Page 36 of Cove City: Volume II
I didn’t want my son to have time. I wanted him to talk to me. He and I always had a great relationship, and this would be the first time that we have disagreed.
My heart was broken, and for the first time in a long time, there was nothing I could do. I watched as Tuesday whipped around the corner into the bathroom behind Pierre. Tuesday had more of my son’s heart in this moment than I had, and that is what broke me the most.
The pain of it all.
TUESDAY
I felt so bad for Best. I didn’t know that Pierre finding out about something that happened decades ago would make him so upset. I knew there was much I didn’t know about him and Best, but they seemed to have a great relationship, and I wanted them to keep it. I stepped into the bathroom with Pierre.
He sat on the toilet top with his head in his hands. I made sure to lock the door before stepping toward him. “You want to talk about it, baby?” I asked, standing in front of him.
Pierre wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. “I’m so fucking mad,” he muttered between my legs.
I stroked his head. “I know, baby, but why are you blaming her for falling in love? You don’t choose who you fall in love with. We are examples of that.”
He gripped my ass tightly. “You don’t understand. You just don’t.”
“Then make me.”
Pierre’s head slowly raised to meet my eyes. All of the anger he had rested on his face. He was broken and I knew this was much bigger than Best.
“I’ve dealt with ridicule, patronizing, and been belittled all because of her. The nigga has been this way for years and I could never understand why. Naheem made me feel like I wasn’t good enough to be around Bishop. Like my life meant nothing. I tried time and time again to prove to him that I was worthy and nothing ever worked.”
I stroked his face. “What does that have to do with your mother?”
“The nigga wanted her or been fucking her shit, I don’t know, but if she’s saying they fucked around in the past, it means he couldn’t have her, so he treated me fucked up because of it. Tuesday, I’ve done things, things I’m not proud of and that nigga will pay.”
Pierre was broken. He still had that part of him that wanted to fit in, and it was eating him alive. I wish he knew how much of a gem he was without all the extra stuff. Pierre was worthy of things; he just needed to see it himself. I leaned forward and kissed his lips. “She has letters, Pierre. Letters I think you should read. They’re about her and Naheem. Don’t be mad at me, just try to understand, please.”
He looked confused. “Wait, you knew?”
“Yes.”
“Where are the fucking letters?”
I shook my head no. “I will give them to you if you promise me something.”
“Tuesday, I don’t have time for the games.”
“I’m not playing any games. What’s done is done. You can’t change any of it and not speaking to your mother, who’s been out there advocating for you, and fixing your fuck ups isn’t the answer. If I give them to you, it’s for you to understand, not judge.”
I could see him thinking. He knew he had promised me that we would work out our issues, and if he decided otherwise, Pierre and I were over, because this situation would reveal whether he was the type to go back on his word. He gave me a slow nod. “Ok.”
A smile crept onto my face. “Now kiss me,” I mumbled.
He began tugging at my pants, “We can’t.”
“We can just be quiet. If you want me to do what you want me to, then this is what I want.”
I laughed. “Pussy for silence and forgiveness is diabolical.”
“And I’m a diabolical nigga now, bend over.”
I came out of my pants and did as he asked. He stepped behind me and then leaned forward. “No moaning,” he whispered.
I felt his dick slide up and down my ass before he entered me. He took a handful of my hair, pulling it back as he punished my pussy something crazy. If Best didn’t hear the moaning, she sure heard the ass clapping. I bit my lip as Pierre served me some of the best impromptu dick I ever had.
He swiveled, rolled, and pumped over and over. My eyes closed tightly as I tried suppressing the sweet moan that was at the tip of my tongue. Pierre pulled out, slid his dick up and down again, and put it back in, and I lost it. “Oh myGod!” I moaned.
