Kwame & Kyhanna(23)

"Okay sissy. I'll be waiting to make sure you do get up." I laughed because my sister just wouldn't quit.

"Okay JuJu Bean." I replied calling her the nickname that I gave her the  day my mother brought her home from the hospital. I watched as my  sister walked out of my room and then I nestled down into the  comfortable spot I had once been in.

The minute my home girl called and told me that Kwame had kicked  Charmaine's trifling ass to the curb I just knew that was a sign that  him and I were getting ready to make things official especially since  that had been the very thing he said would happen in order for us to be  together. What I didn't expect was that he would need space away from me  especially since I had been his personal sanctuary in the past. I still  really needed to talk to him and he'd been blowing me off like it was  nothing.

I tried to fall back asleep after JuJu left my room but every time my  eyes closed they ended up popping right back open. I threw the covers  back and finally got out of bed since I wasn't going to get any more  sleep. I walked past the mirror and couldn't even recognize myself from  letting myself go for a few days. My thick, waist length hair was  tousled all over my head. I grabbed my paddle brush and decided to at  least comb my hair but once I got a good whiff of myself I decided to  hop in the shower instead. It had been three days since my body had  touched any water. I knew I always had feelings for Kwame and I had been  cool with our little arrangement but I didn't realize how deep my  actual feelings were until recently. Since the beginning I knew what our  relationship was and I always promised myself and him that I would  never catch feelings like that but I guess when you refuse to fall is  when you actually fall the hardest. Two years ago we started hooking up  with no strings attached and it had been cool with me but it seemed like  the more I gave of myself the more I wanted from him. The more I wanted  to not just be his jump off but be his girl and have a relationship  with him that was deeper than sex. I usually could keep my feelings in  check and use them like they used me but Kwame was different. I could  really see myself being with him in the long run. Yup, I could see me  and Kwame against the world and I didn't care what anyone had to say I  was the best woman for him.

Yeah, I had known of Charmaine when he and I started messing around but  she couldn't even touch me even on my worst day. I had made it very  clear that I couldn't stand that thot and believe me the feeling was  mutual. Over the past few years she'd tried to jump fly a few times but  the bitch ain't crazy and she knows better than that to turn up on me.  Besides, all I had to do was call up a few of my chicas from LaLa land  and it was a wrap for that girl. Charmaine was all bark and no bite  whatsoever.

I turned on my shower and let the water get nice and hot before I  stepped inside and as soon as the steamy water hit me I started to feel  better. Here I was walking around moping like I had lost Kwame for good  when all he needed was some time to sort things out and remember who his  down ass chick been all this time. If I had to give him time then that  would be exactly what I would do until he came back to me. I wasn't  planning on throwing in the towel that easy.

I emerged from the shower with a whole new attitude and a determination  not to give up on my situation with Kwame. It was true that I'd be  giving him time but I would definitely do my part to make sure he kept  me on his mind. I picked up my phone and snapped a full length body pic  of me and sent the photo to Kwame. He loved when I sent him ass and  titty shots and there would be no way he would deny that pic cuz he was  in love with my body. I knew he would text me back in no time with  something sexual as his reply.

After I got dressed and applied some baby oil to my waist length hair I  decided that I needed to take a trip to the nail shop to get my hands  and feet done. I pulled up the next dude in line after Kwame for when I  needed something. To my chagrin, he answered on the first ring.

"Ahmad, what you got on my hands and feet. They need done." I cut my  requests straight to the point. There usually was no beating around the  bush with this nigga.

"How much you need boo?" He asked.

"Like two hundred." I knew it wasn't going to cost nearly that much but  it wouldn't hurt to have a little extra to hold on to just in case I  needed it.

"A'ight cool. I'm coming now to get you so be ready. Okay?"

"I'm already ready baby." I answered as I cracked a smile. I know I had  just proclaimed my love for Kwame and while my love for him is true I  still had to do what I had to do at the end of the day. There wasn't  anything wrong with having options on the side. Ahmad and I met several  months ago while I was walking through Eastwood Mall with my girls. I  had immediately been drawn to his physique and his style. Ahmad looked  like he had money and had his shit together. I don't know but it had  been something about his demeanor and the way he walked that let me know  that he was a boss. My assumptions were correct and Ahmad was loaded  with cash but after we started fucking around I realized he was a  complete asshole with absolutely no emotions or feelings whatsoever. His  money was endless but he lacked the heart and his money usually came at  a price. A price that I didn't mind paying. His coldness toward me  irritated the shit out of me most of the time but I knew what I had to  do in order to get what I wanted from him. I figured I'd keep Ahmad  around as one of my side dudes until Kwame came to his senses.                       
       
           



       

Like clockwork Ahmad had pulled out front in his Lexus with a mean mug  on his face like he was mad at the world. I didn't care why he had an  attitude it better not affect the money and the ride he was supposed to  give me.

"Hey baby." I hopped in his car and leaned in to kiss him but my kiss  that I'd intended for his lips somehow landed on his cheek. His tight  attitude suggested he had been pissed about something.

"Why the fuck weren't you ready when I told yo ass to be?"

"Ahmad, I was ready. It's not like you called me to say you were outside."

"You know you got a smart ass mouth. Where am I taking you?'

"To Central Nails."

"Oh my God is that the nail shop that every chick in the city goes to?  Remind me to hook you up with my girl Binq next time. She way better  than any shop you've been to."

"As long as you funding this trip to get my nails done I'm down to go wherever."

"And how do you know about Central Nails anyway you act like you take your secret girlfriend there or something."

"Here you go again with that bullshit Selina. I told you I don't got nobody."

"Whatever Ahmad. If you don't have a girl then how is it that I can  barely get in touch with you sometime and when you do get on the phone  you be getting off real quick and shit."

"I don't know why you tripping Selina. You know you the only chick I'm  rockin' wit right now. You need to cut that jealousy shit out."

"Whatever. Ain't nobody jealous Ahmad. I'm just tryin' to make sure you not tryin' to play me."

"Yeah right. I hear jealousy in your voice when you even mention the  thought of me being with someone else." I turned to him and looked at  him directly in his eyes.

"How can I be jealous of someone else when I know nobody can do it like  me?" I reached over and unzipped his True Religion jeans and pulled out  his dick which was already rock hard. Although he wasn't as big or as  thick as Kwame his mouth game could surely rival the best of them and  when he was inside of me his average penis seemed to hit all of the  right places. He loved when I took him entirely in my mouth and just  because we were in the middle of traffic didn't make a difference to me.  I bent over the middle console in his car and took him inch by inch  until my mouth encompassed him fully. I looked up at him and watched as  his stank ass attitude changed from pure anger to ecstasy in a matter of  seconds. Ahmad liked it rough and I was as freaky as they came and I  let him fuck my mouth.

"Damn Selina you about to make me wreck and shit."

"You better keep your eyes on the damn road and drive nigga." I warned  him. He liked when I talked aggressive to him. Hearing me talk like that  turned him on even more.

By the time he pulled up at the nail salon, I'd managed to suck him dry  and he ended up being in a way better mood than he'd initially been in  when he first picked me up. He reached in his pocket and peeled off five  one hundred dollar bills.

"You better be glad you the shit at what you do otherwise you would've only gotten two.'

"Give me my money papi." I teased.

"You know you gon' have to finish me off later right?"

"Of course. I never leave a job undone."