Page 12 of Absolute Fulfillment
I understood where him and G were coming from, so I went along with it. Indiri needed to focus for this fight.
“Ay, Cay, get dressed. We are going to breakfast,” I called out, eyes still on my brother.
“And how do you know I don’t have something to do?” she rebutted.
“’Cause you don’t.”
“Damn, she ain’t fucking with you like that. Yep, you just over here sleeping. No extracurricular activities.” Rem smirked, the grimace from a few seconds ago had disappeared.
“Because we’re just friends. Rennix, tell your twin we’re just friends so he can stop whispering loudly in my house.” Caya walked into the living room with a cup of coffee.
“Just friends?” He looked so confused, like she had spoken a foreign language to him.
I grinned. “Yeah, friends. Me and Caya don’t want the same things yet.”
“Yet my ass.”
Rem laughed. “So, since this your friend, I’m invited to breakfast too, huh?” He was fucking with me and I knew it.
“Yep,” she tossed over her shoulder, leaving the room at the same time I told his ass no.
“Cool. You telling her to get dressed, you need to be getting dressed as well. Looking like you just woke up.” He was completely satisfied with himself while I wanted to jaw his ass.
“’Cause I did. Take your ass on.”
“Nah. We're going to breakfast, and since that’s your friend, I’m thinking I can probably see what’s to that.”
“Don’t make me jaw you in here, Rem,” I threatened.
He chortled. “Exactly. Friend, my ass. You can’t do that friend thing, and you know it. Don’t sign up for something that’ll have me bailing your ass out.”
“Really funny. But for real, what’s up that you came looking for me?”
He shook his head. “Dead ass just being nosy.”
“Nah, yo’ ass is bored. What, Pynk ain’t hit you up?” I asked, referring to his on and off again girlfriend from back home. They had the most toxic situation. When I looked at them in the same space, I knew I made the best choice in staying by myself.
“Hell nah. I’m through with that shit. I can’t keep going back and forth about the same shit. It’s either she trusts me or she doesn't. Then, on err’thing, I don’t trust her. How are you pregnant one minute and ready to have it, then the next you are not? Nah, I’m straight. Yo’ friend got any friends?”
“Yeah, but that’s Kinga’s baby mama.”
“Damn, for real. Wait. This is shorty whose face you were all in at the Donuts opening, ain’t it?”
“I wasn’t all in her face. Fuck outta here.” I waved him off, knowing damn well he was right. The first night I met Caya, I said fuck everybody who wasn’t her and kept her fine ass close the whole night. When I laid eyes on her, it was an obsession at first sight.
He laughed. “Yeah right, but that’s her, ain’t it?”
I nodded.
He rubbed his hands together. “This shall be interesting, friend.” Of course he was mocking the friend part. He wouldn’t be Reminisce if he didn’t.
He and I talked for a few minutes longer before he headed out and I went to shower in the same washroom Caya had pointed me to the other day. Reminisce was right in a sense. This shit was bound to be interesting. I had never been the type of man out here befriending chicks and spending time with them.I got what I wanted and kept it moving, no blurred lines or promises. I knew what I wanted and I made it clear every time. However, this time I didn’t know what I was doing. I was just fucking here.
After my shower it didn’t take me too long to get dressed and meet her in the living room. She was already waiting on me, dressed in some shit I knew would keep me bricked up all morning. Caya was shapely as fuck, so anything she put on had that affect. She had on a jean skirt with a dangerously high slit and a flooding ass graphic tee. Her hair was pulled into a bun on top of her head and she didn’t have on a lick of makeup. Shit was sexy, even when my eyes landed on the tribal type tattoo that traveled up her leg and disappeared under the skirt. Rem was so fucking right…This shit was gonna be interesting.
“How didyou find out about this place?” Caya sat next to me in the round booth, chowing down on the saturated French toast. I’d brought her to this breakfast joint Jade put me on a few weeks ago.
“Does it matter?”
