Trying To Maintain

T H I R T Y - ONE

Boot

"What the fuck does pops do?" I ask looking at this big ass house in awe. All the shit he be paying and offering to pay for, I knew he had money—but damn.

"He retired military. I don't know what the wife does, but she got bread too." He mumbles shrugging his shoulders.

"You tired still?" I ask taking note of his tone and body language.

"Nothing I can't handle," he shoots me a smile.

I lean over to peck his lips a few times since we're about to go in his peoples house.

"Take a nap when we get in there."

"You finna nap with me?"

I feel a little sleepy, but I'm not finna sleep in the same room as him. That's going to look suspicious. "I'm not even that tired though." I decided to lie. Even though he tells me he don't mind being in a down-low relationship, I know he wants to be out. I don't want to cause any problems so early on by constantly reminding him I don't want nobody knowing we're together.

He just stares at me for a long little while. Maybe he knows I'm lying. "What you mean you ain't tired? I know I put it down last night."

I laugh a little at his silly ass. I'm grateful that he bought that lie. "You thought you did. I faked most of that shit to feed your ego." I get out the car after I said that.

He follows me out of the car as I walk up to the front door. I ring the doorbell and wait for somebody to open it as Drevon takes his time to walk up here. I look back at him as he walks with a certain ditty bop and a sexy smirk.

I hate him.

I have to turn around and face the door so I won't take him back to that room.

"So I didn't have you shaking and nutting back-to-back?" He says lowly, his lips lightly touching the back of my neck as he speaks. I'm not going to lie, that shit made me visibly shiver; and I can't stand it. "I don't be laying it on you good in the bed, baby?" He lightly kisses on the back of my neck.

I groan and push him away from me, right on time too because the door opens.

"Wassam, Pops?" I ask walking in to embrace him in a hug.

"What's up, son? How you feeling?!" He asked me as he has me in a bear hug. I don't what type of genes these nigga's got, but his big ass about to damn near suffocate me hugging me this tight.

"Good," I say sounding strangled because a nigga really can't breathe. Pops too damn big to do shit like this. He bigger than Drevon big ass; longer and wider. He can't be squeezing on people.

Where Drevon was tall with lean muscle—still cut up, but definitely not bulky; his daddy is bulky on top of being tall as fuck. Nigga look like he eat people and power lift elephants for fun.

He laughs letting me go. "You look good!" He holds my shoulders at his arms length to get a good look at me. I thought shit like this stopped after you hit puberty. Old people mane. "You look like you had a rough night," he laughs a little. "What's going on with your hair, son?" He lets me go.

"I just didn't have too many products to do my hair like I needed to this morning. I slept a little wild last night." I hear Drevon make a low noise behind me. I turn my head to look at him and tell him to "shut up" with my eyes.

He laughs in return. "Damn, Pop, you act like you don't see me behind him."

"You act like I don't see you once a week," Pops rebuttals. "I'ma get to you, Oonie, just wait a minute." He moves aside to allow us in the house. "Welcome to my home, Pootie. You are welcome to anything in this house, except my wife of course." He laughs at his own joke while closing the front door.