Page 17 of Anything Necessary for Her
“Oh?” I got comfortable, turning toward him fully. It was far too late for this, but I was intrigued as to what changed his mind.
“Yeah.” He nodded, licking his lips and running his hands nervously up and down his dark jeans. “I love you, and I want to marry you either right after I’m drafted or just before.”
I chuckled. That wasn’t happening, even if he’d met my people when I’d asked him to initially. I wasn’t about to be someone’s wife right now, and he could only be speaking on right now because Trayvon was due to be drafted in the next couple months.
I wasn’t privy to drafting times outside of football and basketball because of my brothers, but I knew about this one because it was the talk among everyone how Trayvon would be a Los Angeles Bandana by summer.
“Tray, it’s a little too late.” I kept it real, setting the flowers down on my West Elm coffee table. “I appreciate you changing your mind, but you took too long, and now I am no longer interested in going all the way with you. When I told you it was done, I meant that.” I peered into his eyes, watching his face fall.
“Baby, look.” He scooted closer to take my hands in his. “I apologize for not doing this shit earlier, but just please give me a chance to show you. Once you see that I can handle yo’ people, yo’ feelings is gon’ change.”
I stared at him, just taking him in for a minute. Growing up with the brothers I had and the father I had, I’d learned to read people and well. You had to pay attention to what people’s energy, body language, and demeanor were communicating more than the words they spoke. And right now, Trayvon was saying all the right things, but everything else about him was saying the opposite.
Calling his bluff, I said, “Okay, let’s see. Lequay’s having a birthday party at a club, and I want you to come.Allof my brothers will be there.” I smiled, watching Trayvon swallow the skittish lump in his throat as he nodded with a smile like that was great.
“That’s perfect. It’s perfect.” He leaned over to kiss me, but I backed away.
“Not until you prove everything you just sat here and told me.” I rose up. “Good night, Tray.”
“We can’t kick it for a bit?”
“I onlykickit with niggas who can kick it with my brothers. You do that, and we can kick itallnight.” I started for the door, tugging it open.
I knew Trayvon would either not show up or show up and be unable to deal, especially once Unique got to clowning him, once Khari pressed him, once Lequay sized him up with his skeptical, disapproving eyes, once Bashar made him feel dumb unintentionally, and once Asif noticed his lack of masculinity. And if things really went left, Cemone would punch him. Shakur wasn’t as predictable as my other siblings, but he didn’t like anyone that tried to date me, so regardless, Trayvon would have no allies. But we would see.
Shutting my engine down,I shook my head at myself and sighed dejectedly.
“Fuck is you doing, nigga?” I questioned myself as I dusted off my hoodie.
A knock sounded off on my window, making me grip my heat until I saw that pretty ass face that haunted my dreams on a consistent fucking basis.
Banks gestured for me to unlock the door while wearing her signature smirk. I watched way too closely as she switched around the front of my whip before climbing into my passenger seat.
Her shapely but small dancer’s body was perfect, just like her glass-like onyx complexion, pretty ass green and brown eyes, and her long dark hair that swept the middle of her back. Her flowery but sweet ass perfume wafted over me, hardening my dick as she slid into my leather seat and shut the door.
“Are you stalking me, Willow?” She planted her elbow on the middle compartment and rested her perfect face on her fist.
Sucking my teeth and looking away momentarily, because I needed a break from that face, I said, “I was making sure you was good. It’s dark as fuck out here, and you known to have shitty guards.” I licked my lips, doing my best to shield the tent rising in my Nike track pants.
She just smiled, eyes moseying around my face and making a nigga who wasn’t scared of shit, not even death, nervous.
“Well thank you, kind sir. But since you stayed out here to watch me, we might as well go get some food.”
“Nah, I just wanted to be sure you was good. I got some business to tend to,” I spoke truthfully.
Plus, if a nigga could barely handle her being in my car right now, I knew getting food wasn’t the move. I shouldn’t have even had my ass outside of her dance class making sure she was safe. That wasn’t my fucking job, and this was LA, where her last name rang bells, sirens, and some mo’ shit.
“Okay.” Her eyes darted off before she said, “We can still eat, and then you can go handle your business.” She turned to sit the correct way in her seat, giving me a view of her body in that tight ass ballet outfit. “I know your fine ass got bitches to lay up with.” She flashed me a grin with her perfect teeth.
Sure they were white and straight, but her bite was the perfect part. Many people had straight, white teeth, but the smile did nothing. Banks though? Shit. Her full, supple lips, covered in just the right amount of lip gloss, were another perfect story.
I chuckled at her statement, peering out of my front windshield as I said, “Nah, I actually got real business to handle. Bitches after business, always.”
“Okay then.” She nodded approvingly. “I will let you go then.” She gave me a quick smile and started to get out, but next thing I knew, my hand was on her forearm.
“We can eat first.”
“What about bitches after business, always?” She mocked me. Her smiley ass had a nigga smiling back, and I wasn’t the type of nigga to be smiling all the fucking time.
