Page 58 of Absolute Fulfillment
Kinga laughed in the background and so did she. None of that was funny.
“So, since I set that up, y’all got me on the godfather spot, right? I ain’t even gonna ask for a namesake but yeah don’t forget about your boy.”
“You turncoat. I just had your back and this is how you do me? I don’t know whose kid you’re gonna be the godfather to because ain’t nothing over here bak?—”
“Yet. We just had this conversation hours ago. Get out that denial, thug.” Rennix let me know he was in the room.
When I looked up, he was in the doorway with a grin on his face. Then he came toward me and climbed on the sofa. His head found its way into my lap while I looked at him like he was crazy.
“Oh, so this is already in motion? I don’t have to pray pregnancy on you.” Harlem had the biggest smirk on her face.
“Damn right. You already know.” He agreed with her, giving me the most determined expression. That expression alone had me ready to double up on my pills or get on the shot. “Get that mug off your face, Cay. I already told you how this shit was go—” His sentence was interrupted by the doorbell ringing.
“That bet not be the fucking pizza I ordered two fucking hours ago,” he fussed, moving toward the door. One thing I liked about his home was the fact that everything was on the same floor, not a million stairs like my own…well, my former residence.
“So, he asked me to move in with him.”
“And what did you say? I can’t get a read on you. Are we happy or not? Because I really wanna be happy about this. Ask me why I wanna be happy about this.”
I laughed, rolling my eyes to the ceiling. “Why would Rennix asking me to move in with him make you happy, Harlem?”
“Because moving in with him means you’re less than ten minutes away from me.”
“I didn’t ask you to move in with me. I told you to.” Of course he re-entered the room on that part. When I looked up, his sister was behind him. She was just as pretty as she had been that night at the club.
She walked over and hugged me before cutting her eyes at her brother.
“Hey, Caya girl. Hey, Harlem!” she greeted, instantly walking over to the sofa where I was. She had gotten a look at my phone during our hug.
“Hey, Jade. How are you? What did he do now?” I asked, already knowing she was side eyeing her brother for something.
“When hasn’t he done something?” She rolled her eyes at him.
“Hey, Jade. I need to come by and get some pieces. Text me when you’re in the shop.” Harlem’s greeting was delayed since one of the twins was crying in the background.
“I got you.” Jade smiled then took a seat across from me and began tapping away on her phone while Rennix had his phone to his ear.
The crying continued in Harlem’s background, so she assured me she’d call me back when she got Brooklyn settled. That left me and Jade in the living room. It wasn’t an awkward silence or anything, just her tapping really hard on her phone and irritated.
“Are you alright?” I asked.
She looked up from her phone and sighed. “Yeah, I jus… Ughh.” She sighed before dropping her phone into her purse. “I hate niggas.”
I cackled so hard when she said that because I understood from the heels of my feet to the top of my head. “Girl, me too. Well maybe not that one.” I pointed to her brother. “But the rest of them, I wouldn’t spit to put them out if they were on fire.”
She laughed.
“You bet the fuck not.” Rennix walked over and took a seat as close to me as possible on the couch, like there weren’t four more seats on the sectional. This man just wanted to be in my skin and I swear I didn’t mind. I had never been with a man who had to be touching me. Hell, I was used to being the affectionate one. With him it was different and most appreciated.
“So, you are moving in together, huh?” Jade asked.
“I know it’s extremely soon bu?—"
“What I tell you about that shit?” Rennix’s voice interrupted my statement while his hand found my chin to make me look at him.
“Had you let me finish my statement, you would’ve heard me say but everything doesn’t work off time and everybody’s paceis different.” He leaned forward and pecked my lips before he turned his attention back to his sister.
“Good answer. Jade, you still fucking with the descendant of MLK?”
