“Did she?”
“Yes. Say TT Jasmine, Cupcake.”
“Jaime!” Scottlyn yelled in excitement, then clapped her hands. “Yayyy!”
I laughed. “I like the new name, Sis.”
“You know what, Cupcake. I’ll allow it.”
She placed her in the highchair my mom had just purchased for her and looked at me. It was crazy how she and Jasmine went into a shopping frenzy, buying any and everything they thought Scottlyn needed for their houses. “What got you in your feelings, sis?”
I frowned. “I’m not in my feelings.”
“You are. Is it because of that walking sex God sitting at the table?” She laughed, and I rolled my eyes.
“I’m not thinking about that man.”
“Girl, stop that damn lying. You’ve been thinking about him since you met him. If you want me to drag Sanaa, just say the word. She's been in his damn face all night.”
“And apparently, he’s been in hers too,” I replied, rolling my eyes.
Jas stared at me for a minute before she smiled. “Y’all had sex, didn’t y’all?”
“What? No!”
“Then why are you getting so riled up?”
“I’m not riled up. But… we did do alittlesomething,” I told her.
“Oooo, do tell.”
“We just kissed, and he sucked my breasts. His mouth… Jesus.”
I had to stop this. The feelings I was feeling were wrong and very dangerous. He was already putting himself at risk by going against his brother for me. I couldn’t leave one brother for the other. Damien would undoubtedly kill us both.
“Giiiiirl! If he got you about to come just from laying his mouth on you, I fear what that dick gon’ do to you.”
I grabbed the dish towel and tossed it at her. “Shut the hell up, Jas. I can't do that with him.”
“Why not?”
“Are we forgetting he’s Damien’s brother?”
“And? If you let him go that far, then you may as well let him knock it out of the park. I bet you he talks a bitch through iiiit!”
“Would you freaking stop!” I covered my face because why the fuck did that make me blush?
“Nope.” She took Scottie out of the highchair. “I’ll keep my baby tonight. You say he leaves tomorrow. What better way than to give him some farewell vagina?” She winked at me and left the kitchen, while I stood stewing on her words.
“Jela, bring the pie out, babe,” I heard my mom yell from the dining room.
I set the wine glass down and took the pie off the stove. I walked back inside the dining room to find Sanaa still in Truce’s face while he continued to entertain her. I tried to ignore them, but the shit was hard. I could feel myself wanting to do exactly what Jas told me to do.
“Ooo, pieee!” Sanaa sang. I took the knife and began cutting the pie into triangles. “What kind of pie do you like, Truce?” she asked.
“Sweet potato pie is my fav. My aunt makes the best pies.”
“Yummm. I’m going to have to make you one, one of these days. Have to see if I can put your aunt’s pie to shame.” She giggled.
