Page 7 of Absolute Fulfillment
I nodded. “Ask away.”
“Why are you giving me such a hard time? You passed judgment on a nigga and didn’t even know who I was.”
I shrugged, second guessing my words before they flowed from my lips. I wasn’t used to doing that because no man had ever rendered me speechless or had me tongue tied.
“Keep it a buck with me. Don’t get shy now.”
“First, I’m not shy. But honestly? You don’t give me the type to be tied down in a relationship or be somebody’s man. You’re a free one and the type to get your windows busted a lot in the process.”
It was his turn to shrug. “Maybe you are right about that. I’m grown enough to admit that I’m not looking for a relationship or trying to be anybody’s man. Thing is, I also ain’t the nigga to be out here lying or giving false hope. I live my life the way I see fit and do what I want. If you don’t, you’ll find yourself on your deathbed with regrets.
“You equate a relationship with not living to the fullest?” I couldn’t help but ask.
“No, but I equate it to doing some shit I don’t want to.”
I nodded at his half ass answer, ready to let the subject go. Apparently he wasn’t.
“I know what I wanna do though.” His voice lowered and that natural rasp seeped in.
I just looked at him, wondering if his mind was in as dark of a place as mine.A place it shouldn’t have been.
My eyes lowered and landed on him. His energy gave quaint home in the burbs, sprinkler system scheduled for every morning type. He seemed like the type that had to have everything in his life in order. “Oh yeah, and what’s that?”
“You. I wanna do you in the nastiest way, but you keep running from me. Shit, it’s a shock I got your little ass in this car right now. ”
I couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped my lips. “I assure you I’m not running from you. I’m running from me. I don’t like sticky situations.”
He laughed. “Ain’t shit sticky ’bout me. I’on want a relationship and neither do you. Come home with me tonight.”
I shook my head, not believing I was actually considering what he was saying. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Stop thinking about it.”
“So, what? Would you rather me just hop on your dick and be all in your face?”
“Nah. I like that you tryna make me chase you.”
“But I’m not trying to make you chase me. I’m just not looking for the problems men like you bring. I gotta choose me in the long run, even though your offer is enticing.”
“You say that, but you haven’t given me an address to take you to. Not only that, but I ain’t tryna bring you no problems. One night.”
“One night?” I asked, eyes trained on him for any sort of reaction other than that coy smirk on his face.
He nodded. “I mean, unless you gonna stop being mean to a nigga and let me be your friend.”
I sucked my teeth. “Boy, please. How many bitches are you friends with? As a matter of fact, how many have you given this same spiel to?”
“None. Well, except you.”
I twisted my lips up in disbelief. “Yeah right.”
“You see me, Cay? I’on gotta beg for pussy and I damn sure ain’t gotta go through the wringer you're sending me through.” He had consumed a good amount of alcohol, which had me questioning why I had even climbed my monkey ass in the car with him.
“Yet, you?—”
“You're different. An anomaly. You want me like I want you, bu?—”
“I have self-control and think about how awkward it would be if I gotta bust you across your shit for playing with me.”
