🥒 SUMMER BUDDY 🥒

CHAPTER 26

                       Chapter 26

                       Tiony's pov

  Finally, privacy and space. Gibbanks could now come home before six in the evenings and do his fatherly duties of helping out with his sons and spending more time at home. I still wasn't talking to him and flaunted my curvaceous body in the house semi nude whenever he was at home. He slept with Arlem as I locked the master bedroom door at night and slept with Artyon. I caught him staring at my barely covered ass one evening and decided I better stopped the nonsense or risk being fucked by force. I was still so angry at him I just want him to feel as hurt as how I was feeling.

'Girl! Him don't want dem! Natty duh worst.' Chantelle's voice echoes inside my head.

Tyrone had begged me to calm down and not go back to Kingston, where we had to pay rent and bills and be asked to leave people's houses at a moments notice. I had fought myself hard to just be humble as I know other women went through similar experiences all over the world. The house wasn't short of anything and every two weeks I found money on my night table or my dresser. The new bedroom set had came as a surprise the day before we officially move over and I cleaned out and packed only me and my baby's clothes inside the drawers and simply took up Gibbanks clothes that he had dumped on the bed and dumped them on the bed in the room he was setting up for Arlem.

  His parents moved into their house, and my parents came and are now staying permanently in the two bedroom board house as they awaited their house to finish building. The Christmas fever was in the air, and everyone was fixing up as best as they could in excitement. Tyrone told me that Gibbanks and his family yard were sold at a very high price, and their big sister house would start building in the coming year. To be honest, I love the peace and quiet, the fact that we were seemingly cut off from the rest of the world in our own little world. Planting and building a life without the bother of anyone.

"Tell mi somn, yuh nuh feel like mi waan likkle loving?" Gibbanks says and asks as we almost bumped into each other as I was on my way to the kitchen.

I ignored him and tried to pass him, but he blocked my path and held unto me when I turned to walk away. "Done wid di vexation now, mi caan tek it nuh more." He says, and I hissed and pulled out of his hold forcefully.

  We went to Natty's birthday party, which was just an eating, drinking, and chilling party. Natty announced that Chantelle was pregnant, and everyone began to wet up both of them with liquor and accuse them of lying. "Mi affi si di belly fuss." Shinel says and wet Natty with her glass of champagne.

  Natty put his hand on his head, saying. "Good Lord, mi caan manage uno."

  I put a sleeping Artyon on the bed and  went to bathe. Gibbanks was inside the bedroom, naked waiting on me, and Artyon was not on the bed when I exited the bathroom. His body was cool from the shower he apparently just hurriedly took, and his hood was boring my waist where it was pressed up against me. He switched off the bathroom light, plunging the room in absolute darkness, and I threw caution and hurt to the wind, and we made love. I woke up and rode him before daybreak the following morning, going up and down slowly on his hood. He spun us over and thrust away inside me for a few minutes before coming hard up inside me. Then, he hugged me tightly in satisfaction.

"Yuh dey pon contraceptive?" He asked while we showered together.

"Of course. Why mi should a mek yuh tie mi dung further when yuh a fuck dung di whole a outta road?" I answered and asked him.

  "Yuh fucking mad ino, yuh really did a guh cut off mi hood?" He says and asked spraying the water in my face and hair.

  I took a deep breath and turned around taking up the soap. It was knocked out of hand and I looked at him side ways then bent down to pick it up knowing I was going to get more fuck. I got a hard backas for a good ten minutes before he came telling me that I need to be naked in bed waiting on him every night. I spend most of the Sunday cuddled on his lap in a flimsy batty rider shorts. Artyon crept up and down on the living room floor and only came to us when he was hungry or thirsty. Arlem came from over his grandparents that evening carrying our dinner, and I ate and went to sleep, leaving Gibbanks to look after his sons.