Page 19 of Forbidden Love

I sighed and took a seat that was close to the pool.

“You can keep an eye on her while I’m gone.”

“You going where again?” I snapped out of my own thoughts of Yeremy out to eat with another nigga. It shouldn’t have bothered me at all but for some reason it did.

“Ghana, I might even hit Nigeria.” He smiled.

“Yeremy is grown, Casper. I got a lot of shit going on.”

“So add her to the list of things that you got going on. You helped her at the club. I want to make sure she’s good. I’m not saying make the shit obvious. Just check in on her for me,” he said.

“Yeah, I’ll keep an eye on her,” I agreed.

“Alright good. You can hop in and celebrate with me if you want. I don’t share Deliyah, but you can have your go with Ravian.” He chuckled.

“I ain’t getting in no water with your old nuts floating around, old man.” I chuckled.

“Suit yourself and excuse yourself. It’s time for me to do my shit.” Casper lifted his hand and smacked one of the chicks on the ass.

I shook my head and stood to leave. The image of Yeremy somewhere laughing over wine and appetizers with some tall-ass, green-eyed doctor didn’t sit too well with me the more I thought about it. I pictured her thick ass dressed up and smelling good with her brown skin glowing. Her innocent asssmile was probably wide, making that lame ass nigga lust for her and shit.

She wasn’t mine, and never would be that so I swallowed the thought like a bullet. It was something about her being with a nigga with clean fingernails, no blood underneath them. No survival street instincts attached to that doctor to make sure she was good in case shit got crazy. Casper overlooked who the fuck he was just how my father did at times.

It was niggas out here that still would risk going to war with that nigga behind their innocent loved ones that was no longer breathing, just off the principle alone. Yeremy could be a target at any moment. I also understood that she was a good girl. He raised her that way, and only wanted to see her happy.

My biggest mistake was fucking Yeremy. She was like the forbidden fruit that Eve brought to Adam to taste. Although I couldn’t quite understand this strong attraction to her, I suddenly wanted her. Yeremy wasn’t even the type of woman that I fucked with. Maybe I needed to hit a couple more times and cut her ass off to get it all out of my system.

The unhinged side of me was about to fuck with her in the worse type of way. Something told me she only took that date to rid herself of thoughts of me.

Chapter 12

Yeremy

“Mmmhmm…yeah, no. I’m still up. Larae.” I murmured into the phone with a groggy voice.

“You said Sunday you want to check out the new sushi place by the beach, right?” I stifled my yawn, trying to prove to him that I was alert and tuned in to the conversation.

I didn’t want to appear rude mid conversation while talking to Larae by drifting off to sleep. It was Friday night; I was happy that I didn’t have to wake up early in the morning for work. It seemed like Thursday’s and Friday’s was when work took a toll on me. I was tired as hell and just wanted to sleep my weekend away.

Dr. Larae chuckled nervously on the other end. After us sharing dinner together earlier in the week. I learned that he was shy, but very polite at the same time. He was a gentleman who opened up doors and pulled out my chair before I could take a seat. It was the small gestures that he offered that I appreciated. Him and I talked on the phone at night after our long shifts at the hospital. He texted me every morning at five a.m. to tell me good morning. The gesture was sweet but a little corny to me.

Whenever he got comfortable in our conversations, he tended to talk a little too much. I scratched at my head then readjusted my bonnet.

“What are you doing?” he asked, sounding curious and nosy.

“About to get out of bed and go to the kitchen to get a couple of snacks.” I stood and slid on my silk robe that clung to my thighs from the static of my sheets.

“Oh okay, I’m watching Law & Order in my living room. My one-year-old took over my bed for the night.” He chuckled nervously again.

“Don’t do her.” I giggled.

“She’s just probably happy to see you this weekend.” I smiled, loving the fact that he was a good dad.

I learned that Larae’s baby momma was bitter as hell and liked to keep his daughter away from him most of the time. Tonight, she dropped her off at his place because she wanted to go out to shake her ass.

“I know, but that little girl kicks and scratches me with her sharp toenails at night.” He chuckled.

“So do you like Sushi?” He changed the subject quickly.

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