Page 14 of Our Mother's Sons

Baela was the worse damn whisper on the planet. But it was indeed him. I had no idea he had an identical twin because I was too focused on getting my coochie dug in but damn. I hated that my second time seeing him, I was tipsy again. I needed to see his features sober. Who in the hell were still identical twins at this big ass age? At least they didn’t dress alike. One twin was in all black. Black shorts, fitted black tee and a big ass diamond Cuban resting on his neck with the same black Prada shoes on his feet that Baela had just picked up. The second twin had an orange baseball cap pulled down over his brows, and his braids were in a single knot in the back of his head. He wore a matching baseball jersey, denim shorts, and icy white Force Ones. He also wore a necklace, but had on two instead of one. Both twins were looking our way, and it didn’t make any sense that their mother had made such a divine creation times two.

Baela snatched up both shoes, hooked her arms in mine, and pulled me toward the men. See, she was always doing some shit. We stopped at a comfortable distance, but I'd broken eye contact in their personal space.

“Excuse me, gentleman, I need to borrow this sales associate,” Baela rolled her neck.

“I need these in a size forty-six. But I’m not trying to carry them back to the car. We parked too far. I need ‘em shipped to my house. Can you assist?”

Knowing I looked like a fool, I cleared my throat and lifted my head. Locking my eyes on his, I cleared my throat.

“Hi. How you doin’?”

I was speaking directly to one twin, but both of them smiled, revealing slugs in their mouths.

Licking his bottom lip, he rubbed his chin, and with that motion, I could smell his cologne. It was different from what he was wearing weeks ago at the club.

“You know me?” His fine ass asked.

I looked at his twin in black, who was still smirking, and then shifted my attention back to him.

“So you take that many girls to your house that you don’t remember me?” Cocking my head I squinted my eyes. Studying his features up close, I saw that there wasn’t a bump in place. It was obvious that he was of mixed decent but then again, Dutton had been just as light as him and his ass was all African American. Their looks were so damn uncanny. Both men were fine as hell with their sharp noses, chiseled jaw lines, full lips, and a swagger out of this world. They wreaked of money, good dick, and heartbreak. The twin in black had big ass hickies on his neck and I couldn’t even blame whomever had put them there. Hell, his brother here had marked me up damn near the same. It took days for them to disappear. You would have thought that nigga was a vampire.

Turning to his brother, they both shared some twin telepathic silent communication before slapping hands. Baela and I shot each other questioning looks. The cashier walked behind the counter waiting to check Baela out but she hadn’t moved with her nosey ass.

Licking his lips, he closed the space between us, making my senses spin. He was much taller than my five-foot-eight frame, so I had to look up at him. Our Madea was five nine, so Baela and I got our heights from her. We used to get teased about it so much in elementary until Baela started putting asses to belts.

“How the fuck you know us apart, sexy?” Fitted cap asked.

“Ain’t too many muhfuckas that do,” his twin added.

“I'm going to be in the kids' section getting my sons right, bro. Head on a swivel,” his brother nodded at Baela and me before heading out.

The one who made my pussy spit up that night nodded at his brother and watched his back until he was no longer in sight. Then, he focused back on me.

“You still ain’t answer my question.” His eyes scanned me from head to toe. Suddenly, I felt underdressed. I was cute but compared to him, I was basic as fuck. Thankfully, I had shades covering my face since I didn’t have a full beat. He looked like he was straight out of New York in the summertime. He was fly as fuck.

“Let me go pay for my stuff. I’m her cousin, Baela.”

Baela waved and did an about-face, turning, not even giving him a chance to introduce himself.

“Next time ima report your thirsty ass. You can keep your eyes off that man because that’s all my cousin,” I heard Baela’s ignorant ass tell the cashier.

“I’m waiting,” he ran his tongue across his slugs.

“You don’t think I knew who I went home with?”

“So you saying you can tell us apart or was that shit a lucky guess?”

“I didn’t guess. Had I guessed, I probably would have gone to your brother. He’s in all black. You were in black that night.”

His long lashes blushed his cheeks as he continued to assess me as if he were looking for the truth. They were identical, but my body just knew which one was him. I couldn’t explain it, but I just knew.

“You didn’t tell me you were a twin, though.”

“I didn’t have to. We got pictures all over my crib; you were just too freaked out to notice.”

Eyes bulging, I slapped his chest and he playfully dodged my lick.

“I was not freaked out!”

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