Once a Dog Always a Dog!

Chapter 7

  The next morning when I woke up, I was feeling hung over and I had no idea where I was until Layla came into her bedroom with breakfast for me. "What time is it?" "It's nine fifteen," she replied as she handed me a tray full of food. "Layla, you didn't have to do this." "I know, but I wanted to do it. I told you I love to cook. When people come to my house, they eat. I take care of everybody that walks through my door." Layla was really no joke. She knew exactly how to treat a nigga and she pushed all the right buttons. She had made cheese grits, bacon, scrambled eggs, and French toast. And not only had she made breakfast for me, but she had also washed, dried, and ironed the clothes that I had on from the day before. "When the hell did you do all of this?" Layla didn't respond directly to my question. She just smiled and told me to take my time eating and that she was going to finish up that case that she had been working on from the night before. "I put a towel, soap, lotion, a brand new toothbrush for you in the bathroom  when you're ready to get dressed. The girls already left for school so just feel at home.

Okay?" I smiled and thanked her. As I ate the food that she had cooked for me, I couldn't help but think about how Cheyenne used to treat me this good way back when we had first gotten married. But unfortunately for me and Cheyenne, life got in the way and all of the pampering that I used to get just disappeared along with the sex. So by nature Layla was scoring big points as far as I was concerned. As I ate and then prepared to take a shower and get dressed, I would be lying if I said that I wasn't feeling deeply conflicted. Because on one hand I wanted to snatch up Layla and fuck the shit out of her again, and on the other hand I wanted to see my wife and make love to her and tell her that I was sorry for screwing up. Yet the thing that was troubling me the most was that I knew that my son was probably wondering why I hadn't spoken to him since his game. I knew what I needed to do. After I had taken my shower and gotten dressed, I thanked Layla for treating me like a king and for showing me an amazing time. I kissed her on the lips and told her that I really had to bounce. "You sure you don't wanna stay?" "I want to, but I really got moves that I need to make." "Okay, so listen. I hope it's not gonna be a whole year before I hear from you again or see you again." 

I shook my head and explained to her that she had a license to call me and see me whenever she wanted to, and that I would get up with her in a few days. "Yeah, we gotta hang out real soon," she said to me. "Definitely," I replied as I kissed her again on her lips before walking out the door. I jumped in my all black Range Rover and headed straight for my son's school. When I got there I headed straight for the principal's office and explained that it was an emergency and that I really needed to speak to my son for a few minutes. The lady in the principal's office was very sweet and accommodating. She told me to have a seat and she would handle everything. She got on the phone and within about three minutes or so my son walked into the principal's office. "Daddy!" he said with a big smile. Because of the expression on his face I know that he was shocked to see me. "What's up, homie?" I said to him as I held out my hand for him to slap me five. I then took Derrick by the hand and walked him into the hallway so that we could talk in private. "You okay?" He nodded his head and told me that he was fine. 

"Listen, I just wanted to tell you that I didn't come home last night because I still have to promote this new book so I'm gonna be out of town for a few days, okay?" "You're gonna be with DJ?" Derrick smiled and asked. He thought that was the coolest thing, that his dad had written a book with a rap icon. "Well, he's real busy so he's not gonna be with me for the whole time." "So when will you be back?" "I'm not sure, but I'll make sure I call you every day, okay?" Derrick nodded. "And listen, you played real good the other day but what was that stunt you pulled when the coach took you outta the game?" Derrick turned up his lips and a frown came on his face as he explained, "I was playing real good and he shouldn't have taken me out. If I messed up then he should put me on the bench, not when I'm playing good and doing everything right!" "But Derrick, y'all were blowing the other team out." "So?" "So, the right thing to do was to take you out so that y'all wouldn't embarrass the other team." Derrick just shook his head because he totally didn't agree with me but he knew not to argue.