your phone, girl?â
âNo one important.â
âMust be important enough. The first time you got a text, you were lit up like a Christmas tree. Now the calls are coming.â
I waved it off and shrugged my shoulders. âItâs nothing, girl. Iâm here to focus on you.â
Loraine sat up. âListen, the last thing I wanna be doing right now is focusing on my problems. You got a new man or something? Whoâs blowing you up like this?â
I took a deep breath and stared at the wall. âTariq.â
âWhat?â Loraine jumped up and put her finger back in my face. âTariq, who?â
âYou know who Iâm talkinâ about.â
âMarried Tariq? Whatâs he saying?â
âYes, married Tariq. Heâs not saying much.â
âWell, he must be sayinâ enough âcause you couldnât stop smiling when he first texted you. Whatâs up, girl? You holdinâ out? You and Tariq messinâ around again.â
âHe showed up the other night. I tried to resist him butâ¦â I rubbed the throbbing skin between my eyes and then sighed. âItâs nothing, though.â
âIs he still married?â
âWe never had the chance to discuss that.â
Loraine stood quiet. I expected her to go through this entire spiel about how irresponsible I was being and how bad this was going to end. Instead, she quietly sat back down and shrugged her shoulders. âIt is what it is then, I guess.â
âThatâs it? You ainât got nothing else to say?â
âGirl, I got my own problems to deal with. If this makes you happy, then do you.â
CHAPTER 11
Tariq
Three years agoâ¦
I reached a turning point in my life. By the time I graduated from college, I had a plan for myself: find a job, develop a career, find a woman, and get marriedâall by age thirty. At twenty-eight, I was well on my way to marrying my woman with my career in tote. By twenty-nine, shit changed and my only goals were to make money and make moves. I lost interest in finding a suitable mate for myself; I was only interested in my next fix. I denied the pain that Deja had caused me by using easy women to cure the hurt; but easy women were only Band-Aidsânothing to heal me of my ailment truly. Still, I used them and abused them, and left no excuses.
When I met Simoné, I was impressed by her drive. Initially I was solely impressed with how tight her jeans fit and how intently the sun highlighted the small crevices of her mocha skinâthe small of her back, below the calves of her long legs, and the folds of her eyelids that overlapped round eyes sitting on top of her taut cheek bones while peeking through her long, black bangs. When she spread her soft lips and said her name, âSimoné, pronounced See-Mo-Nay but spelled like Simone with an accent mark,â I smirked.
âIâm Riq,â I whispered in her ear as she touched my thigh in the back of a crowded soul food restaurant. Although the room waspacked with hungry olâ fools looking to pack their faces witâ collard greens and cornbread, I was only lookinâ to pack my face with the moistness that sat between the thighs of the pretty mocha chick that sat in the back booth.
âHow âbout we get out of here? Itâs too packed in here.â She knew what she wanted and went after it. I recognized I was in trouble when I realized that I remembered her name. I was blinded by her bright smile and plump breasts that sat on top of her table. I shouldâve seen that I was falling victim to the same characteristics she shared with Deja. Her sultry voice, beautiful eyes, and soft lips all reminded me of a love I tried to forget. Although I had yet to taste those lips, I could tell theyâd be trouble once my lips got a hold of âem.
I stood up and grabbed her hand and led her to my car. Claiming her before I was given her last
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