All I Want Is You (8 page)

“Well, where the hell are you going looking and smelling like a million damn bucks?” Daria asked, as soon as I walked into the living room. I laughed, because she was being real extra this morning. I didn’t have on anything special, so I didn’t know what she was talking about.

“If you must know, I’m going to meet the guy I hit last night to see about my car. He told me to meet him at noon so I’ll be back.” I said.

“Ok, well we’ll be here waiting for you.”

“Or you all could go home to your men.” I suggested.

“What man?!” they both yelled in unison. I just shook my head and walked out of the door. Getting in my car, I put the navigation on my phone and begin my thirty-minute drive. I noticed that I was going somewhere near homestead, so where ever this man was, he was in the hood. I thought about listening to my music, but decided to call my mother instead. I hadn’t spoken with her since yesterday evening. My mom worked as a RN at Texas Children’s Hospital, and she swore that this was her last year working, but she said the same shit every year. That was the reason I admired her and looked up to her so much, because she had so much drive and ambition.

“Hey momma, I was just checking on you.”

“Hey baby, I’m just resting before work. They called me in today. I’m tired but I’m going to go.” She said.

“Oh, don’t I know it.” I laughed. She wasn’t about to pass up no money.

“Well, what you have up for the day baby girl?”

              “Well mother, I had a wreck last night arguing with Jacob’s stupid behind.” I said. My mother and I were very close so I didn’t lie or hide things from her; especially, since I was grown now.

              “Oh Lord, not Jacob. I really wish he would go away. Speaking of that guy, do you know that he rode by here looking for you last night? I looked through the peephole, but I didn’t open the door. You know how I feel about him, and I’m not sure why every time he can’t get in touch with you he runs over here looking for you. Good thing Wyatt was here, just in case he wanted to try to do something. And about this wreck, are you okay?” she asked as any concerned mother would.

              “I’m fine mom. I ran into the back of this nice looking man, who didn’t even want to take my insurance, and who offered for me to come to the shop that repairs his car, so I didn’t have to pay that five hundred dollar deductible, so that’s where I’m on my way to now.”

              “Girl, that might be the man God has sent down for you.” She said. I knew she was serious, but I wasn’t trying to hear that. I really didn’t have much faith in guys these days. I quickly changed the subject.

              “Speaking of Wyatt, momma. You really need to cut the umbilical cord on that grown man. You know Lisa came over crying last night, so I had to take her out to cheer her up. Her and Daria are still at my place now.”

              “That’s my only boy. How in the world do you expect me to just cut him off?” she asked. My mother had the biggest heart, but she was really babying a grown man, and that was no good. I would never be with a man like my brother. He respected my mother, but he had no respect for women. I felt like, if he was stepping out on his marriage with a woman who wasn’t even in the same league as Lisa, then he was a dummy. But seriously, how many guys actually cheated with someone who was better than their significant other? Not many, and I couldn’t understand why. Even me; I cheated and I lost a very good man and I wasn’t even dealing with the guy I cheated with. It was only one time, but my dude at the time found out and it was over. Now, I was sitting around looking stupid while he was happily engaged.

              “Momma, I don’t know, but you need to figure something out. I’m so sick of Lisa crying on my phone I don’t know what to do.”

              “I’ll talk to him.” She said.

              “You talked to Madonna?” I asked. I was jumping from subject to subject. I just wanted to be sure I covered all basis.

              “Girl no. You know you hear from her more than I do. She’s probably been so busy working she hasn’t had much time.” My mom said. I think sometimes it hurt her feelings that my sister didn’t talk to her as much as she spoke with me, but just like my mother, Madonna was career-driven, so she invested so much time into her work and not a lot of time into too much else. I told her she better find some time or her ass was going to end up old and lonely. I was going to make it my business to call her soon just to make sure she was ok.

              “Ok mom, well I was just calling to chat with you. I didn’t really want anything. I’ll talk to you later okay; I’m getting ready to pull up at this shop.”

              “Ok, tell that man I said he better be nice to you.”

              “Bye momma.” I said laughing. That lady was a true character.

Renzo was already standing outside waiting for me, but he was talking on his phone. I sat in the car admiring his demeanor. That man was really sexy. Yesterday, when we met, he had on clothes, but today, he was wearing a Nike t-shirt and the matching shorts with some jay’s.
Hell, he looks good dressed up or down
, I thought. He had tattoos that graced his forearms and his legs which was so sexy. Tattoos were such a turn on for me. I had a few myself, but you wouldn’t be able to see them unless I wanted you to, and I guess he was the same way. After sitting there checking him out for a few minutes, I decided to get out and say hello. I couldn’t sit there and daydream about his ass all day.

Chapter 11

Jacob

“You like that Daddy?” she slurred. I grabbed her by head and made her take more. She was sucking my shit so good I forgot anything else around me existed. It was like her mouth was the perfect glove for my dick.

“Don’t move, shit don’t move, I’m about to bust.” I said, and I came not even two minutes later. She was a little nasty bitch, so she swallowed all my kids, and that’s why I kept her nagging ass around. She did the things other bitches wasn’t willing to do. I got up and went to the restroom, and when I came back, she was laying across my bed eagle style.

“What the fuck are you doing Myeshia?”

“I was waiting for you, Daddy.” she said. I looked at her like she had lost her mind. She already knew how we got down, so what the hell was up with all of this? I didn’t feel like going back and forth with her because it was just entirely too early in the morning for that shit. The only reason she was here was because she blew up my damn phone last, and I was sexually frustrated since Renee wouldn’t answer. She knew I wasn’t fucking her, so I don’t know why she tried this bullshit every time she came around.

I grabbed my phone to call Renee, but I kept getting her damn voicemail. I saw that bitch Daria post a picture of them last night on Instagram. I promise, I couldn’t stand that thirsty bitch. I didn’t understand why she didn’t know how to stay in her place, but she didn’t. That bitch stayed filling up Renee’s head with some type of bullshit about how she needed to do this and do that, but in all honesty, she needed to sit the fuck down, shut the fuck up, and worry about her own got damn situation.

Renee and I had been fucking around for the past two years, and at first, we were good, but I guess she had some type of coming to Jesus, because she wasn’t trying to give a nigga no play. Yes, sometimes I may have overreacted in certain situations, but she already knew how I was, so I don’t know why she kept testing me. Sure, I had done more than enough shit that would’ve had most bitches gone already, but I knew the sex would keep Renee around; it seemed like that wasn’t even enough these days. I think she was really trying to cut me off, and I couldn’t have that shit. She was all I wanted, so there was no leaving bihhh. I was going to give her a little time to get her mind right, but she knew I wasn’t the one. She’s lucky I didn’t know where she stayed anymore, otherwise I would’ve been making a surprise visit.

“Seriously, right now?” Myeshia said. She was standing there in her birthday suit, but that didn’t do nothing for me. I had just bust my kids down her throat; I would be okay for a few days.

“What man?”

“So you sitting in here playing around on your phone when I’m in there laying down waiting for you to come fill me up.” She said. I looked around the room like she was talking to someone else, because I knew good and got damn well she wasn’t talking about me filling her up. Plus, I had just done that. What else did she want from me?

“What you mean fill you up?”

“Come on, now, nigga. We been messing around for a couple of months now, and every time it’s time for us to make love, you switch it up.” She fussed. I bussed out laughing, which probably pissed her off more, but I didn’t give a damn. This bitch was smoking something serious, and I swear, I needed some of that good shit.

“Make love? Girl, quit fucking playing with me. I’ve only made love to one chick in my lifetime if you even want to call it that. Look, you knew what it was when we first started fucking around, so why you acting brand new? You’ve been sucking my dick, and you’re going to continue sucking my dick if you choose to, but I won’t be dicking you down girl. I’m sorry; I can’t do that for you though.”

“Well, why the fuck not! Are you gay or something?!” that bitch screamed. It was taking everything in me to keep my hands to myself, but that bitch was really trying me. I walked into the room shoving her silly ass out of my face. I came back with her clothes in tow, and I told her to get the hell out of my spot. I wasn’t even giving the bitch time to throw her clothes on. I needed her out of my shit asap. I pushed her along with her shit towards the front door. I really didn’t have anything else to talk about.

“Wait, so you gonna just kick me out of the house naked. What about my phone?” she cried. In my head, I was thinking fuck her and that got damn phone. I was done with her. I shoved her on the other side of the door and locked it. She began to bang on the door, but I didn’t give a damn. She could bang until she was blue in the face. I heard her out there calling me all types of bitches and hoes, but did I care? Hell no. I went in search of her phone. I found it, and I politely opened the door and passed it to her. She tried to hit me, but I closed her arm in the door. I wasn’t playing with this I can’t comprehend bitch.

“Stop Jacob! Stop Please!.” She screamed.

“Well, I need you to move and leave. I’m not playing with you Myeshia. Don’t make me hurt your feelings this morning.” I said. She removed her arm from the door. I guess she was finally getting the picture.

“Fuck you!” she spat.

“That’s why you’re on the other side of the door bitch because you couldn’t fuck me. You big mad, or nah?” I said. I laughed as I closed and locked the door one last time. I watched her through the window, and it wasn’t no shame in her game. She still hadn’t put her clothes on. She was walking to her car just as naked as the day she was born.
Damn, I’m gonna miss that head
, I thought, as she flicked me off through the window. I closed the blinds and laid my black ass back down.

Now, I needed to locate Renee. Like I said, I know I had did enough fucked up shit to her, but I couldn’t let her go. Trust me, I tried. It was something about her that had a hold on me. I knew she was getting tired of my shit, so I had one of two choices. Let her be or turn into the man she wanted me to be. I knew all of her complaints and her likes and dislikes, and I just chose not to work on them. I was feeling like why change anything about myself. She once accepted me for the dog I was, so why not continue? Maybe she was growing up, so I guess I needed to grow up too. If I still had a chance with baby girl, I definitely wanted it, but I knew it was going to be hard work, because Renee didn’t play.

That bitch was about her money, and anything that got in her way, she was removing from her life. I really respected the hustle in her, but I wasn’t trying to hear all the other shit she was talking. She was saying how she was done with me and me and her wasn’t no more and all this other bullshit, but she just needed a minute to cool down, and I was going to allow her ass that, but we were just getting started. Regardless of if she wanted to believe that shit or not. This wasn’t the end of us, and the sooner she realized that, the better off we would be.

Chapter 12

Renzo

              I woke up to the sweet voice of Renee, but not long after did Jess call bitching in my ear. I wasn’t trying to be rude or anything, but I didn’t want to talk to her. It seemed like, the more we spoke, the more she pushed me away. I was just tired of dealing with her shit. Jess hadn’t been the same woman I fell in love with, and I honestly, didn’t think that woman was ever coming back. On top of that, I was sexually frustrated. Jess was my wife; she was supposed to do all the things I asked of her, but she didn’t. Before marriage, we fucked and she sucked all day, but now, all of a sudden, she didn’t want to give me head like she was saving her mouth for the next nigga or some shit.

I just needed a break from life right now, and last night I was able to do that. I can’t remember the last time me and Gucci went to a big booty club, but that nigga made sure I had the time of my life. I was on the phone when she pulled up, but I saw her watching me. I decided to wrap up my conversation with Jessa.