Page 37 of Only for Me

“So you’re telling me that all this…” She circled a finger in the air as if outlining my face. “Isn’t because you’re pissed that you haven’t seen that fine ass man in almost a week.”

“Why are we discussing his looks and not the abandonment of his daughter? How fine he is isn’t relevant to the issue at hand.”

“But you are admitting he’s sexy in that mean mugging, slinging dick right kind of way.”

“I have eyes, so yes. I know he’s all those things but he’s also infuriating, irresponsible, unreliable, and…”

“Andyou want to climb him and sit on his face.”

“I do not want any of that,” I whisper yelled, leaning across the table when a couple sat down next to us. “What I want is for him to be consistent so my baby doesn’t have to be disappointed by him.”

“The same way her mother is disappointed that she can’t sit on her daddy’s face.”

“Tee, what the fuck? Stop.”

She flashed me a smile. “So you want me to believe that after you spent an entire day secluded with that man throwing his big dick energy around your house, looking and smelling good, that you’re not considering the possibilities of him being your daddy too.”

“First of all, no, that shit is creepy. What I look like calling him my daddy while Avi’s calling him hers. Yeah no, not happening, and what I want is….”

“Girl, miss me with that denial. You have a whole attitude because he’s MIA. You’re the worst liar I know. You want your baby daddy.”

“I don’t.” The lie held no weight. Not one damn ounce of certainty. She just stared at me, waiting. “Okay fine, yes. I want to climb him and sit on his face, then sit on his dick, several times. That one night ruined me for what sex should feel like but it can’t happen again.”

“Why not?”

“He’s Avi’s father and it would make things with us messy and so much worse than they already are. Plus, that man comes with too much baggage. Search his name, T. The list ofproblematic stuff connected to him is endless. Let’s not even get started on the women…”

“What women? Is he claiming anyone?”

No. He never publicly claimed anyone. I knew this because I searched. I was curious and needed to know. But that didn’t mean he didn’t have a rotation of them in and out of his bed. There was no way he didn’t.

“Not that I know of.”

“Then stop stressing and sit on his dick to kill the tension and that attitude.”

“I don’t have an attitude.”

“Avi, doesn’t your mommy have an attitude?”

My traitor baby squealed and smiled, kicking her feet.

“See, our little muffin agrees. She said sit on daddy’s face.”

“Don’t bring my baby into your bullshit, T.” I lifted my phone, pulled up the thread from Omiri, and sent a text.

Me: Hey, just checking to see when you plan on seeing Avi.

After I was done I put my phone face down on the table. “I reached out. You happy?”

“Yep, you’re being mature about this.”

“Fuck being mature, I want to be just as childish and irresponsible as he’s being.”

“Sorry, two wrongs don’t make a right, friend, but when he texts back he can getyouright. How long has it been since you had more than them tired ass toys?”

“Long enough.” I mumbled. I hadn’t had sex since Omiri.

“And now your baby daddy is front and center looking like a whole ten-course meal with all his alpha male-ish energy.”