Lesane
After a while, she had talked herself to sleep. I loved to hear her talk. She was so soft-spoken. I'm glad she stopped because I didn't wanna fall asleep while she was talking because of how soft her voice was.
To have her in my arms, it felt good. She was different from all the girls I've ever dated or had a thing for. I still felt like it was more I should know about her.
The rain was still going but it was hard for me to go to sleep. I couldn't get over the fact that we full-on kissed. I mean, we've done it before but this felt like an 'I want something' kiss. It was different. If she does want something then shit, let's do it.
I completely understand her not wanting to rush into anything. I think that's perfect because I don't want it to seem like I'm taking advantage of her. She's too good to be taken advantage of. When she's ready, I'll be ready. What we have now is just enough.
The next morning
My eyes opened slowly because of the sunlight. I looked down and she was gone. I got up and stretched before taking a look around. I heard the shower running so I didn't go past the door frame. Instead, I went outside to my car and grabbed some clothes and a toothbrush. I keep clothes in my car for when I work overnights. I walked back upstairs and went into the other bathroom. I showered and did my other hygiene before walking out of the bathroom. She was sitting by her answer machine. She looked kinda upset.
"You alright?" I looked at her and sat down.
"Yeah. I'm fine."
"You don't look fine. What's wrong?" I knew that communication was something we had to work on.
"You never quit, do you?" She softly laughed and stood up.
"I promise I'm okay. I'm just gonna go to work. You can see yourself out." She winked and left. She was acting so weird but I didn't wanna press the issue too much.
I grabbed the rest of my things before walking out but her phone rang. I didn't know if I should answer it or not but God, curiosity was getting the best of me so I caved in and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Janet? Can we please talk? Why are you ignoring my calls?" The male rambled.
"Ay, stop calling here, Aight? Whoever you are, she doesn't wanna hear from you so cut all that out as of today. Understand?"
"Who are you? I'm trying to talk to Janet." He protested making me groan out of frustration.
"I don't care, Man. Just stop calling. As I said, she doesn't wanna hear from you so, therefore, delete her number, don't call here, don't show up here, don't do shit. I don't know you but you already pissing me off." The line grew quiet until he hung up. I scoffed and put the phone back on the hook before leaving back home to go see Irie.
I loved that girl with all my soul. She was truly a miracle and I can say she matured me.
Even though I couldn't see her often, O'Shea helped me. He would bring her over and I'd spend the rest of the day with her.
It was a nice morning. Every day was a nice morning. For some reason, I couldn't stop smiling. It's like I had this big ball all happiness but it all killed as soon as I got into my driveway and Kidada car was parked.
"Aw hell." I sighed and got out of the car and went inside.
"Where is he, O'Shea!" She yelled while Irie was on her hip.
"Daddy!!"
"Wassup Lil mama." I grabbed her and kissed her cheek.
"Where the hell have you been? If you wanna see your daughter so bad, you wouldn't be out here playing with hoes." She rolled her eyes.
"It takes a hoe to know a hoe, right?" I sat Irie down and walked into the kitchen.
"You funny, Amaru." She scoffed. I never understood why she called me by my middle name.
"So which hoe are you fondling with now? Huh, Mr.Crooks?"
"Not you, thank god." I chuckled.
"You think I don't know, huh? You still out here selling that stuff! I'm not gonna bring Irie around here if you finna keep selling, Lesane!"
"Man! Don't tell me how to live my life, Okay?! You in my mothafucking' house! Do I come to your house running shit, Kidada?!"
"See! This the EXACT! reason I can't stand your low down, dirty, broke, stupid ass!"
"I'm so broke but is the child support ever late? Don't I pay you $300 a month? Where is that money going too? Because Irie comes into this house looking like whatever!"
"Nigga I don't gotta explain shit to you!"
"Ight, Janet." I scoffed but stopped and noticed.
"Janet?! Who the fuck— you know what, I don't got time. Come on Irie. Because I'm not gonna let one of YOUR hoes be around my child." She grabbed Irie and stormed out. My head immediately dropped and my lips curled.
"How the fuck you do that?" O'Shea laughed.
"I don't know. I was thinking of her and it just slipped, I don't know." I shrugged.
"Get yourself together, man! You getting soft on me. You need to get back into your game." He shook his head.
"Man, I gotta change. I can't keep acting like this! I gotta get out of this selling shit, get out of this baby mama drama." I scratched the back of my head.
"Man, what the hell? You ain't gonna hook up with Kidada no more? Alright." He scoffed.
"Man, that was before but now I'm actually gonna get my act together. Starting with Malone."
Malone was a big drug dealer in California that I was working with. She ain't nothing to really play with but I was gonna try.
"Good luck with that shit." O'Shea pat my shoulder before leaving.
It was actually time to get straight.
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Okay! I know, I know..the book is probably getting so boring and I'm REALLY trying to rest it because I'm tryna see if this story is gonna get hype to determine a second story and so on. We are how many chapters in and I know y'all like, "damn, is there ever gonna be anything good." No, I was gonna save the goods for the second book, what y'all think? Because I don't wanna rush into smut and action because this is a testing book. I don't think o said that before but yes, this is a test book which means I'm indecisive about making a book two but who knows, I may or may not have it in my works 🤫
