Page 30 of Don Caselli

She allowed her daughter to be grown and live her life, something I respected. I’ve been grown since the day that Angie left our house. Menace didn’t handle us with kiddie gloves, and it wasn’t like I had a bunch of rules. Other than doing good in school, there wasn’t anyone there making sure I did certain shit.

In high school, I had bitches staying the night in my room because Menace was always gone. Kora did her best withkeeping an eye on things, but she was busy with her own shit. Zoya wasn’t going to tell me shit.

I did shit just so I could get in trouble. Be put on punishment and shown that they cared. As the youngest, I always felt lost in the shuffle. The sibling they had to make sure survived in the midst of them having their own lives. Menace taught me a lot of shit, but the nigga was broken for real. He taught me his version of shit, which is why I had to wash up four times, or my toothpaste was perfectly squeezed with the right toothpaste to toothbrush ratio. I wasn’t as neat as he was. I could leave a bottle on my desk or drop crumbs without losing my shit. However, the thought would be in the back of my head, and I found myself up in the middle of the night vacuuming crumbs from lunch.

When my phone started ringing, I got pissed off. “What the fuckkkkkk?”

I was mad at myself because my dumb ass got comfortable in this office chair instead of my bed across the hall. Then someone had the nerve to call me and want to talk this early in the morning.

“Yeah.”

“Mr. Caselli, you have a visitor that wants to come up. Shall I allow them up?” the front desk attendant asked.

I could tell it was the new nigga who didn’t know the rules of calling my personal phone. “You be fucking me?”

The man was too stunned to speak. He stammered, and if I was in front of him, he would have been sweating. “No… sir…I…”

“The only people calling my phone this early be fucking me… that’s you?”

“Oh goodness, no.”

“I’m a bum?”

Now I was fucking offended with him saying,oh goodness,like I was some bum. He should be honored to fuck me if I went that way. “No, sir… I’m just.”

“Send them the fuck up and use the other phone, pussy mouth.” I ended the call and stood up to get a good stretch before Kennedy brought her ass up here.

I had access to the cameras all throughout the building. Not because I owned the penthouse, but because I hacked into those shits the day I closed on this place. While he was stammering and sweating on the phone, Kennedy stood behind him with her arms folded, waiting for him to give her the green light to come upstairs.

It was crazy that I had ran into Navy twice and I still didn’t have her number. I mean, I could get the shit easily, but that was creepy, and I wasn’t trying to go that way with her. I wanted her number because she gave it to me, not because I went and got it myself. I wanted the cameras to her buildings because she trusted me to hack her building and gain access, not because I knew I could easily.

The Case Farm fruits and vegetables were delivered, so I grabbed an apple and sat on the counter waiting for the wench to show herself. Bitch hurt my damn feelings and then had the nerve to want to sit and talk about the shit.

We should have been talking when you got engaged, and the talking should have been the damn truth. The elevator chimed, and I heard her heels against my wooden floors as I continued to bite into this apple. Each bite reminded me on how I wanted to take a bite out of Navy’s ass. Just biting her ass cheeks while hearing that cute ass squeal of hers.

“I’ve been calling you for a week, and you have ignored me. We need to talk.” She stood there dressed like she was fucking an old nigga.

Wide leg white linen pants, a silk button-up shirt, and a Birkin fixed up on her arms. “He don’t like you to show yo’ titties, Ken?”

She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. “Are you going to be childish, or are we gonna have a conversation?”

“Fuck, we need to have a conversation now. We should have had one when you were in my fucking bed, telling me how much you wanted us.”

“Menace would never let that happen!” she screamed.

I cooly bit the apple and stared at her. “Never gave the shit a chance, Wench.”

“Did you just call me awench?”

“Yeah.”

“How low are you? It would have never worked because you are fucking childish. You want to be the big man, but all you are is Menace Caselli’s little brother.”

“Remember when you begged to suck my dick? Wanted to wrap your mouth around it… was panting and shit, remember?” She looked away because she remembered exactly what I was saying to her.

She remembered the night the rain fell down on the floor to ceiling windows in my room. How she was laid across with the sheets wrapped around her body. Wishing, praying and wanting to fuck on me, but I stopped it.

Respect was important with my brother, and I wasn’t going to put her in that position between us. I was going to talk to Menace and let him know how I was feeling about her. Imagine my surprise when her ass went and got engaged or was already engaged behind my back.

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