Page 20 of Gotta Jones For Ya
Mad at that damn chain still sitting on my nightstand, even though I swore I wasn’t ever looking at it again.
Three days had passed since that FaceTime fuck-up, and I’d replayed every second of it more times than I cared to admit. Three whole days of ghosting Knuck and going about my business. Throwing myself into my clients and perfecting my craft.
I really should’ve known better.
Knuck was too much of everything from the start. Too damn fine. Too crazy. Too dangerously good at making me mad,making me laugh, making me blush and making me moan. He was two years younger, living in another damn state, and got more dick than any man I’d ever dealt with. I should be locked up for falling for that demon pipe like it came with promises.
I poured another splash of wine into my glass and leaned back on my couch as Mikki and Sia tore into their second plate of jerk wings and Alfredo pasta like they hadn’t eaten all day.
“Girl, I’m saying…” Mikki’s voice pulled me back in. “I woulda pulled a him and pulled up onhisass. You blocking him ain’t helping the situation.”
Sia sipped her wine dramatically and rolled her eyes. “Girl, and that’s why got open cases now. Pulling up on people. Crazy ass.”
I laughed despite myself. The speaker was bumping Jhene Aiko, the candles were lit, and the wine was finally doing its job. The room was dim, cozy, and full of the type of feminine energy that could either hype you up to slide back into hell or delete a nigga’s number for good.
“Okay, but like… seriously,” Sia jumped in, her long nails clicking against her wine glass. “Let’s break this down. What exactly happened again?”
I sighed and pulled my knees up on the couch. “I FaceTimed him like I usually do, right? But this time… some chick answered a little too comfortably.”
Mikki blinked. “What did she look like?”
“Cute,” I admitted. “But young as hell. You know what? That doesn’t even matter. It’s like… why is another chick answering your phone?”
Sia shook her head. “And you just… hung up and blocked the man?”
“Yup.”
“You didn’t let him explain, Ny?!” Sia exclaimed.
“Fuck an explanation!” Mikki followed up, and I nodded, sipping my wine.
“Exactly.”
“Girl,” Sia leaned in, waving a wing like it was a mic. “Okay, hear me out. I get it. You got your feelings involved, and you panicked.”
“I didn’t panic—”
“Yes, the hell you did,” she continued with a smirk. “You been acting all mushy about this man for weeks now, talking about ‘he’s crazy but he’s different,’ and ‘I feel seen,’ and all that soft shit. One little bump and you're running scared.”
“I’m not scared,” I snapped, then sighed. “I just… I knew better. That’s the part that pisses me off.” I stared into my wine glass, watching the ripples from my breathing. “I knew better than to even start catching feelings. He lives in a whole different state. He got money. He got access. He got a big ass dick. He’s fine as fuck. He’s charming in his own way. Of course, he got other women. That’s the type of nigga you keep at arm’s length, not let inside your house, inside your body, or worse, your heart.”
Silence settled for a second. The kind that only real friends let hang for a beat so your honesty can marinate.
Then Sia said, “So what you gon’ do?”
“Nothing,” I said. “I already blocked him. He’s probably already on to the next.”
“Lies,” Mikki chuckled, sucking on a chicken bone. “You know he’s just giving you a little space. He’s gonna pull up on you, which is why I said flip the damn script.”
I shrugged, my throat tightening. “I don’t know. I just know I can’t afford to fall for the wrong nigga again. I done put my heart in the wrong hands before. I can’t do that to myself any more.”
They all nodded.
“Okay,” Sia said softly. “But what if he’s not the wrong one?” I stared at her. “What if he’s just a nigga with a wild ass life, trying to move right but you ain’t giving him space to show you he will?”
Another pause.
Sia raised her glass. “Either way, to letting a nigga show you or confirming that he ain’t shit, I support the outcome.”
