Page 25 of Ruger
"You know what, Ruger? You can leave! I'm straight on you."
"Oh yeah?" I asked, amused.
April was quick to get an attitude when I didn't say shit she liked to hear. This was the reason I stayed away from her often. I was never desperate for pussy. I could go weeks, even monthswithout it. She, on the other hand, would blow my line down, begging me to come to snatch her lace front off her head.
She pouted and wrapped her arms around my waist.
"Why you doing me like this, baby? You know I love you and want more. I can see us starting a family together, and our babies come out looking just like you."
Yeah, it was time for me to go. I took another bite of my sandwich, then stood, putting my vest back on and grabbing my water bottle.
"Wait! Where you going?"
"I'm out, shorty. You be easy."
"What did I say wrong?"
"Everything that will never fucking happen, baby. You don't even know me for real because the shit that just came out your mouth would have never left your thoughts. This is why I keep my distance. You're becoming too attached. I told you all we're ever going to do is fuck, made yo' ass sign a contract, and you're taking this shit to the fucking altar. You wild as hell, girl." I laughed. "I'll see you around."
"You broken niggas swear y'all can't love nobody. Make a woman give you her all, then turn around and shit on her feelings. You ain't shit, Ruger. I hope a woman makes you fall in love with her and break yo' shit, just like you broke many other women before me, I'm sure."
"I rebuke that. If I fall in love, you better believe my woman gon' be just as much in love with me as I am with her. Your fake ass just mad because you didn't make the first-round draft pick. I could never marry someone who I can't find her clit behind those meat curtains. Have a good morning, April." I opened the door and walked out just as a vase hit the wall by the door. I chuckled and closed it, hopped back in my truck, and pulled off... prepared to use my fucking hand in the shower to relieve this damn stress.
Standing in the doorway of my bedroom, I knew somebody had to be playing a trick on me. I just knew this girl wasn't in my bed, lying on her stomach, in my t-shirt that was slightly raised due to how her leg was bent. I could see her perfectly round ass with my handprints beautifully tatted on her cheeks through the mirror on the other side of my bed. She had the nerve to be snoring too. I closed my eyes tightly, talking myself out of being a fucking carnivore and chewing her ass up.Fuck!I loved Grue, but his fucking sister was doing this shit on purpose. She wanted me to change her life, and surprisingly, I wanted to change it.
I abandoned the doorway and went down the hall to take a shower. I stripped from my clothes, tossed them in the laundry bin, then stepped under the shower heads, letting the water run over my head. Thoughts of the beauty lying in my bed, invading my personal space, entered my mind as I grabbed hold of my dick and stroked it. The image of her pretty ass pink lips wrapped around my shit had me squeezing the head and closing my eyes to get the visual behind my lids. I had never been this openly attracted to a woman where I was beating my dick to thoughts of her. Mona Lisa had only been around for over thirty-six hours, and I was already addicted to watching her, the taste of her, and smelling her sweet scent. It didn't take long for me to explode, then I washed up quickly and stepped out of the shower.
It was after five a.m., and I was tired as hell. I never truly got rest. It had been like that since living in a house with an evil ass woman who I believed would have killed me in my sleep if she could. As much as my pops would get in her ass about me, she still didn't give a fuck and still treated me like I wasn'teven her flesh and blood. Erasing thoughts of her, I slipped on a pair of joggers, a white tee, and my slides, then headed back to my room. I tried not to make any noise even though her ass was snoring like a wild bear. I crept over to my lounging area by the window to lay on the couch. I went to my Apple News and listened to some stories before sleep finally found me.
Later that morning, when I awoke, I could smell the faint scent of breakfast being cooked. I frowned, seeing my bed was empty. Kenzi and breakfast didn't go hand in hand, so I hurriedly got up and rushed downstairs. I could hear laughter coming from the kitchen as I entered, seeing Jax's punk ass and Kenzi standing over the chef's stove.
"Good morning, brother," Jax greeted, mixing something in a bowl while Kenzi mixed the eggs. "Pour a little milk inside to thin it out. Make sure you use the measuring cup."
Kenzi's eyes found mine, and she smiled, forcing me to look back at my brother.
Kenzi's feminine voice graced my ears. "Good morning, Mekai."
"He told you his real name?" Jax asked.
"Mmhmm." She beamed.
"Wooow!" Jax dragged and laughed.
"Don't you have a restaurant or some shit to be at? Why the fuck you in here cooking breakfast in my kitchen?"
"First of all, don't talk to my best friend like that. Secondly, I asked him to come over and teach me how to cook," Kenzi sassed.
"How the hell is he your best friend when he was mine first, Mona?"
"Y'all fighting over me. I feel honored."
"Don't, bitch nigga. Answer my question, Mona Lisa."
Jax chuckled.
"Because I made him my best friend, that's why. Anything else you'd like to know, Rugie?"
Jax's punk ass laughed loud as hell.
