Page 20 of He Snatched My Soul
I ignored her and looked over at her date. “My bad, Windsor. You don’t mind if I hang out with y’all, right?”
Modesty looked at me with a heated gaze as Winston corrected me and agreed to let me be the third wheel. It wasn’t like he had a choice in the matter. I was going to insert myself regardless of whether he offered or not.
“Can you excuse us for one minute?” Modesty said to Winsome, then pulled me to the side. “What the hell do you think you are doing, Jamian?” Modesty looked at me, visibly annoyed.
“I don’t follow, baby girl.” I played like I was confused.
“Negro, please. Don’t play like you don’t know what I’m talking about. And aren’t you supposed to be on a date with Strawberry?”
“Yeah, but she canceled on me, so here I am. What? I can’t hang with you and Windsor?” I got petty back with her.
“It’s Winsome,” she corrected me.
Modesty stormed over to her date, placing her arms through his arm, and they began walking. I followed close behind, watching how Winsome kept touching her, and that shit had me tight. Modesty was skinning and grinning in his face like her future man wasn’t in her presence. I knew she was trying to make a nigga jealous, and shit, and it was working. I followed behind them, thinking of ways I could get rid of this clown-ass fool and get my woman.
After walking around for a bit and exploring the park, we stopped by the obstacle course, where a one-legged race was about to start. Modesty got hyped and wanted to join, so Windsor, or whatever that nigga name was, brought their entry into the race. It was all good. A paid nigga like me don’t sweat shit like that. I didn’t want to compete because the surface was muddy, and I wasn’t trying to get my fresh kicks dirty, but when I saw Winsome eyeing me with a smirk on his face as he held my lady by her waist like she was his, I was fucking up my sneakers today.
I rushed over and gave the attendant my five tickets just in time before the game started. I found a cute shorty who was desperate to be my partner to compete in the game. I tied our ankles together with the red bandana we were given as we stood at the starting line. We waited for the attendant to start the race. As soon as I heard the pop from the pellet gun, I wrapped my arms around my partner's body and took off. Surprisingly, we were doing good until I saw Modesty and that clown trying past us. Still feeling salty about her being on this date, I did a quicksidestep and bumped into Winsome, sending him and Modesty tumbling face forward in the mud.
“Are you fucking kidding me? You did that on purpose!” Modesty yelled as she stood to her feet. She and ol’ boy were covered in dirt and mud.
“My bad, baby. I tripped.” I tried to hold in my laugh.
“You know how much these bundles cost me?! You are going to pay for my hair, you asshole!”
“My bad. I got you, baby girl. You know I’m good for it.” I couldn’t hold it anymore and bent over, laughing my ass off. Even my partner started cackling.
The other competitors of the race were laughing hysterically, making the shit even more hilarious. Both her and Winsome’s clothes were fucked up. Modesty was tight with me. She was huffing and puffing as Winsome tried wiping the mud out her hair with a handkerchief he pulled from his back pocket, but that shit was fucked up. I began to feel bad and offered some assistance, but Modesty wasn’t feeling me at the moment. After saying a few words to her date, she stormed off in the direction of the entrance. I knew I fucked up. I had major damage control to do. I followed her out of the park and watched as Modesty hailed a taxi that was parked nearby.
“Modesty!” I called her name as I jogged towards her. She looked back at me before hopping in the back of the cab.
I quickly hit up my driver, who was already on standby to pull up. Fifteen minutes later, I was pulling up to the villa. When I entered, I went straight to Modesty’s room. I knocked on her bedroom door, but she didn’t answer. Not that I was expecting her to. I was going to say “fuck it” and head to my room when I heard music coming from the backyard, so I headed that way instead. I cracked open the patio door and wasn’t prepared for the scene in front of me. Modesty was over by the pool, standing under the freestanding shower with her head back andeyes closed as the water cascaded over her gorgeous body like a waterfall. The scene looked so erotic that it had my dick swelling in my shorts. All she had on was a bra and thong, which had her whole ass exposed. I instinctively licked my lips as I made my way over to her, removing my shirt and tossing it to the ground.
“I know you heard me calling you, Modesty.”
She jumped at the sound of my voice. Quickly, she covered her chest with one hand, and the other went to her lady parts.
“The hell, Jamian! You scared the shit out of me,” she panted.
“My bad. And why the hell are you covering up? I done seen all of you, in and out.” I chuckled. “Nah, for real. I want to apologize for making you fall. That was some fuck nigga shit I did.”
“Yes, it was. You ruined my day and my hair.”
“I’ll pay for your hair to get done. I’ll even pay to get your nails and yo’ crusty-ass feet done.”
“My feet are not crusty, fool.” Modesty smacked me on the arm.
“I’m just fucking witcha. Even if they were, I’d still suck on your ugly-ass feet, girl.”
“You play entirely too much.” She cackled. “Why you knock Winsome and me down on purpose, Jamian?”
I rubbed my beard, thinking if I should tell her the truth.
“I ain’t like how that clown was touching you. I wanted to break that nigga fingers.” My jaws twitched.
“I’m confused as to why his touching me bothered you so much. It’s not like we are together, Jamian.” She cocked her head to the side.
“We may not be together, but I’m feeling you, Modesty. But I think you know that already. Come on, let me help you wash the mud out of your hair.”
