Will Love Ever Come?

Chapter 83

USUALLY, ESCHEWAL WOULD HAVE been more careful at moving the curtain to see who was knocking at his door. But due to his mind being penetrated by thoughts of his second date with Reasha, he cracks the curtain a bit too much. He would have had time to crack it back if only Deuce had taken his eyes away for a split second.

Deuce looks over at Eschewal; his eyes glint with a hunger for raw animal sex. The five-minute taster he received earlier has whetted his appetite; the only problem is he does not have a date.

"So, bruv, you mean to say you're going out with this chick again and couldn't link me with the friend?" asks Deuce with a slight hint of anger.

Deuce's tool of guilt makes Eschewal feel bad, but he shakes it off and decides to be honest.

"Ay, cuz. I'm gonna be real, blood, you see this ting here, I'm looking at her to be my wifey, and you done know if I link you with one of her friends, you're just gonna hit it and run." Eschewal slaps on some of his sweet scent. "Yeah, you get me, then that's gonna be long-term problems for me, cause my ting now is gonna be digging me out asking why I linked her friend with a sexfiend."

Deuce sucks his teeth and barks, "Oi, blood, stop chatting shit, man. Don't watch that. Man's big people, blood. You can't control what I'm gonna do." He gets up from the seat so he can express his point. "Yeah, alright then, so what? I link the friend and fuck her, but it doesn't work out. That's not your fault."

Eschewal shakes his head. "Yeah, I know that bro, but you're not listening. I don't want the headache, and let's be real here. You're not linking her intending to hope the link will lead to something because you done got your wifey already, so be real."

Deuce's nostrils flare. He wants to lash out at Eschewal and call him "Bad mind."

"Alright, that's real. I ain't got intentions for the link to go anywhere, but forget about that because you know you ain't linked me with nothing, blood." Deuce digs his fingers towards the floor. "Since we've been moving, you ain't given me nothing. You get me?" With desperation in his eyes, he demands, "Give me something, blood, give me something." He wipes the corners of his mouth. He has to get sex tonight to be able to handle the horror of the verbal abuse from his girlfriend.

Eschewal looks at the time; he will be late and needs Deuce out of his house, so he hands over Keneisha's phone number. "Eya, call this ting up," Eschewal decides to add a bit of hype. He lies, "Yeah, bruv, this ting has a fat pussy. Trust me; it's buff. You're gonna enjoy it."

Deuce's eyes widen as he punches the number into his phone. "What, are you sure? Don't try to give me no idiot ting, you know."

Eschewal does not reply.

Deuce presses send.