Page 37 of Cove City: Vol. I

“I’m trying to get nasty with my nigga.” She smiled.

Slap!

She slapped me, then gripped my jaw, sticking her tongue in my mouth. I grabbed her fat ass in my hand embracing in a kiss. “Yo nasty ass trying to make a baby now aren’t you.”

“Maybe.”

We did what we did best; fucked. I was in love, and the thought of what Preach said and what I wanted played in myhead. Sasha had been loyal to a nigga, and she deserved the life she wanted. I vowed to give her that and ignore that nigga Pierre.

I woke up with a big smile on my face. I hadn’t slept like that in months. The way Pierre cared for my body was so refreshing. I rolled over, thinking he had gotten out of bed, but to my surprise, he was still asleep. His and my situation was interesting. It’s been over two weeks since he’s occupied my time. I leaned down and kissed the side of his face. I knew that we had gone too far with what we were creating. Although I had a job to do, I somehow got tied into his world, and I feared that I hadn’t even scratched the surface. I was trying not to get my feelings involved because I feared I would somehow be hurt. I was learning shit by the day, but at the same time this man was growing on me.

I realized I had left my phone in my car. After Pierre called me repeatedly, I knew he missed me, as I had missed him. My phone was the last thing I thought about when I showed up last night. I got out of bed and walked to his drawer to see if I could grab a shirt to put on. As I opened it, I moved a few items around and noticed an ultrasound picture. My face frowned because I had become confused. I noticed an old date and her name at the top. They were going to have a baby together?Now it made sense of the connection. I placed the picture back in the drawer and grabbed the oversized shirt. I slid it on and made my way out of the room, sure not to wake Pierre.

When I got down the steps and reached the door, I swung it open. I was greeted by someone. “Sup girl,” he smiled, exposing his gold grill.

Wrinkles formed on my forehead. This was the same guy who was talking to Pierre about the Zoo. I tried to move around him, but he stopped me. “Where are you going?” he said, trying to touch me.

I swatted his hand, “Don’t touch me.”

He threw his hands up. “My bad, Mayne, where’s my cousin at?”

I didn’t even bother to answer him as I hurried to my car. I quickly got in as I watched him go inside the house. I didn’t get good vibes from him, and I would surely tell Pierre. As long as he was around, I wouldn’t be. I grabbed my phone and noticed my mother had called me, so I called her back to check on her. “Tuesday!”she answered, barely letting the phone ring. “Where are you? You said you were coming right back.”

I squinted because I knew I would have to explain my reasons for being away for so long. “I’m sorry, Ma. I got this job and I’ve been distracted.”

“You got a job. Wait, why didn’t you tell me, and where is it, because you haven’t been around for an interview?”

I sighed loudly, “It’s here in Toussaint, Ma. Look, as soon as I get enough money, I will come and get you and bring you here so you can get the care you need.”

“You got a notice on the door, an eviction notice. I don’t think you have that much time. Tuesday, what am I supposed to do?”

“Shit, ok. Let me think.”

I knew I couldn’t be my mother’s caregiver thousands of miles away, but I was still giving care. I felt like I had always been the parent, and she was the child, even in college. I knew the only option I had was to move her here. I didn’t even have a fucking roof over my head. I hated to put her in a hotel, but this was the only option until I found a place.

“Ma, give me a couple of days. Pack what you can, and I’ll drive down to get you. Okay?”

The phone went silent. “Well, what about all my doctor’s appointments and Bingo night and—”

“Ma, please!” I shouted. “Fuck the bingo! If I have to care for you, then you need to come here. It’s the only way.”

She sucked her teeth. “Do I have a choice?”

“You can do things on your own out there, like for yourself, but if you want my help, you’re coming here.”

I knew she was afraid to leave Florida. She had a one-track mind. She feared the unknown. However, I was building stability here and didn’t want to risk losing my job by returning home. After ending the call with her, I dropped my head on the steering wheel. I felt exhausted. I wanted to live and breathe without stress attached. I didn’t know what I would do to make this work, but I had to figure something out. I hadn’t even gotten paid yet.I wondered if George would give me an advance.

There was a light tap on the window. When I looked, Pierre was standing in his joggers with no shirt. I opened the door. “Fuck wrong with you?”

I wanted to laugh because he was really bad at words. “I’m okay. I have some things back in Florida I need to handle.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

My lip rose into a smile. “What, you care about my well-being now? I thought you was a hood nigga,” I joked.

He raised his brows. “A hood nigga I am, but I cared since I met you. Next question.”

The grin he wore made me melt. He extended his hand to help me out of the car. He changed his tone when he noticed I was only in a shirt. Pierre leaned down, “Don’t bring your ass out here again without clothes on. I can’t have you out here like that.”

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