Page 86 of Give Me Honesty

I stroked my beard as I listened to the two of them go back and forth. It reminded me of when we all lived in the house together. Meesha would go out of her way to pick fights with Miyana. You would think she would have been nicer to her, considering she basically raised Malea and me whenever she and Brenesha ran the streets. But no, she treated her as if they were enemies.

“Solomon, you know I would never ask you to cut your vacation short on my behalf, but I’m asking for you to post my bail and pick me up after I knock your momma out of her stiff-ass wig. If Messiah comes, it’s gonna come with a lecture, and I don’t need that.”

Yaya seemed stressed and annoyed, which I understood. I wouldn’t have given Meesha the attention she was looking for. Knowing me, I would have tossed her out on her ass. I would give Meesha some credit, though, because she still possessed the same level of audacity she always had. In her mind, the world revolved around her, and she never took accountability for any of her actions.

“Our flight leaves in the morning. Please try to stay out of jail, Yaya. She isn’t worth it, and you’ve got your kids there. I’m sure she’s probably only there because she wants some bread. I can transfer some money into your account so you can send her on her way.” I offered.

“Hell no, Solomon. She doesn’t deserve any money from us. It’s obvious she must have bumped her head in Cellblock E and got a concussion because there is no way she thought it was cool to show up here. I’m gonna deal with her, and then I’ll text you later. Enjoy the rest of your vacation.”

Yaya hung up, and I sat there in deep thought. I must have zoned out because I hadn’t even noticed when Honesty came back into the room. She straddled my lap and swirled her finger through my beard. I never understood why she did it, but I let her rock because it brought her comfort.

“Are you done being mad?” I questioned, while I pulled her closer. Her brown sugar and warm vanilla scent caused my dick to react, even though that hadn’t been my intention.

“Yeah, I don’t like when we argue. Plus, we're on vacation, and I’m not trying to have beef with the man I’m trying to get beef from.” She winked. My dick jumped in response to her statement.

“Good, because I refuse to waste this last day on some bullshit. Whatever is going on back home can wait for us to get back. The only thing I want us to be focused on is each other.”

“I agree. I don’t want to fight with you.”

Honesty leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine. She slipped her tongue into my mouth and moaned as she ground her hips on my lap.

“We’re supposed to be getting ready so we can get something to eat,” I groaned against her lips. The heat from her pussy mixed with her wetness sent me over the edge.

“I don’t know why you’re starting with me when you were practically begging me to nut so I could get off of you.” I chuckled as I admired my woman.

I had been around my fair share of bad bitches, but my baby was shittin’ on all of them without any effort.

“I’m horny.” Honesty whined.

“Man, gone. We have an itinerary to do, and if I fuck you again, nothing will get done.”

“You really aren’t gonna give me any dick?” she pouted, with her arms folded across her chest. Her titties looked fuller than usual, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of them.

“Damn, you’re so sexy.” I complimented her.

The frown on her face instantly changed into a grin.

“Thank you, baby.”

We stared at one another, and I wasn’t ashamed to admit I was obsessed with my woman. Relationships were never my thing, but now I couldn’t see myself without her. For the first time in my life, I thought about marriage and a family. Growing up, I never wanted to become a father because I didn’t want to let my kids down. Besides, I thought I would be dead before I made it to twenty-one, and I never wanted to leave a hole in my children’s lives.

Honesty made it clear, when we were younger, she wanted all of those things. She wanted to be a wife and mother like her own momma, which was another reason I kept her at a distance. We wanted two different things, and I never wanted her to feel like she had to choose.

“What’s on your mind, Solly Olly?”

I frowned in disgust at the sappy-ass nickname she tried to give me. Solly was soft enough, but she went too far.

“You can go ahead and hang it up because I don’t know who that is. Solly is cool, but don’t add shit else.” I grumbled, with my hands perched on her waist.

“I thought it was cute. You’re such a hater.”

We both laughed, but I meant what I said. I had to draw the line somewhere.

“Your silly tail still hasn’t told me what you’re thinking about.” Honesty pressed.

“I think I’m ready to buy a house.” I blurted out.

It had been something that weighed heavily on my mind, but for some reason I hadn’t made the move yet.