the thickest of bitches or the handsomest of niggas, as long as they were bad, he was going to fuck, they loved his pretty ass.

“Yo, I just wanted to say thank you for coming down with us to get this inheritance shit squared away. I know you hadn’t planned on moving back here so soon. I appreciate you for always having our back, bruh.” Aren said, looking up from his phone to Alestar.

“If you don’t shut your sensitive ass up, you know y’all my brothers and we all ridin’ till the wheels fall off this bitch.”

He knew all too well what it was like to navigate this life without parents.

If it wasn’t for Ma and Char, we would be alone in this world.

I really did appreciate Alestar for changing his plans for us.

We had been friends since elementary, and he was always there for us, and we would always be there for him in return.

“Yo, don’t forget we have to be at the lawyer’s office tomorrow at 8:00 am.” I reminded Aren. “We should be able to get in and get out in time to be back before Ma and the girls show up.”

“Nigga, I didn’t forget, I want to get this shit wrapped up as quickly as you do, the faster we handle this shit the faster we can put all their bullshit behind us.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Aren and I shared the same emotions for our parents.

They made choices that affected all aspects of our lives.

They were the reason I couldn’t let anyone in.

It was because of them I didn’t trust people not to leave me.

I had mastered the skill of keeping myself closed off so no one could inflict that kind of pain on me ever again.

Thankfully for us our grandparents had been old-school visionaries who took the skills they had and created generational wealth with discipline and determination.

They left behind millions in a trust locked away until Aren and I finished our schooling.

Unlike my parents who would have watched their family line collapse under the weight of their addiction and mental health problems. The will that my grandparents left made sure that their money became a safety net for us that kept us from drowning after our mother abandoned us in a trap house.

Our parents tried hard to squander everything we had, but our grandfather's foresight saved us. My trip down memory lane was interrupted when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled out my phone to see a text from the last person I wanted to talk to. Deleting it, I blocked the number and put my focus back on my future. The future that I hoped would include Pepper’s lil ass.

The large conference room we sat in smelled like leather, polished wood and the kind of old money our grandfather embodied.

We sat at the mahogany table, anxious to get this shit over with.

Aren was lounged back in his chair tapping his foot with the restless energy of someone that would rather be anywhere else but in this room.

Alestar sat up straight, never taking his eyes off the other people at the table, always the observer.

The puppy that we found on the side of the road sat on my lap curled in a fluffy ball.

I could leave her alone in the car, so I brought her in with us.

Across from us, sat the executor of my grandfather's will and two other lawyers from the firm, all in tailored suits with stacks of folders and a big ring of keys.

“Gentlemen, these are the final documents releasing the trust established by your grandfather, Reginald Hale. He was explicit in his instructions.” The lawyer to our left said.

The executor cleared his throat before opening the thick envelope on the top of the pile that was sealed with wax.

“Mr. Hale cut his son, your father Stanton, out of his will when his health began to decline and it became clear that his marriage to your mother Amanda spiraled into addiction and instability. He entrusted everything, 695 million in assets, directly to you two.” He stated, like the money was supposed to make up for the life we lived while our parents were alive.

Nah fuck that and fuck him. My jaw tightened and fingers curled against the table at the thought of my parents going so far gone off drugs that they lost everything.

“So, he knew. He saw what was happening and didn’t do anything but cut them out of his fucking will?” I growled, slamming my hand down on the table.

“He did. He loved your father, but he didn’t trust the situation.

He feared your mother’s drug addiction and mental illness was connected to your fathers decline and possibly to his death.

Out of protection, he left strict instructions that the wealth he amassed over the years not be wasted on drugs and God knows what else and be left for you and your brother,” he said.

A heavy silence settled amongst us, the mood becoming heavy in the room. Aren leaned forward, eyes hard.

“You’re saying that Amanda might have had a hand in our father’s death?” He asked.

I didn’t miss how he called Amanda by her name instead of mom.

She had lost that title when she left her four and five-year-old sons in a crack house with strangers.

If it wasn’t for one of the young dudes that served out of the house finding us and calling Ma ain’t no telling what would have happened to us.

The lawyer hesitated before nodding once, answering Aren’s question.

“Your grandfather suspected as much. Nothing was ever proven, but there was enough doubt that he wanted to shield you boys from her influence.”

Aren shifted in his seat again before speaking again.

“That tracks, Amanda always had a strong pull over our dad. He would do anything for her, even when it was killing him.”

My knuckles whitened as I remembered our dad’s tired eyes, the way he would follow Amanda into any chaotic situation like a shadow.

“And this…” I said gesturing towards the folders and keys. “This was his way of making sure we didn’t end up the same?”