Page 45 of He Snatched My Soul

My brother was right. Call me a simp nigga all you want, but no matter what, I’m getting my woman today. Fuck this shit.

I left my brother's house on a mission and knew what I needed to do. I made a couple of stops before I drove to my destination to pick up my last package. I texted my mother and asked her to send me Anastasia's address, so that’s where I was headed. I pulled into her driveway and hopped out. Making myway up to the front door, I rang her doorbell. A few seconds later, the door opened, and Anastasia stood in front of me. I just stared at her. I couldn’t deny that she was a beautiful girl, but she wasn’t the girl that I wanted.

“Jamian? Uh, come in.” She smiled and stepped to the side so I could enter. I looked around her home, and her spot didn’t fit the person I used to know. Anastasia used to be a simple girl. Looking at all the expensive furniture and art on the walls, I knew she wasn’t the same woman that I had known before she left. When Anastasia offered me a seat on her white Italian leather sofa, I declined. What I needed to say wasn’t going to take long.

“Anastasia, what’s your reason for showing back up here?” I really didn’t care, I just needed to know what her angle was.

“Jamian, I know that I hurt you when I left. My intention wasn't to do that. You know my dream was to always become a fashion designer. So, when the opportunity came, I couldn’t pass it up. But I still love you, Jamian. My love for you never wavered, baby.” She went to touch my face, and I stepped back.

“Tell me, Anastasia, when did you decide that I wasn’t part of those plans? When you first found out you should have talked to me. I was your nigga. You made those fucking decisions without even talking to me first.” I stepped into her personal space with my fist balled at my side. I wanted to choke this bitch.

“I told you, the opportunity wasn’t presented to me until a few days before I left, Jamian.” She lowered her head.

“Bitch, you muthafuckin’ lie! You knew about the shit for two weeks.” She looked at me with wide eyes. “Yeah, your mother told me. Yet, my girl didn't tell me until the day she was set to leave. Make that shit make sense, Anastasia!” My nostrils flared.

“I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you. I just got scared. What else do you want me to say, Jamian? I asked you to come with me. We could have made it work. I’m back now, and we can pick upwhere we left off, baby. We can be together.” She dropped down to her knees and tried to unbuckle my belt, but I stopped her.

“Nah, I can’t let you do that.” I pulled her to her feet.

“Why not? You used to love it when I did it when we were together.” She looked hurt.

“That was a long time ago. Besides, this dick is taken. My girl got this dick, and my heart is on lock. I could’ve been a fuck nigga and let you suck me off, and it still wouldn’t change shit,” I told her and meant it. She looked hurt, but that wasn’t my problem. “I wish you the best, shorty.” That was all I said to her before leaving her spot.

I didn’t owe Anastasia shit. Now she sees how a nigga felt when she hopped her ass on that plane, leaving me with a crushed heart and single as fuck. It took me some time to get over her; time that made me see she was never the one for me. My mind is clear. I don’t have any animosity towards her. Just like I said, I wish her the best. It just won’t be with me.

I stopped to get some gas before I rolled through to Modesty’s mama house. As I pumped my gas, an all-black, old school Camaro with white stripes on the hood pulled up beside me. Some dude with long dreads hopped out and walked into the mini mart. The passenger side window was down, and I noticed a familiar face. I chuckled to myself seeing Sasha, who hadn’t noticed me staring at her ass. I wasn’t jealous by far. She wasn’t my bitch. I could care less who she fucking. It’s the fact that she tried to fight every bitch she saw me with and was promoting that I was her nigga.

After filling up my ride, I hopped in my whip and pulling off. I made sure to snap a picture of Sasha before I left and sent it to her. Then blocked her. Today must be a nigga lucky day. Now, I didn’t have to worry about Sasha's crazy ass. I’m sure she got the picture. No pun intended.

When I got to Modesty’s mama house, I knew I hit the jackpot when I saw her car parked in the driveway. For some reason, my heart drummed in my chest as I got out of my ride and made my way up the porch steps. I rang the doorbell and noticed that my palms started to sweat as I waited for someone to answer the door. When it came open, some older, heavyset woman with salt and pepper hair answered the door. She looked to be in her late seventies or early eighties.

“Aren’t you a handsome thang? Who are you looking for? I hope it’s me.” She flirted and I chuckled at the old lady. I was glad I was still dressed in my suit, so, I looked presentable.

“If I was a little older, I might have to shoot my shot.” That made her blush. “But I’m here to see Modesty.”

“And you are?” She looked me up and down.

“Jamian. Her man.”

“Oh, really now. I’m Modesty’s grandma. Come on in, baby.” I stepped inside and waited until she closed and locked the door. She guided me into the living room and offered me a seat before sitting next to me on the sofa. “I see that my granddaughter has been keeping secrets. I thought she was with that white boy. MODESTY! GET YOUR TAIL DOWN HERE!” she screamed towards the back of the house. I could already see that Grandma Netta was a trip.

“Mama, why are you screaming through the house? Oh… Hi.” An older version of Modesty came walking into the living room. They had the same complexion and heart-shaped lips.

“Sabrina, this handsome young man here says he’s your daughter’s boyfriend, Jamian.” Grandma pursed her lips.

“Her boyfriend? Well, damn, you fine. You look like you got some money, too.” Ms. Sabrina hiked her eyebrows. .

“Yeah, right? I can get my acres and a mule now.” Grandma Netta pumped her fist.

“Nice to meet you, ma’am.” I chuckled at their frankness.

“And he has some manners. I like you already,” Ms. Sabrina stated and smiled.

I fucks with my baby’s people. They were funny as hell, especially her grandma.

“Grandma, why are you screaming my name so loud? I was on an important phone… call. Jamian?” Modesty, who came running down the stairs with some chick behind her, didn’t look pleased to see me. “What the hell are you doing here? And how do you know where my mother lives?” she asked me, but I was too lost in her beauty to respond.

“Damn, friend. He’s even fine as hell in person,” Ol’ girl said.

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