Page 56 of Taming a Menace

“Trust me. I’m doing a wonderful job. I wanted to sit you on the hood of my truck and eat your pussy while that clown watched, but instead we left and let them look crazy by themselves.”

I busted out laughing in spite of myself. “I’m glad you were able to resist.”

“I don’t appreciate the way he hurt you. I wanna beat his ass actually. What the hell was he saying to you before I walked up?”

“Nothing.” I shook my head.

“Moon, I’ve never heard you raise your voice when my dick wasn’t up your spine. He had to have said something.”

“Nothing worth repeating.”

“We can still pull up to his crib and put on a show for him if you want to. I’ll fuck you right in his bed and make him stand there and watch. Just say the word. I’m ready for whatever.”

“It’s very sweet of you to offer to fuck me in front of my ex, but I’ll pass.” I laughed.

Why the hell was I laughing knowing how likely it was that this fool was serious? I knew better than to encourage him. Hopefully, he was only half as serious as he sounded.

“Let me know if you change your mind. I’ll forfeit my last eight hundred days if I have to.”

“What happened to eight hundred and eighty days?” I asked, looking over at his handsome, smirking face.

“I rounded down.” He shrugged.

“I can see that.”

“It’s cool. You just mark your calendar.”

“What am I marking my calendar for exactly?” I quizzed.

“The end of having to torture yourself like you don’t want me.”

“Oh, OK. I’ll be sure to save the date.”

“You do that,” he said, leaning forward and turning up the volume on the radio.

It surprised me that he was listening to an old school mix of R&B. I would have thought it was one of those quiet storm radio stations if he wouldn’t have changed the song. The vibe was mellow. I liked that.

Sitting in the passenger seat of Key’s truck riding to his house reminded me of how much I missed riding shotgun with Wyatt listening to the radio. He usually let me be the DJ. Key’s choice of music was perfect. It didn’t take long for us to pull up to our destination. Suddenly I was nervous as he parked curbside in front of a duplex. He switched the engine off and looked over at me.

“Don’t touch that door, Moon,” he warned.

“Yes, sir.” I shrugged.

I had no problem letting a man open the door for me if he chose to do so. I wasn’t one of those overly independent women who thought they didn’t need a man for anything. I might nothave necessarily needed one, but I surely wanted someone. I was tired of pretending that I didn’t.

I took a few breaths to get out of my head as Key opened the door for me. I turned to face him, taking his extended hand and letting him help me get out of the truck. It was crazy that he lived so close to where I used to live yet I had never seen him until the night of my anniversary.

“I just moved in here so bear with me.”

“I know how that goes.”

“I was paroled out to my mom’s address, but I just got approved for a change of address. I’ve literally been here less than a week.”

“Tell me there’s at least somewhere for me to sit,” I requested.

“Oh yeah, I got the basics. I’m just working on everything else. I sold a lot of my stuff from before. I knew I would want a new start when I came home,” he said as he opened the door.

After reaching inside and flipping the switch on the wall to turn on the lights in the living room, Key stood aside to let me walk in ahead of him. As I walked into a fully furnished living room, I realized that he was being modest about his living situation.