Page 2 of Sunday

“She might actually be in love with him, Cedar, and he might be in love with her.”

“He’s in love with the pussy. I promise you that, and she’s in love with his wallet. That’s the beginning and the end.”

“Okay, so what about your Aunt Shirley? What’s her story? That boy is young enough to be her son.”

Sunday hadn’t lied. She’d been right by my side from the moment we arrived at the reception. She was attentive to everything I wanted or needed and showed extreme displays of affection. There had been a time or two when she had sat on my lap and ground her ass against me during a sexy song that had my shit bricked up.

Kissing my neck and cheek had been just a few of the things she’d done whenever she saw Taylor looking my way or any of the other females who set their sights on me. The girl had gone as far as to fix my plate when it was time to eat, and she served me. And though I knew it was only for show, she had a nigga feeling pretty good.

“He’s actually her son’s former roommate. My cousin, Tijuan, fell out with that nigga when he found out he was fucking his mama.”

“Can you blame him?”

“Listen, all I’ma say about that is old hos need love too.”

“That’s your aunt, Cedar!” Sunday smacked me on the hand, and I laughed at her ass.

“By marriage, baby girl. She was married to my mother’s brother, Uncle Snookie. When he passed, she got her groove back a couple of years later with her son’s roommate.”

“So, is that about money?”

“Nah. Aunt Shirley ain’t got no money to give that yung’n. Besides, he’s the one who’s clocking dollars. I mean, she does all right with her catering business. But she gives big discounts to her family like she did here at Tiff’s reception. That nigga, on the other hand, is a biochemical engineer. He started with just under six figures, and now he’s well into the six-figure range.”

“So, you’re saying that he’s paying her and giving her good loving?”

“I don’t know whether it’s good or not. But an old ho like Aunt Shirley just wants some dick.”

“How old is she?”

“She’s fifty-six, and he’s twenty-five.”

“Damn. Do you think that you’d ever be with an older woman?”

“I mean, I already was. Taylor’s older than me.”

“Four years. That doesn’t count.”

I shrugged. “Not too much older. Not at my big age of thirty-one. I mean, maybe a woman up to forty or forty-two. Not too much older than that. What about you? You ever been in a relationship with a much older man or younger one?”

“No. I generally date within my age range. The youngest guy I ever dated was the same age that I was, and the oldest was five years older. That was a big mistake. Older men tend to be manipulative.”

“Not all of ’em.”

Shrugging, she replied, “In my experience. I learned from it, though.”

A twinge of disappointment shot through me. I was six years older than Sunday. If she thought older men tended tobe manipulative, and she claimed to have learned from that, I didn’t stand a shot in the dark. Not that I should’ve been thinking of her that way, anyway. She was my roommate, and I didn’t want to fuck up the vibe. But that didn’t mean that I wasn’t feeling her.

“What’s up with your cousin Alex?”

“What do you mean?” I scanned the room and found Alex kicking it with Emmett’s brother and his best friend.

“He keeps eyeing me. He approached me earlier for a dance, and we danced. But there’s something different about him, and I can’t quite put my finger on it.”

I chuckled and pulled my whiskey to my lips.

“You’re not going to tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

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