Page 14 of Forbidden Love

I sighed and fixed my posture as I looked Casper in the eyes. When we was around other people, his eyes were always unreadable. Whenever we was alone, worry was always etched in his orbs.

“Sol is just as overbearing as you. He saw me dancing and enjoying myself and came into my section to tell me that I wasdoing too much to be the daughter of Casper. He also said that I was too drunk, so he made me and my friends go eat and sober up. That’s why I got home late.” I took in a deep breath.

“That’s my nigga.” Casper smirked then continued.

“You shouldn’t be out like some hood rat, getting drunk and partying. You’re a nurse with a bright career, all those niggas in the club ain’t worth breathing the same air as you, baby girl. I’m surprised Shardae’s man even allowed her to go.” He shrugged his broad shoulders.

“I think I’ve found a nice small condo that’s twenty minutes away.” I changed the subject by lying.

I was relieved that he bought what I told him.

“You not moving out of here until you find a respectable man that asks for your hand in marriage. I was only asking you questions to be sure?—”

“Be sure that I didn’t fuck Sol! You really think low of me.”

“Well…you are a child of Benita.” He laughed.

“What if I did fuck Sol!” I asked, pissed off now.

“I’d kill him dead, then pay for his services. I love him like a son, but if he crossed me by fucking you…punishment is death. Now, that I know that’s not the case, I feel better. I’m not treating you like a kid either, Yeremy. I want you to live a good life, be happy and be the queen that I know you can be. Men like me and Sol can’t offer you much of anything. I know it feels good to a lot of young women to be with niggas that’s in the streets, but it also comes with a lot of pain and mourning from the lack of time we offer. Look at Raft…He’s gone, he didn’t listen and operate smart how me and your uncle did things. Sure, we still benefit from the streets money wise, but we no longer get our hands dirty. It doesn’t mean we don’t have enemies and niggas out here that still envy us. Muthafucka’s know who you are because of me, sad to say. That ain’t no shit to brag about, and I ain’t proud of it. I don’t want you like Benita, in her late fiftiesstill looking good but chasing the same shit. Hood dick…and got the nerves to still look good while doing it.” His dark eyes softened a little.

“I know, Dad. I’m going to make you proud. I’m on vacation and just want to have fun with my friends, that’s all. I don’t mind staying here either, I love being here. I just don’t like when you question me like I’m a kid. You act like I don’t make good decisions. Ramsey… I loved him and he didn’t treat me bad at all. I’m over that situation, although it still hurts. All I have is you, mom, and my two friends.” I softened a little.

Casper was overbearing and he went overboard at times. I loved my father with everything in me and understood that he loved me the same. He was paranoid and always wanted to protect me. Benita loved me, too, but it wasn’t the same as Casper. Casper took his time to drop gems, and he taught me not to be some naïve spoiled chick.

“I understand that, but that hoe Bianca is not your real friend. I’m letting you find that out on your own since the answer is right in your face. Enjoy your vacation, try to relax. I got you an appointment at an all-day spa for tomorrow.” He smiled warmly after insulting my friend.

Casper knew all about Bianca; hell, he knew all about Shardae. Anybody that I came into contact with he did his own research on. Casper didn’t like Bianca because to him, she was nothing but a hoe. He like Shardae because he knew that she went to college like me and carried herself well.

“Thank you, Dad.” I smiled.

“You’re welcome and stop calling me Casper.”

“I call you that when you make me mad.” I smirked.

“Oh, I know, little girl. It’s time for you to clean yourself up. I can smell the liquor reeking from your pores. I had Esmeralda cook you dinner, I’ll have her bring it up by the time you’ve freshened up.”

“Dinner? What time is it?” I looked around my room.

“Nearing seven o clock. You can’t hang…” His words trailed as he stood.

“Out shaking ass and sleeping all day. You really worry an OG.” He chuckled.

“I can’t hang? Nah, you can’t hang! Esmeralda told me the other day that you was tucked in bed at eight o clock.” I giggled.

“That’s my business, and I’ll talk to Esmeralda about telling you what I’m doing. I don’t have much to do these days beside counting the money that’s owed to me every week. I plan on going on a vacation, two of my young hoes want to see the mother land.” He stood and winked his eye.

“I heard Viagra speeds the heart up. Be careful trying to keep up with young hoes,” I warned him, holding in my laugh.

“I don’t need Viagra, and these young hoes just can’t keep up with me.”

I fell out laughing just from the way he elegantly tied his silk robe and walked out of my room like he knew he was the man.

Chapter 8

Sol

“Itold you to slut that hoe out, not put her in a penthouse suite for an entire week to play fake house with her, nigga.” I drilled Fatz soon as he plopped down in my front seat.

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