Her relationship with Black was not really a relationship. They hung out at his place, and that was about it. It wasn't like they didn't have fun together because they did, but he wasn't the type to step outside of his comfort zone, so they never really did much.
“You’ve been fucking with the wrong type of niggas then.” Miego looked over his shoulder at her and placed his hand on her leg. “Is Ray sleep?”
“Yeah, and she loves your mother. I think all the junk food she gave her sealed the deal, but she wanted to know when she could go back. She asked about my mom too.”
Miego knew Yami was just trying to feel him out about dealing with her mom, but honestly, he didn't care. As long as her mom wasn't on any petty shit, then he was cool with it. Yami was his responsibility now, so anybody that caused her problems was a problem to him. Even her mom.
“So take her to see your mom.”
“I might. I’m just not ready to hear how stupid I am for messing up my life.”
Miego watched the frown form on her face and it pissed him off. “Man, don't let that shit get to you. You’re in school, you’re taking care of Ray, and standing on your own. How the fuck is that messing up your life? Just because you’re doing shit your way don't mean it's the wrong way.”
“I know, she just makes it hard.”
“It's not about her, it's about you. Are you happy?”
“Yeah. For the first time in a long time,” Yami admitted.
“Then fuck it. Keep doing you.” He leaned into her shoulder with his.
“I also haven't let Ray see her father in a minute.”
Miego’s expression turned cold as he looked down at her. He had assumed, but didn't know for sure, so hearing her say it made his temple twitch because he knew what was coming. For the first few weeks after they moved in, Yami would hit him up with text or calls to let him know that she was dropping Ray off at her grandmother’s house to spend time with Black. But recently, that hadn't been happening, so he had no idea what was going on with that situation.
“You worried about that?”
“A little, if I have to actually see him. At first, he didn't care about seeing me as long as he could see Ray, but the last time I picked Ray up, his mom told me that she couldn't do it anymore. Black told her that I had to bring Ray to him, which means that it’s not about Ray, it's about him wanting to see me. I don't know how he’s going to act when I’m finally around him again, which is why I hadn't done anything about it.”
“I’ll be there, so it doesn't matter, if he wants you there then he wants me there too and that’s not up for debate. That’s his daughter and he deserves to see her, but I told you I got you, and I meant that shit. He will not ever put his hands on you again. I mean that, Yami.”
“I don't think that’s a good idea. It will only make things worse if you’re there.”
“What you think doesn’t really matter when it comes to me making sure you’re good. I don't have to say shit to him, but I’m not letting you go see him without me there. That's not up for debate, and I really don't want to talk about that.” He stood and reached for her hand, and when she was on her feet, he lifted her body enough for Yami to wrap her legs around his waist.
Her small size made it easy for him to hold her in place and her arms moved around his neck. After a few pecks, Miego looked her right in the eyes.
“Stay in here tonight.”
“I can't do that,” she whispered against his lips just before he kissed her again, this time, a full blown kiss.
“Can't or won't?”
She was about to answer, but he kissed her again to stop her and then walked over to the door, carrying her with him. Once he shut it, he moved to the bed, lowered her onto it and stood over her just staring at her for a minute with a grin on his face.
“You wanna run, don't you?”
Yami laughed. “No… well maybe a little.”
Her response made him laugh. “How many times do I have to tell you I got you before you understand what that means?”
Miego pulled the drawstring on the sweat pants he was wearing and moved them and his boxers down his body. His manhood was ready and waiting, damn near drawing her in. Yami tried her best not to stare, but it was commanding attention and she couldn't help it.
After walking to his dresser and grabbing a hand full of condoms, Miego stood over her again. He tossed them on the nightstand and then climbed on the bed with Yami. He pulled her to a seated position, yanked her shirt over her head, and tossed it on the floor. Her eyes were on him the entire time, even as he reached for the cotton shorts she was wearing and moved them over her hips and down her thighs, along with her panties.