By the end of the evening, Jayla HATED me. When we started with dessert, I ate my sweet potato pie so seductively that D had no other choice but to watch with his mouth hanging open. I also fed him a little bit of my pie. She was livid. I was lovin it.
We played a few rounds of spades. Guess who was my partner? You guessed. It was D. We high fived, giggled, and made eyes at each other the entire time. D was much more interested in me than her, and she finally couldn't take it anymore.
"Deandre, I'm ready to go. I have a busy day tomorrow." Jayla said as she gathered her purse and coat.
"Okay baby, we almost done with this hand".
"Well, can I at least speak to you outside"? She sounded so sad, I almost felt sorry for the slutbucket.
I took that opportunity to freshen up my lips while D was outside entertaining his little tramp.
After about five minutes, D stormed back in. "Ah, let's speed this up so that I can take my lady home".
I was so proud of myself that I let out a little giggle.
"Chill out Ke-Ke", Deandre said with an attitude.
"What"?
"You know what. Just chill. Damn." Deandre gave me a look. I knew he was mad but oh well.
We finished our last hand and D and Jayla left. I stayed around for about an hour more because that was just about as long as I could stomach my dad.
"This is a family occasion. Why do you have to dress like that, with all of your breast hanging out?"
"I dress like this when I go out, besides I'm grown". My blood pressure is already starting to rise.
"It's just disrespectful and embarrassing". My dad and I have not talked for about two years. After my mama died, things were all good. I stayed at the house with him, and took care of things for him. After about three months, he started making comments about him needing his space, etc. What was really going on was that he had found a girlfriend. He knew that me and my sister would trip, so he never mentioned it. He started going out and staying out a lot more. One night my sister followed him and he was at the same woman whom my mama said on her death bed that he was messing with.
When she said that she suspected him of messing with Jessica Brown, a member at our family church, we all thought she was crazy. She wasn't too crazy. When I approached him with it, he acted so nonchalantly about it that I wanted to slap him. "I need someone, too". he said.
Don't get me wrong, I agree that he should have a companion but my mama wasn't even dead three months and you with someone else. Hell Nall!!!!! I moved out of his house that next weekend. We have nothing to say to one another, so I don't know why he is sweating me about my dress code.
"I wasn't trying to disrespect anyone and if I did, I apologize. And if I embarrassed anyone, oh well, this is me, take it or leave it"!
I gathered my to go containers and bid my good nights to everyone and left.
On my way home, the high that I had from messing with Jayla quickly coming down. All of a sudden, I got a sick feeling in my stomach. I was going home alone.
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My evangelist wasn't on when I got home. I organized my belongings and put everything together at the door for my trip. Our flight didn't leave until 11:00 a.m. so I could sleep in. Just as I figured Kelton texted me at 11:30 at night to tell me "Merry Christmas". "Hell Christmas is almost over". I didn't even respond to his text. I had drifted off to sleep when I realized that someone was banging on my door.
I got up and walked to the door. I looked out the peephole.
I really don't believe this.
I opened the door and Deandre's sexy ass was standing there, looking good enough to eat.
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