Page 7 of Made to Love Ya
We chopped it up a little longer before we ended the call, and I returned my attention to business.
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Xanthe hadmy shit bricked up. I don’t know why I fucked with her the way that I did, knowing I’d leave this club with my shit swollen. Li’l mama was working that ass and clapping that pussy like she was in church on a Sunday morning, clapping to the beat of the music or the preacher’s message.
I gripped my dick and went through a mental Rolodex of chicks I fucked with. I wasn’t really in the mood for any of them, but it had been five weeks since I’d fucked something up, and I needed it badly. I needed more than her giving me a blowjob.
“You looked stressed out, Izael.” Xanthe purred as she slid between my thighs.
Her hand slipped over my erection. We were in one of the VIP rooms in Tasty Temptations. I paid a hefty price to be in this room receiving a private dance from Xanthe, but I wanted a little something more to go down.
“I am. You already know what you can do for me tonight.”
She winked and pulled the zipper of my slacks down. “I got you.”
When she freed my dick from my pants, I slid down in my seat and spread my legs just a little. The minute her tongue and lips touched my shit, I sighed with relief. I held the back of her head and slowly guided her.
There weren’t many of Frost’s dancers who got down like this, but he did have a small roster of ones who would do a little something strange for a piece of change, and Xanthe was definitely one of them. I would never take her home, never wife her, and never fuck her. I knew how she got down.
“That’s it, Xanthe,” I murmured as I guided her head back and forth.
She smiled up at me and winked.
My mind wandered back to the issues that we were having with the restaurant as she sucked me off. I needed to get to the bottom of what was going on. I had just spoken with Frost, and he assured me that his dancers were not behind it. I wasn’t certain how he could be so sure, but I trusted Frost. That nigga would never bullshit me.
My eyes strayed back to Xanthe. Although I would never admit it out loud, I was tired of fucking around all the time. I was tired of random hos and tired of strippers, but I wasn’t about to stop this shit. I wouldn’t be that nigga to wife no woman only to lose her the way my father did.
Hell nah. My parents’ divorce had taken a toll on my big brother and me. There was no way in hell I would ever take any kid through that shit, and I wouldn’t be sitting around moping over no woman the way my father did over my mother for years until he found another one. Now, at the big age of sixty-one, that nigga was married to a woman twenty-five years his junior, and they were expecting a little girl. That shit would be comical if it weren’t so sad.
Besides, there was only one little shorty who ever had a shot at my heart. One shorty who fucked with a nigga and who understood him on a deeper level, but she was off limits like a muthafucka. And since that was a line I would never cross, I knew love wasn’t an option for me.
In the meantime, a nigga had needs. If I had to keep rolling the way that I did, so be it. With that gratifying thought, I nutted in Xanthe’s mouth and smiled as she opened her mouth so I could see her swallow. That was all I needed for the moment.
TALIA
I sighedfor the thousandth time as I listened to the sorry excuses.
“Baby, don’t you think it’s been too long? I mean, five months is a long time to not get over some shit and forgive a nigga, Chè.”
“No, five months is the perfect amount of time to move on with my life. You and Ro should be happy and settled by now. I don’t even know why you’re on my phone.”
“I told you. I fucked up. Ro was an easy ho, and I ain’t tryna be with her like that. Besides, she’s pregnant with some nigga’s baby, and she don’t know who the daddy is. I know it ain’t me, though, because I always wrapped it. When I think about my future, I think about you, baby.”
“I don’t know why. Because in my future, I don’t see a cheating ass man.”
“Chè, I’ve been sitting outside of your house waiting for you for the last hour. When are you coming home?”
“Ricky, please leave. I’m not coming home. Even if I were there, I wouldn’t be letting you in. Besides, my new man ain’t gonna take that shit too kindly.”
He sucked his teeth. “New man? What new man, Chè?”
“Not for you to worry about. Anyway, we’re out on a date, and he’s eyeing me coldly right now. I gotta go. Oh, and, Ricky? Lose my number.” I clicked the phone off and stared up at my brother. “What?”
“Why is that nigga still calling you, Chè?”
“Trying to get back with me and hoping that I’ll forgive him I guess,” I replied with a shoulder shrug.
“You guess? Either he is, or he isn’t.”
