Page 53 of Welcome to the Table

I walked around to the other side and opened the door. I reached for her hand, and she placed hers into mine and stepped out of the truck.

“You’re such a gentleman,” she said and laughed.

“Only for you, Princess,” I told her and interlocked my hand with hers to let niggas know who she belonged to.

She looked in my direction and raised an eyebrow. “Niggas know not to fuck with me, and you know that. They know who the fuck we are. You just trying to stake claim, but I only got eyes for you.” She pulled me down and pecked my lips.

We walked to the line with Jaci standing in front of me. I wrapped my arms around her waist with my head in the crook of her neck. I was never a nigga to do PDA with a female, but Jaci made me wanna be all over her. I kissed her neck as we moved up in the line.

“Hollygrove! Oh, this why you ain’t been calling me, huh? I see you like young girls now. I must be too old for you to call me.” I heard a squeaky voice and already knew who it was. Natasha.

She was the one bitch I regret fucking because she didn’t know when to leave well enough alone, and this wasn’t the fucking time for bullshit. Natasha was stacked as fuck, big ass, small waist, and pretty as fuck, but she didn’t know how to turn the hood shit off.

I fucked her off and on when I wanted a good nut because she had some good pussy and mouth. Anything outside of that was a no-go. I threw her some money every now and then, but that ended a year ago. I tried to ignore her and tighten my grip around Jaci’s waist, but she kept getting louder.

Jaci heard the shit, too. She wrapped her arm around the back of my head, pulling me closer to her.

She was doing that shit on purpose, and I was eating that shit up.

I felt a presence behind me, then a tap on my shoulder.

I shrugged it off, but she wouldn’t stop.

I tried to let go of Jaci’s waist, but she wouldn’t let me.

We both turned around and faced Natasha, and I peeped the smile on Jaci’s face.

“Yes, he does like them young and crazy, so find you some fucking business before your blood gets on my shoes, and that’s gon’ piss me off,” Jaci told her.

I knew I should have stopped her, but this shit needed to happen.

“Please, little girl. I will whip yo’ ass like your momma should for being disrespectful to adults,” Natasha said, and I knew shit was about to get crazy.

“Move around, Natasha. That’s your last warning,” I told her, but Jaci stopped me.

“Nah, she ain’t gotta move around. Her head gon’ be in my hands, and her body will be dog food. Then, she will move around.”

I heard a click and knew she had pulled her knife out.

Natasha looked at the knife and backed up. “Calm down, Pitbull. She ain’t making no noise,” I told Jaci, and she put it away.

“Let yo’ hoes know what it is,” she told me.

“Oh, you staking claim already, huh?” I laughed at her as we walked up to the window to order our food

“When I let you feel this wet, silky pussy, you became mine, so like I said, let that hoe know there’s a new and only sheriff in town.” She kissed my cheek and turned to place our order

“Give me two T-bone steaks with loaded potatoes and broccoli,” she told the lady and turned to me for the money.

I gave it to her, and she paid, then we stepped out of the way to let other people order.

“You were going to slice ol’ girl up behind me, huh?” I asked, and she smirked.

“Don’t flatter yourself. It was the principle. That bitch didn’t know what was going on and inserted herself into what we had going on. I didn’t like that, so I cleared the shit up. Next time she tries the shit, I will gut her like the fucking hood fish she is.”

I laughed at how serious she was. I knew she was serious, but she didn’t have to worry about seeing Natasha anymore. She’d scared the girl shitless.

“You better not have no niggas jumping out of bushes, trying no shit either, since we are taking it there,” I told her.

“You been watching me long enough to know ain’t no nigga gon’ play with me or you like that. Get the food so we can go,” she said and walked out of my embrace, leaving me feeling hollow.

I walked over and got our food, and we headed back to the car. I went around to open the door for her, then put the food in the back, and went to the driver’s side and hopped in. I cranked the engine and stared at the side of her face.

Jaci turned to me with the stank face. “What?” She curled her lips as I backed out of the parking spot.

“You a piece of work, but this shit gon’ be fun. So, we a couple now?” I asked her, and she started laughing.

“Be careful what you wish for because you just might get it, and yeah, nigga, we go together now.” She laughed as I pulled off onto the highway.

It didn’t take me long to get to my house in the St Thomas project.

It was close to the hood but far enough for peace of mind.

I needed to be able to get to where the action was, if needed.

I pressed the button on my keys, and my garage door opened.

I saw her eyes buck out of her head at how my house looked.

“All this your house?” She asked, leaning over to kiss my cheek. She was more excited about the shit than I was

This was the first house I ever purchased.

I owned homes in other states, but New Orleans was home, and that’s where I would remain.

I had a nice two-story cherry brick home that took up half the block.

I had a five-car garage with six bedrooms and five and a half bathrooms. Not every room was decorated because I rarely had company, and if I fucked a bitch, it was in a hotel.

Bitches could never say they had been to my house because it would be a lie.

It wasn’t that extravagant on the inside, but my room is what got the extra attention.

Of course, I had Athena come hook the rest of the house up.

It needed a woman’s touch, and she was perfect for the job.

She had my scheme gold with a touch of black because I was a Saints fan.

Black sofas with hints of gold in the lining.

Even the wall décor was black and gold. Cabinets and all, but it was nice and it fit me.

“I better be the only woman who sees the inside of your house,” she said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I wanted to tell her that she was, but I’d just keep her guessing. I hopped out and went to open her door. She grabbed the food, and we headed inside. We went in through the door connecting to the house, and she walked around, taking everything in.

“My momma decorated your house, huh?” she asked as I moved our food around to the table and grabbed us some drinks.

“How you figure?”

Jaci rolled her eyes at me. “This shit has her name written all over it from the colors to the furniture.” She continued to walk around, taking everything in.

“Your mother and my Brewster,” I told her.

“Who is that?” Jaci asked me with a raised brow.

“The other lady who owns my heart. She lives on the other side of the building in her own zone. You will meet her soon,” I told her, and studied her face.

I knew she had questions, but she would get to ask them herself once they met.

“Come on, let’s eat.”

She followed me to the dining area, and we chatted about her life in New York and how glad she was to be back home while we ate. We didn’t discuss the shit that happened earlier because it was irrelevant to our moment. After we ate and made small talk, I knew she wanted to take a bath.

“If you wanna shower, you can use my bathroom, and I’ll get some clothes out for you to throw on since you say you spending the night with me,” I told her.

She scrunched her face up.

“I’m not about to put some shit on that one of yo’ hoes already wore. Don’t insult me like that!” she screamed across the table.

I got up quick and was in her face before she could get another word out. I pulled the chair from the table with her in it and grabbed the front of her throat, lifting her from the chair into the air. I brought her face close to mine and gave her a deadly stare.

“Ain’t no other bitch been in my shit. I got shit that I had brought here by one of my hittas because I had plans to take yo’ goofy ass with me anyway.

Why the fuck would you wear somebody else’s clothes?

Don’t fucking play with me like that.” I cocked my head to the side so she could see the grimace on my face.

Jaci smiled as I let her down on her feet. Then, she stood on her tippy toes and tried to get eye level with me, but failed miserably.

“You ain’t stupid enough to do some shit like that. Now, show me the room.”

I licked my lips because her attitude made my dick jump, but I knew she wasn’t ready for me.

I had to slowly break her ass in, then break her down.

I would concern myself with her brothers later.

This moment was all about her. I grabbed her hand and led her to the second floor.

This was my sanctuary, and she was lucky that I was sharing this shit with her.

I pointed to where the shower was and went to get her some towels, a pair of boy shorts, and a crop top that were bought for her.

I knew she liked stylish shit, so I had him bring her everything in pink Versace, including her slippers.

She was my princess, and she would be treated as such.

I had been waiting for this moment for years, and it finally came.

Now that I knew I had the green light from Athena, I didn’t give a fuck about what Hollygrove or Calliope had to say.

They had other shit to worry about, and Jaci was the least of their worries.

“Umm, can I have some privacy to get dressed?” she said, walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. She must have gotten her hair wet because it was in its curly state and flowed down her back. Face bare. Feet manicured. Just all natural, and that shit turned me on like no other.

“Yeah, I’m about to shower. Make yourself at home,” I told her, and walked out of the room.