A smile inched across my face, and I climbed on top of him. “I hope you brought some more chapters with you because I’m typing them up.”
Wilde’s brows furrowed. “Typing them up?”
“Yes, because I hope you want to publish it. I know you were just passing time, but that book is good, baby. Really good. I love to read, and it’s one of the best books I’ve ever read. I’m not gassing you, either. I even found an editor and a graphic designer to make you a cover.” I felt Wilde’s manhood hardening beneath me.
“You did all that for me?”
“Of course,” I replied, confused. “It wasn’t really anything to do, and they were easy to find. You know you can find anything on social media.”
“Come here.”
I leaned in so we were chest to chest, and I placed a soft kiss on his lips. Wilde wrapped his arms around me and kissed mepassionately. My kitty began to throb, so I lifted my bottom and inserted his dick into my tunnel. It was going to be a long day and night.
Ihad a million and one things to do, so it was way harder to write a book while I was free than it was when I was in jail. I was determined to get it done because Wonder was on my ass like Joe Jackson. For twenty-four hours, we had countless rounds of sex to the point where she was so sore, she could barely wipe down there without pain. I decided to give her peach a break and handle my business. Pierre was sick behind Nina leaving him, so I took over as far as our business. He already had everything in place. He even had a few jobs lined up. Coming home to him having things done and Wonder being excited about my book put me in an even better mood than I was already in upon hearing that I’d be released from jail. I had always been a hardheaded stubborn nigga, but I wasn’t even trying to play with fire.
I didn’t want to do anything illegal because something told me that if I ever went back to jail, whatever judge I stood in front of would throw the book at me. I was sixteen chapters in and almost done with my book. Pierre had purchased a computer for our business, and I did the remaining chapters that way.Handwriting in prison had my hand cramping like a muhfucka. One day, I wrote two chapters that were fifteen pages each, and I thought my fingers were permanently bent. When all of my major business was handled, I decided to stop by Misha’s crib.
She was due in four months, and when she opened the door, her stomach looked huge. “You sure there’s only one baby in there?”
Misha rolled her eyes. “Yes, there’s only one baby in here. And she’s killing my back.”
“That your way of telling me it’s a girl?”
“If you cared, you would have called. You were gone for a month. Anything could have happened. And what are you doing here? I thought you didn’t have a bond?”
“Got damn shorty, stop to take a breath. Let me answer one question before you ask ten more. I wasn’t calling anybody like that. I’m sure it was selfish, but I was focused on my sanity.”
“When you decide to have kids, it can’t be all about you anymore.”
“Well, I didn’tdecideto have kids. That was you. You gon’ complain about the fact that I didn’t call or are you going to tell me if you need anything.”
“I found another job, but my blood pressure was high, and the doctor took me out of work for three days. My check is going to be short, and that’s going to make me short on my car payment.”
I removed money from my pocket and handed it to her.
“Thank you.”
“No problem. Call me if you need anything.” It was crazy how being around Misha was suddenly awkward, but there was a time when we would have sex half the night. I’d seen every inch of her body but once that stopped, we didn’t really have anything to talk about.
I still didn’t want kids, but if the little girl she was carrying turned out to be mine, then I was gon’ step up and be a better father than the one I had. I would never take away the fact that he provided financially for me, but the holier than thou attitude he used to have wasn’t the right way to get across to me. He was so worried about his fake image and appearing righteous, that he failed to develop a genuine relationship with me. Even when I would get in trouble, he wasn’t concerned with me getting my act together to make life better for myself, he was just worried about me embarrassing him. But, I wasn’t supposed to be embarrassed when neighborhood kids called him out for sleeping with their mothers.
Pierre was trying to pretend for me like he wasn’t as hurt as he actually was, so he said he wanted to go out and celebrate me being home. He was stunned when I invited Wonder to come out with us. Nigga told me if I was bringing sand to the beach, I must be in love for real. Guess I was, because I wasn’t thinking about another female aside from Wonder. I hoped that her vagina was feeling better because I needed that after the club. I had my baby walking funny for a day or two, so I left her alone, but I was rejuvenated and would be ready to blow her back out after a few drinks and blunts.
I planned to get wasted, so Pierre picked us up from Wonder’s house. When I saw what she was wearing, we almost didn’t make it out of the house. She wore tight black leather pants and a matching corset that had her breasts almost spilling out of it. If she wasn’t with me, I wouldn’t have let her out of the house with that outfit on. Pierre was bound to talk shit if both of us sat in the back, so I opened the door for Wonder and smacked her on the booty, making her giggle as she got inside the car.
“What up, G?” I asked as Pierre passed me a blunt before I could even close the door.
“’Bout to turn up and celebrate,” he drawled in a lazy tone. “That was a close call my boy.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” I shook my head and pulled from the blunt. “I’m damn near scared to be smoking while you’re driving. Aside from smoking weed, I’m about to become a model citizen. I am not trying to go back up in that stankin’ muhfucka.”
I hadn’t smoked or drank since I was released. Closing my eyes, I enjoyed the sense of euphoria that wafted through my body. I hadn’t realized how badly I’d missed weed until I sucked a cloud of smoke into my lungs. Just the aroma was nostalgic. Staring out of the window, I thought about how I’d been given a second chance. I also knew that meant I had to watch how I moved. Beefing with niggas and being overall reckless had to come to an end. As soon as I killed a man for playing with me, I’d be the one sitting in a cell, and I wasn’t trying to go out like that.
By the time we entered the club, my eyes felt like slits. Bottle girls met us in the section holding up signs that said: Welcome home, Wilde. I grinned and gave Pierre dap then a homeboy hug. It didn’t take our section long to fill up with a few of our cousins and a homeboy or two. Over the rim of my cup, I peered at Jermaine’s hoe ass as he entered the section and didn’t even acknowledge me. He was salty about a hoe, but he waltzed into a section that was purchased for me, and he didn’t even acknowledge me. The old Wilde would have seen that as the ultimate form of disrespect and knocked him off his feet. But I had a beautiful woman dancing on me, and I felt good. Instead of sitting in a cell, I was in the club turning up with my people, and I was choosing to ignore his hoe ass. That’s what I called growth.
I wrapped my arm around Wonder’s neck from behind, and placed my lips against her ear. “She kept it so real, I fuck wit’ her forever, fuck wit’ her forever, fuck wit’ her forever,” I rapped along to Young Dolph.
I kept a tight hold on her as I looked around the club, and I had to do a double take when I saw Misha and Lonna glaring at me from across the room. In my opinion, a female that was visibly pregnant and in the club was ghetto as hell. But Misha was grown, and she could do whatever she wanted to do. Her and Lonna could look all they wanted to, but they better not say anything to Wonder. I wasn’t playing when I told Misha I wasn’t doing drama. If she knew what was good for her, she would take heed to my words.
