Our Love Prevails

Chapter 3

Rayshawn POV: 12:52 PM, Saturday

  “So,” Moesha started. “I was thinking that after lunch, you could take me shopping and then we could go get dinner. And then we should see a movie or something. How do that sound to you, big papa? Rayshawn, are you listenin' to me?”

  Moesha was insistent on getting my attention. Any other day I would’ve listened to every annoying thing she had to say. As long as she was in my bed at night, Moesha could say whatever the hell she wanted. Today something was different, though. I couldn’t stop thinking about the girl I saw longer than eight hours ago.

  She hadn’t seen me, but I saw her. She was running from some guys involved in the neighborhood gang. I usually avoided even glancing at niggas in that gang, but seeing her with them changed things. I wanted to go down there and pummel those guys, but the coppers showed up and the girl was gone. The girl. I used to go to school with that girl. I used to have a crush on that girl. And she didn’t even know my name. Not that I could remember hers, but still. It was impossible to forget that face, or that body.

  “Rayshawn!” Moesha hissed, snapping her fingers in my face. I could tell she was pissed at me for ignoring her again, but it was hard to listen to her for so long. She was irritating like that. It was easier to listen to her in bed than afterwards.

 “Sorry, baby. I’m just a lil tired,” I said, finally looking at her. She was wearing a tight low-cut black shirt that had four buttons undone so you could see hints of her lacy red bra and a pink skirt that would have to be at least two inches longer to be labeled short. Not that I really minded since it showed off her ass more.

“Well, we was gettin’ pretty busy last night,” she said, straddling my lap and putting her arms around my neck. I could tell she wasn’t wearing underwear, which made me feel in my pants a little, but I wasn’t in the mood for sex right now.  I pressed my lips to hers and slid my hands onto her hips. Okay, so maybe I was in the mood for sex.

  I trailed my lips down her neck, past her collarbone, and down to her cleavage. Moesha slid her hands into my hair. I pressed my tongue along the curves of her breast. Just as I was about to unhook her bra, my phone started to ring. We both groaned. I took her off my lap and picked up my phone.

  “Hey, Ray!” Nick’s voice rang out over the line. Nick was my best nigga, and my partner in… business. If he was calling me, it was probably about an errand he wanted me to run. I walked out of the dining room so Moesha didn't hear our conversation.

  “Wassup, Nick?” I sighed. He always seemed to call at the wrong moment. It wasn’t his fault, but it was starting to irk me.

  “I need a favor. You know Jaquan, right?” he asked. I responded yes. “Well, he has something I need, and I ain’t got no time to go down their right now. Can you go and pick it up for me?”

  “What is it you asking me to pick up?” I asked.

  “It’s just some drugs and shit, but not for me. I’m done with drugs; I’m delivering them to a client of ours,” he explained. I still felt nervous, but that’s what always happened to me when I had to handle business like this. I agreed to do it anyways.

“Thanks, man! I gotta go. Bye!” Nick hangs up before I can say anything else.  I sigh in annoyance, but get ready to head out. I walk back into the dining room, where Moesha sits in a chair, texting on her phone.

  “Moesha, I gotta go take care of some stuff, but I’ll be right back when I’m done.” I lean down and kiss her before leaving. I didn’t wait for her to respond to me. I knew she wasn't going to say anything.