Page 10 of Christmas Luvin

“Iseriously don’t want you to think thatI’mbeing dramatic becauseIswear,I’mnot.Youknow how many timesI’mout, and someone will walk up on me and ask ifI’mPee-Wee’sgirlfriend.WhenItell themIam, they’ll usually just laugh it off and go on about their business.Iknew whatIsigned up for whenIgot with you, but that shit is just so annoying,” she scoffed, then threw her body back in the seat, crossed her arms, and looked straight ahead.

Ifolded the package ofSkittlesthatIwas eating and set them in her cup holder.ThenIreached over, uncrossed her arms, and placed my hand under her chin, forcing her to look at me.

“Ihate that you let hoes get under your skin the way you do.Bitchesfuck with you because, for one, you’re little, and they feel like being little makes you soft.Secondly,Ipost you on my page more thanIpost myself, and any womanI’veever dealt with before you knowsIwouldn’t even post their fuckin’ earring.Ipost your whole face.Ipost shit of us in bed,Ipost me surprising you with nice ass gifts, and at timesI’vepostedR-rated shit that you’ve had me delete.Iain’t hiding you,Bri.Theyknow that.Theworld knows howIfeel about you and howIspoil the shit out of you, so bitches just be hating.Wewas having a good ass night.Whyyou going to let a bitch who don’t mean shit to me fuck up our evening?Iain’t seen that bitch in years,”Ivoiced.

“Justso you know, it was never about you fuckin’ her that had me mad,” she snapped, andIlaughed.

“Bae, yes, it is, but it’s cool.Hadyou fucked a few niggas before me, and them niggas walked up on me, saying some slick ass shit,Iwould have felt a type of way too,”Ishared, putting my hand inside theV-neck split in her dress and twiddling her nipple.Idid shit like that out of habit.Iwould put my hands insideBria’spants in public and feel all on her ass, forgetting for a second that we were out, with eyes on us.

Sheglanced over at me and looked me in the eyes. “Whatwas her name?I’mtrying to remember if you told me about her.”

Iclosed my eyes and laughed.Shewas going to start up some bullshit the secondIsaid her name.

“That’sLexi,”Irevealed, and her mouth hung open.

Brialooked like she wanted to slap the dog shit out of me, but she just nodded, pretending that shit didn’t move her, althoughIknew it did.

“Theone whose titties you paid for and was almost in a relationship with, right?Hmm,” was all she said right before she removed my hand from her dress, put her seatbelt on, and started the car.

“Bae, that shit old as fuck,”Ireiterated.

“Iknow.Ididn’t say anything,” was her response as she backed out of the parking spot.

Iain’t say shit else after that because the more shitItalked, the deeper the holeIseemed to dig for myself.Iknew women hated when men made assumptions because it felt like their feelings were invalidated, butIpulled out my phone and went to my calendar.Itmade sense that her period was coming on tomorrow.Iknew my girl.Shewas bitchy as fuck tonight, tripping off some shit that she wouldn’t usually trip about.Iknew she felt a way for real because when we passed theBen&Jerry’sthat was by our house,Ipointed at it and offered to run inside and get her some, and she didn’t even want to do that.We’dhad plenty of ice cream dates at that location, andIoften brought home ice cream from there to surprise her.

Iwould never makeBriafeel like she was tripping for getting upset when she was confronted by old hoes thatIused to deal with in the past.Iwas so obsessed with this girl, though, that a nigga who she’d so much as kissed would have probably gotten his ass stomped out if he walked up and acknowledged her in my presence.Unfortunately, it was somethingBriaoften dealt with, soIcould see how it would annoy the fuck out of her.

Forthe most part,Bria’speriod was pretty accurate, and when auntie red was supposed to come into town, she was usually right on time.So,Ionly had tonight to show my ass off in the bedroom and fuck her so silly that any remembrance of what had taken place at the store would fully leave her mind.Itwas the holidays, andIwasn’t trying to beef with my baby.

“Yousaw whatIjust texted you, daddy?”Iasked my dad through laughs becauseI’djust sent him a hilariousTikTokvideo.

Iwould often send him videos throughout the day, and he did the same to me.Thistime,Iwanted to hear it in his voice when he started cracking up laughing.Hecouldn’t even get out what he wanted to say because he was too busy laughing.Someonehad put together a compilation of videos of people slipping, sliding, and busting their asses from the weather changes, more so in places further up north.Iwasn’t even the kind of person to laugh at someone when they fell, but there were real-life tears falling from my eyes asIwatched that video at least five times.ThenIsent it over to my father, so he could get the same good ole laugh thatI’djust gotten.Mostof the videos were of people slipping on the porch due to ice left over from the snow.Itreally had me dying.

“Igot it, baby girl.Meand your uncleLucaswere just sitting here laughing at it together.Thosewere some pretty hard falls, but man, that was so funny,” he said, using his hands to wipe his face.Justlike me, he had tears falling from his eyes as he cracked up laughing.

Lookingat my dad,Ismiled because he was so handsome.Iwould never get over how beautiful of a man he was.Ourrelationship was so beautiful too.Thiswasn’t something he felt like we had to do since, biologically, he was my father, and it was only right for us to have a relationship.Instead, this was something we both wanted.Hewas really my guy.Wetalked on the phone two or three times a day, and he’d visited a couple of weeks ago to spendThanksgivingwith us, so forChristmas,Pee-WeeandIwere going toGeorgia.Youalready knowIwas super excited about being with all my family again.

“Hey,UncleLucas.Whatare y’all up to?”Iasked.

Myuncle’s handsome face popped up on the screen.ThiswasCarmen’sfather.IlovedUncleLucas.Hewas what many would refer to as the cool uncle.Hewas single because he andCarmen’smother had split up years ago.Carmenwas a teenager when her parents called it quits.Hewas always making jokes about how he would never in his life get married again and that he was going to enjoy the single life.

MyUncleLucaswas a damn dog.Granted, he was very successful as a cosmetic surgeon with his own practice, and he looked very good, especially for a fifty-six-year-old man.AsImentioned, he was handsome, but that didn’t mean he had to be a damn dog.Carmenhad told me stories about how he was still running around, acting like a single dude in his twenties.AllIcould do was shake my head.Carmenhad the same tight bond withUncleLucasasIhad with my father.

“Aboutto go to a brunch spot.Where’smy guy,Pee-Wee?Ipurchased a couple of his jogger sets the other day.Whatkind of shoes you thinkIshould wear with it?” he asked, andIstarted cracking up.

“He’snot here.Heleft already to head to his stores.Whenyou wear your outfit, make sure you send me pictures soIcan show him,”Isaid and then laughed some more.

Italked trash on the phone with my uncle for a little while longer, and thenIwent back to talking to my dad.Wewrapped up our conversation about ten minutes later.Ionly ended the call becauseDuchesshad texted me that she was outside.Iwas about to run the streets with her and get someChristmasshopping in.Ihad on my goodNikeshoes because something told me that we would be heading to a few different malls today.LikeIalready said,DuchessandIhad gotten super close over the past few months.Iwas just as close to her asIwas to my cousinCarmen.Itwas easy to likeDuchessand form a bond with her because she was so real and just an all-around genuine person.

Whatreally drew us close to each other was knowing what it felt like to mourn a loss.Shehad opened up to me a while back about losing her little brother and how much she missed him even to this day.Granted,Ididn’t have any memories of my mother because she died whenIwas just a few moments old, butIstill mourned her loss and thought about what my life would have been like with her in it.Weshared that pain, so we instantly clicked.Ontop of that, we were both datingJacksonmen, and although they treated us well, they also knew how to push buttons and drive us crazy, so we bonded over that as well.

Imade it toDuchess’scar and pulled the door handle to let myself in.ThesecondIgot in my seat,Ireached over and gave her a quick, one-armed hug.

“Youlook cute,” she complimented.

Iwas inPromiseLandapparel today, supporting my man.Iloved a lot of the looksPee-Weecame up with, and he used me as his personal model.Hewould often order samples of his new designs in my size just to see how the clothing would look.Heusually modeled the men’s apparel, though.

Thismorning,Iwas rocking a cropped blouse.Itwas navy green with white lettering that saidPromiseLandin the middle of the shirt.Itwas designed with trees, and the bottoms were these camo biker shorts with the logo at the bottom on my right thigh.Pee-Weewas a sneakerhead, and with that came him buying me a bunch of sneakers too, whichIreally only wore on the weekends.MondaythroughFriday,Iwas in full work mode, wearing heels only.Today,Irocked a pair of theSailMulti-camo dunks, and there were about three anklets on my left ankle.SinceIknewDuchessandIwould be running the streets all day,Ididn’t even bother to do anything crazy to my hair;Ileft it in its curly state, hanging loosely.

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