Page 3 of Made to Love Ya
“Your health. You know…diabetes, heart issues, all that shit.”
“There’s nothing to worry about, Ricky. I’m on top of my health, and I do cook healthy shit all the time. So, miss me with that.”
“Yeah. You do, but you could cut back on your portions. I mean, you know, what you fix for yourself.”
“Well, excuse me, because I didn’t know that I stepped into a Jenny Craig or a Weight Watchers meeting tonight. I could have sworn that I was at 252 Abbott Trail, apartment E.”
“Man, chill with all that shit. People tryna care about you, and you over here tripping and shit.”
“Care about me? Is that what you call this?”
He sucked his teeth. “Call what, Chè?”
“The way that you and Ro are jumping on me and making slick comments about my weight.”
“Nobody jumped on you, Chè. Why you being all sensitive and shit?” Roshanda decided to speak up.
“You know what? Fuck this. I don’t need this shit,” I stated and stood.
“Girl, sit your ass down and quit tripping,” Ricky stated and grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me back onto his lap. “I’m just saying. It would be nice if I could pick your ass up sometimes or if my legs didn’t go numb when you sat on my lap.”
“Get your weight up, nigga,” I replied, and he shut up.
I fought the tears that stung my eyes because, yes, I was a curvy girl, but damn. Why did they have to be so cruel?
“Ro, turn those lights off over there so we can finish watching the movie.”
She hopped up to do as he asked, and I couldn’t help but notice that she put a little more twitch in her hips with those tight-ass, short shorts that she wore. A little longer than the previous ones, but you could still see the curve of her ass cheeks. The T-shirt that she wore was so thin you could almost see the brown coloring of her areolas.
She returned to the loveseat, plopped down again, and turned to watch TV. Through it all, I knew my man’s eyes were on her. I felt his shit brick up the moment she stood, and I knew it wasn’t because of me.
* * *
I rockedmy shoulders side to side and sang to Latto’s “Sugar Honey Iced Tea” while I drove down the street. It had been a long day at the warehouse, and I was tired. Things had been going great with my blog. My readership was growing by leaps and bounds, and I had to put sponsor requests on a waiting list. Since I started it three years ago, I had over one million subscribers, and people relied on my opinion. I was truly an influencer in the food industry.
Roshanda had plans, and she told me she wouldn’t be home tonight. I was going to prepare a special meal for Ricky and me so that we could enjoy a nice, quiet evening at home. She usually spent most nights at the clubs and bars, but lately, she had been sticking closer to home. I was thankful that she wouldn’t be there tonight.
I wasn’t sure what was going on with her, but I wished she would find a man or find another life away from the apartment. Truthfully, I needed to move out, but I couldn't afford to do it on my own just yet. I still needed a roommate, and Ricky had been clear about not being ready to live together. We had only been together for a year and a half, and he felt that we would be ready by the two-year mark.
I came to a stop at the traffic light and looked around at my surroundings. There were several other cars around, but it was the headlights of a steel gray Tahoe that caught my attention. Ricky’s truck had headlights that reminded me of a pair of eyes.
“I know the fuck you lying,” I said as I noticed that it was him, and he had Roshanda in the car with him.
Why the hell was he giving that ho a ride anywhere? I was fuming mad and hit the buttons on my steering wheel to call and ask him that exact question when he leaned across the seat. She said something and giggled, and then he covered her mouth and kissed her. That bitch had the nerve to place her hand on the back of his head and pull him closer.
I could tell from the way they kissed that this wasn’t something out of the blue. No, their asses were too familiar and comfortable with that kiss to act like it was something that just happened.
I pressed the button on the steering wheel, and after I said, “Dial Ricky,” I waited. He pulled back from the kiss, glared at his phone, and then shook his head. Roshanda said something, and she looked as if she were upset as he held up a finger, telling her to wait.
“Yo. Wassup?” he asked as the light changed for those who were in the turning lane. I wasn’t, and neither was he.
“Where you at?”
“Uhm…over my boy’s house chilling. What’s up?”
“I thought you might want to come over tonight.”
“Nah, I ain’t gon’ even be able to do it. Yo, let me hit you up later, Chè,” he stated as we both drove into the intersection.
