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“I don’t know. I feel like I should give the dating thing a break. With Gabe, school, and the jewelry, I have my hands full.”
“No ma’am. We are not making excuses.”
Sighing. I shake my head. “Why are you so hellbent on me dating.”
Other than Shay, Trina has been on my ass about dating again. She never lets me go longer than two months without setting up a blind date of some kind.
“Because I want you happy.”
“I am happy.”
“Are you though?” She counters.
I don’t reply as I think over her question. I mean what’s not to be happy about? I’m clean, I have my son, my bills are paid, I’m about to finish school, and my business is doing great. What could possibly make me happier?
“She doesn’t deserve love. She’s incapable of loving.”
Those fucking words pop up again.
Thankfully, Trina starts back speaking, bringing me out of my head.
“You know I was never the advocate for love and relationships, but I have to be honest with you. Finding James has shown me the importance of being with someone that loves and cherishes you. And I’ve never been a stingy bitch, so I want that for my bestie.”
“Fine,” I relent.
Trina claps her hands happily. “Great, I’ll set it all up.”
Although I knew this date wasn’t going to end the way she wanted it to, I have to admit I was a bit intrigued. I wasn’t against love, I just couldn’t quite see it in my future. But maybe I’m wrong.
“I will also set us up a wax appointment before the date.”
“For what?” I asked, my brow pinched. “He won’t be seeing that anytime soon.”
She narrows her gaze at me. “One can only hope.”
I shake my head and laugh. Trina and I talk on the phone for an hour before calling it a night.
chapter eighteen
Predators
Beast
“You shouldn’t be here. Your unclean soul will taint them. Walk away.” Placing my hands to my head, I try to push out my mother’s voice.
Despite telling myself repeatedly I should leave them alone, I find myself in this park watching them. Summer is sitting on a bench reading a book. She looks so different from the first time I saw her.
Gone are the sunken face and jaundiced eyes. Her cheeks are much fuller, giving her face a more angelic look. Her hair is in long thin braids that fall to her waist. Even her body has filled out, looking much healthier than that night. She is beautiful. More beautiful than I even remembered.
I clinch my hands at my sides with the desire to touch her. The memory of how she felt that night as she rode my cock plays back in my head. The way her skin felt underneath mine. The sound of her whimpers and feel of her nails digging in my skin as she found her release.
I groan as my dick lengthens down my leg.
“The whore has sullied you further. Sex is a sin.”
“Not with her,” I growl through clenched teeth.
When we were sixteen, Priest sat us all down to give us the sex talk. He explained the basics and had us all practice placing condoms on bananas. He also explained that in two short years he would take us all to the Nunnery to pick out our first Nun. He talked about making a wise decision because we would never get another first-time experience. He said we would always remember our first.
