Page 35 of Cessation
I shook my head and draped my arm across Xara’s shoulder ignoring whatever she talking about. That was none of her concern. She got what we came here for.
Paxton
Isat at my desk looking at the text I had just received from Yani. Whatever had her in good spirits, I was grateful for. It had been years since I received nudes or any type of sexy pics from a woman. I was flattered because Yani had informed me one too many times that I had her stepping outside her normal box.
Everything about that woman was captivating. It took little to no time to have me wrapped up in her web. I enjoyed every second we dedicated to each other, whether it was a normal phone conversation, Facetime, or in person, she was where I wanted to be.
Her request for me to head straight to her after work. With a few hours left on the clock, I was excited to show up and bury my face between her thighs. Yani had a distinctive taste that was very addicting. I let her taste herself and she was hooked just like me. Anytime I ate, she wanted the aftermath. She said I brought out a different side of her ad I was enjoying what I unleashed.
I’ll be there right after. Do I need to bring anything?
Dick!
I got you beautiful.
I carried that smile on my face as my eyes lingered on her pictures. Yani was fuckin’ blessed and she allowed me to do whatever the fuck I pleased with her body. Who the fuck would give that opportunity up?
“Knock, knock ugly dude.”
I looked up to my baby sis showing up with a bottle of liquor in tow. She wanted to drink, and I was down for it. We could turn up in my office anytime and the office would join when they wanted. I didn’t run a strict company. As long as they got their work done, they could do whatever.
“What’s up, Pay? What you on?”
“I need to vent about a few things, and it couldn’t wait. Sorry to bother you at work with this.”
Nodding, I stood and let my feet lead me to where she was standing. I brought her in for a hug and gave her some genuine love. She was such a free spirit that it took a lot to get her down, so I was curious as to what threw her out of whack. Usually, she had plans on Wednesdays to bar hop with her lil’ friends, but something was eating away at her.
Releasing each other, I shut the door and copped a squat on the sofa. She popped the top on the bottle of Hennesy and took a shot to the dome. She only got like this behind a person of interest.
“Who this about, Pay?”
“Me. Have you ever noticed how mama and daddy don’t really pay me any attention the way they do you?”
“Nah. I don’t pay them attention enough to notice a damn thing about what they got going on. Why you say that though?”
She took another shot then passed me the bottle.
“The other day I overheard mama talking to one of her nosy ass friends from the church about me. She all but called me a disappointment and said I had nothing going for myself. She said she wished I was like you and had more ambition. She alsosaid if it was up to her, I wouldn’t have a dime of your money because all I do is use you. You don’t think that’s what I’m doing do you?”
Another mess I have to clean up.I have told my mother countless times to stop running her mouth about us to her circle. They don’t like us and that’s due to what my mother has revealed over the years. When we didn’t do what she asked of us, she thought we were the most disrespectful children alive. I hated how she thought at times.
“I spoil you, not the other way around. You don’t ask me for shit and when you do, it’s something that I don’t mind paying for. Plus, you do have something going for yourself and we both know that. Why haven’t you told her you got your degree in business and working on your own shoe brand yet?”
“Because of how she talks now. She doesn’t need to know our achievements just to switch up how she speaks about us. She’s a good mother until she opens her mouth to her friends. When we together, she acts like she cares but when she gets on that phone…”
She gestured for the bottle, and I gave it up to her after taking a swig. She put it to her lips and gulped hard. I felt how she felt some years back. I was in the streets getting my bread and she talked about me crazy as well, but then this money came in and she changed her tune. I didn’t mind because me being in the streets was a choice I made, and I couldn’t fault how she viewed me.
The thing is, our mother raised us right, it was us that made the choices we did. I chose the streets and Patience chose to lounge for a year and then go to school. During that year of lounging, our mother thought she was throwing her life away. She would fuss at her and Pay wouldn’t budge. When we didn’t do what she asked, she thought she did something wrong and that brought on nonsense.
“I get it. I’ll talk to her and figure out what’s going on.”
“You know the only reason she wants you to stop spoiling me is because she wants control over what you do with your money. If you give her that she’ll feel like she can run you.”
“I already know that which is why I said what I said. I’m a grown ass man. She can’t run me, P.”
“Oh, and don’t get me started on daddy. He just does whatever she says like some damn lapdog.”
I laughed because Pops was at Henrietta’s every beck and call. When she stumbled, he was there to break her fall. He was a man that lived by thathappy wife, happy lifebullshit.
