Page 25 of On Everything
“And what position are you in?”
“I'm the future father of your child. The man that comes home to your fine ass every night.”
His eyes glanced over my body and then he licked his lips, sending chills up my spine. So, this was all because he wants me? Little ol’ me from the projects?
It can’t be anything genuine. I mean, Hov has the perfect girl at home in Cashmier. I mean, she is gorgeous. She looks like a freaking model.
When I think about it, Ant must’ve bragged to him about my pussy or something. As a matter of fact, that’s exactly what it is because I had his ass squirming the other night. Where Hov is fine enough for most women around the Bronx to slut for, I already slept with Ant. A married woman sleeping with two friends. Nah, that’s not a good look.
“So, Ant told you that I was a freak or something?”
He jerked his head back and squinted his eyes like he was scanning my brain.
“Did he?” I asked again, making him chuckle. I’m not sure if it was a chuckle from actual humor or if I had him fucked up.
“Ant and I didn’t discuss you and I saw all I needed to see with you for myself. Can’t one nigga convince me to do shit.”
“Yeah, right. So, a man like you wants a girl he knows his homeboy just had?”
“Look, no disrespect to Ant because he’s a decent nigga who hustles and keeps everything a hunnit with me. However, he works for me, he’s not my homeboy. Let’s get that shit understood. Second, I don’t care who the first man was to drive a Bentley. When I saw that car, I knew I wanted one. I always get what I want.”
Team Onyx! Team Stacks! You are up next after that explosive finish from Team Q for the win!”
“Alright, that’s my team being called to play, so I need to go to the court.”
“You don’t look like you’re about to play basketball.”
“Not play, but I have money involved, and I want to be close to it. You staying over here or you coming with me?”
He lowered his eyes to look into mine before stepping passed me.
“I think I’ll just go find my friend back there. She is waiting on me.”
“Alright, but don’t leave here without speaking to me again.”
“Okay, I hear you.”
“I’m serious, beautiful. I’ll be waiting on you.”
My eyes were batting like a little girl who was getting a toy, and I just couldn’t shake that feeling. I was standing right there at Watson Park in front of all of these people, stuck like I’d met Chris Brown or some shit. Hov was finer than Chris Brown however and he is the perfect mixture of tall, brown skinned, fly, and had a voice that could send cum down your thighs instantly.
Hov’s voice was raspy, so deep, so commanding. I could only imagine what he sounds like over the phone. I’d become accustomed to cup caking because of Kairo’s jail stays. That’s where we had our best conversations.
When my legs finally got sensation again, I turned to go back to the tent and thank God I did because Mindy was wrestling with one of the guys Hov told to help us.
I jogged over to them.
“What is going on?”
“Ciara, go get one of the police. He is trying to take these shirts!”
“I told you I’m trying to help your ass!”
“Yeah right!”
“No, Mindy! He is. Just chill!” I grabbed the box from her hand. “They are just helping us. Calm down.”
“You sure?”
