Page 27 of Loving a Libra
“When I’m dealing with something heavy, they always know before I tell them. Most of the time, they don’t know the exact details but can figure it out with minimal information. Like I said, it’s weird.”
“Are you saying they knew about us?”
“They had strong suspicions.”
He went on to share the conversation he had with his parents at his last visit. The connection he had with them was both strange and intriguing.
“I bet you didn’t get away with anything growing up.”
He shook his head and laughed. “Not a damn thing. So, are you cool with Sunday dinner?”
“I’d never pass up a chance to have Mama Kia’s cooking. Hopefully, her and Mr. Vince don’t talk about me too bad.”
“Nah, but they may have a question or twenty.”
Tariq was good and grown and didn’t have to take his parents’ thoughts or opinions into consideration. However, I appreciated that he respected their feelings about his life choices. My mother had been gone most of my life, and my relationship with my father didn’t warrant the kind of respect Tariq gave his parents.
A few minutes later, he parked in his designated spot in our parking garage, which was right next to mine and Maurice’s. I noticed Maurice’s spot was empty, which didn’t surprise me.
“Can I stay with you tonight?” I asked.
“Of course. What will you tell Maurice?”
“Nothing. He probably won’t even ask about my whereabouts and assume I picked up a shift.”
“If you cool, I’m cool. Let me get your drunk ass upstairs.”
By the timewe made it to my unit, I’d decided that Devyn was indeed drunk and made a mental note to revisit the conversation we’d just had. She began babbling about things she wanted me to do to her body, and while they all made my dick hard, if I did any of the things she mentioned, I wanted her to be sober.
I thought it would be easier for us to shower together, but it was more challenging than I thought. Devyn kept grabbing my dick, which didn’t help the erection I already had, but eventually, I got us both clean. Once I finally had her tucked, she was asleep within minutes.
I wasn’t tired, so I made myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a tall glass of milk and found some old Blacksitcom episodes to watch. A few hours later, my sandwich and glass of milk long gone, a knock at the door woke me up.
After stretching and yawning, I looked at the time on my phone and wondered who was at my door at midnight. Before going to see who it was, I remembered Devyn was asleep in my bed and hoped it wasn’t Maurice. Just in case, I closed the door to my bedroom.
“Wassup?” I asked when I saw Maurice.
“You heard from or seen Devyn today?”
“Nah. Wassup?”
“She’s not here, and I was wondering if she mentioned picking up a shift tonight.”
“Why don’t you call or text her to be sure?”
“She never answers her phone or responds to texts while on the clock.”
Maybe not from you, but I don’t get that kind of treatment.
“Really? Well, I’m sure she’s at work. Where else would she be at this time of night?”
He nodded in agreement. “True. She probably told me, and I wasn’t listening. That happens a lot.”
“You should try paying more attention to your woman. It’ll keep you from coming to me trying to find out where she is at midnight.”
“Oh, you got jokes.” He nodded with a smug look on his face. “It’s cool, though. I’ll send her a text, and maybe she’ll hit me up on her break. I’m pissed because I passed up hooking up with a shorty tonight to come home, and her ass ain’t even here.”
“Communication is key, bruh. You should work on that. We can connect tomorrow. I’m about to knock out.”
