Can I Talk to You (G Street Chronicles Presents)
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She finally rolled off of me and I pulled her into my arms. I was spent, but thoroughly satisfied. Not just because of the nut, but because I was right again. Being there with her put everything in place for me. I couldn’t imagine a future without her in it. She was the one.
Chapter 24
Keirah
I woke up the next morning floating on a natural high. I knew that Tameka’s ass was probably on some kind of high too after the way she was screaming through half the night. Big Jeff must’ve really put it on her.
I laid in the bed with my eyes closed, reeling from the night before. When my eyes finally fluttered open, I realized that Trent wasn’t there anymore. A sense of panic arouse deep inside of me. Maybe he’d changed his mind after fucking me one last time.
I grabbed some pajamas and a shirt then headed down stairs. Tameka and Jeff were in the kitchen cooking breakfast. They were giggling and playing around looking like the new lovers that they were.
“Y’all know where Trent at?” I asked them.
“No,” Jeff shook his head. “I thought that he was still upstairs with you.”
“Oh,” I sighed. I didn’t want to jump to conclusions; and besides, I didn’t think that he would have left his boy behind if he was going to pull a stunt like this.
I went to the garage to see if his car was still there. It was gone. I thought about it for a second and then decided to call his cell phone. After like the fifth time I called him, I realized that he wasn’t going to pick up.
I sat around pissed while Tameka and Jeff paid me no mind. I sat there for two hours biting my bottom lip while imagining myself slapping the shit out of Trent. I was contemplating going back upstairs to cry my eyes out when I heard him come through the garage.
“Where you been, nigga?” Jeff asked him.
“Mind your business,” he waved him off. “What are you in here doing, baby?” he asked me in a cheerful tone.
I ignored him and stayed focused on the TV.
“Baby,” he smiled, standing directly in front of me completely blocking my view of the TV.
“What?” I asked with my arms crossed over my breasts.
“Stand up,” he commanded, as he pulled me up.
“What?” I snapped, about to go off until I saw him drop down to one knee.
He grabbed my hands and gazed up at me. “Keirah Diovion Wills, I love you more than anything on this earth. I now know that you are my rib, my better half, and I can’t live without you. Will you marry me?”
For a few seconds, I just stood there frozen stiff. Did he just say what I thought he said? He wanted me to be his wife? Was this Trent, aka Killah, standing there asking for my hand in marriage? This had to be a dream. Pinch me, damn it! Shit, I pinched myself. It was real. This was really happening.
I let the tears drop freely. “Yes!” I finally shouted.
“Oh, that’s so sweet,” Tameka cooed.
“Keirah, you must’ve really put it on my nigga,” Jeff teased.
“Fuck the both of y’all,” I laughed through the tears as I wrapped my arms around my man and we both fell back on the floor.
“That’s what I’m talking ‘bout! My girl got her a man!” Tameka boasted.
“Okay, okay. That’s enough with all the crying,” he smiled as he wiped away my tears.
I giggled. “I just can’t help it. I just…I just never imagined this. Then for it to come from you. You…you just don’t understand.”
“What is there not to understand? I love you. You love me. We belong together.”
I gazed into his eyes. I thought about trying to analyze what I was feeling to tell him, but there were no words to express how I felt. So, all I could do was pull him in and kiss him like I’d never kissed another man before.
Yeah, even after all the rain and pain, after all my insecurities and disappointments, after all the highs and the lows, after all the lies and the games, after all the suave niggas to the lames…I was victorious!!!
Epilogue
Ted
“Uh, daddy you feel so fucking good.”
“You like that?” I asked her.
“Umm yes. Right there. Right there,” she moaned.
This bitch was as freaky as they came and if it wasn’t for the fact that she was Keirah’s friend, I wouldn’t even be turned on in the least bit. Her face was decent enough, but it was the rest of her that was the problem. She might have been considered fine at one point, but I guess having all those babies had fucked her up. She had more dents than a used 1987 model car.
“Daddy, I want you to cum in my mouth,” she blurted.
Damn that bitch was nasty.
I don’t know how my life had gotten so crazy that I was fucking bitches that I had absolutely no interest in just to get back at Keirah. I was on a personal mission to make that bitch’s life miserable just like she’d made mine.
Keirah not only ripped my heart out and handed it to me, but she also took two very special things from me. The callous bitch killed my baby and took my big brother away from me. And look at me now. I didn’t have shit.
I was living in a small studio apartment in the middle of the hood. The only furniture I had was a futon that doubled as my bed and couch, a forty-inch TV, and a coffee table. Still these bitches didn’t mind getting their backs blown out in this piece of shit place I called home.
The chat line still provided me with my daily regimen of hoes. I really didn’t have any interest in this bitch named Kerry, until Keirah came up in a conversation. She was talking about how she and Keirah were three days apart in age so they always celebrated their birthdays together. She was excited because Keirah’s man was throwing her a huge party at club Hush and she knew that they’d include her in the festivities.
At first I thought that Kerry was doing a little dick riding until she started throwing dirt all over Keirah’s name. I knew an undercover hater when I heard one. She was talking all of Keirah’s business or at least what she thought she knew. After talking to her for a while, I knew that she didn’t know much about what really went on with Keirah. Everything she mentioned was in the past tense and she’d go back as far as middle school to trudge up some dirt.
Kerry was talking about how Keirah’s niggas used to play her left and right. She was even insinuating that they all wanted her at one time or another. The thing is that I’d never met her before and she for damn sure didn’t know how I treated Keirah. I had mentioned that I knew Keirah, but I made it seem like it was through a friend of a friend and that was her license to go no holds barred.
She told me how a few niggas used to knock Keirah around and how she thinks that she was giving them money. I wanted to ask when, cause she for damn sure ain’t never sent no money this way. Anyway, everything that she said about Keirah was negative, but I noticed that she didn’t have much to say about her current relationship. Maybe Keirah had wised up and was keeping her distance from that poisonous bitch.
After getting to know Kerry a little, I saw that she had every reason in the world to be jealous of Keirah. They grew up together but led two different lives. Keirah was riding in Beamers and shit while this bitch was still bus passing it up. Then this bitch had like four kids with four different daddies. She was just a loser type chick. And she looked at me with my decent job and car and thought that I had it all. Maybe I did compared to what she had going.
It seemed like Kerry was obsessed with hating Keirah like I was just obsessed with her, period. Yeah, I said, obsessed. It’s just me and you right here so, I’m not really giving a fuck. I can admit my faults, can you? Anyway, back to this scandalous bitch, Kerry. Since, we kind of shared similar dilemmas, I figured that she might come in handy in the very near future.
The one thing that I wanted Kerry to be able to tell me was where in the hell did Keirah and my brother move to. That bitch didn’t have a clue. That’s when I knew that she was really out of touch with her.
Me and Killah’s relationship had never gotten back
to the way it was before he got with Keirah. After I first found out about him and her, I gave that crazy bitch Karen his address. We’d run into each other on the line and after talking, I discovered that she’d been dating my brother. It was like she was infatuated with him. After she realized that I knew him, she went on and on about him. I still ended up fucking her though. But that didn’t happen until after I found out that my brother was fucking Keirah. That’s when I called her and told her where my brother lived and the rest is history.
That bitch Karen is the person that got this apartment for me. I had bad credit, so she got it in her name. I still fuck her every once in a while to save face and that shit is like watching paint dry. I mean…she snatching down there, but she just lays there; stiff as a board. We too shared something in common too, our disdain for my brother.
I still couldn’t believe how my brother turned his back on me. After a few months and the entire Keirah situation was weighing heavily on my heart, I reached out to him. I told him that I really wanted him to leave her alone. I had never felt more passionate about anything and with him being my brother, he knew that and I thought that he’d be a little understanding. Instead, the nigga got pissed and told me to grow up. He said that she was having his baby and that they were getting married. Then the nigga got her to get on the phone and give me some gibberish about her never loving me. I just knew that the nigga was playing; I knew that she was playing. I thought that it was a joke all the way until I witnessed her fat ass walking down the aisle and taking my big brother’s hand in marriage. He was grinning from ear to ear while she stood before him eight months’ pregnant. I ain’t gon lie; she was beautiful that day. I get pissed at myself for still feeling an attraction to the woman who broke my heart.
I kept waiting for their relationship to crumble after a few months, but it never did. It seemed like my secret hatred only strengthened them. I heard that they’d moved into an even bigger home. Keirah was now a stay-at-home mom. Come to find out, Trent’s bitch ass had gotten $500,000 from a life insurance policy he had on Courtney. I was so mad when I found that shit out. All the times that I had to sleep on couches and shit, and my big bro was sitting on a half mil or better. He could’ve thrown something my way. He had been investing the money since she passed away into different ventures that turned out to be pretty lucrative. So now he was retired from the game and had gone completely legitimate.
I guess with all the free time on their hands, they had plenty of room to fuck. That’s why they had three damn kids within a four-year time span. I wouldn’t be surprised if he hadn’t knocked her ass up again by now. They had two boys and one daughter. I have to admit that my niece and nephews are some lookers. They look like both of their parents, but all three have Trent’s eyes.
It’s like my brother went out and got himself this picture-perfect life with my woman. And the nigga didn’t make any apologies for it either. He proudly sports my woman to all the family events and has the entire family in love with her.
It’s was always Trent and Keirah this. Trent and Keirah that. I was sick and tired of hearing their names in the same sentence. Fuck it! If I couldn’t have the life that I wanted, then nobody would. That much I knew. As sure as my name is Ted Styles, my brother and Keirah were going to come to end very soon. I just had to figure out how.
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Table of Contents
For my readers
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Epilogue