You Needed Me III: A Love Story

by Shvonne Latrice

  “Oh yeah, that’s not only weird, it’s nasty.”

  My phone began ringing, but when I reached for it, Britain snatched that shit up with the quickness. His face was balled the fuck up, and I just chuckled because I knew I was innocent. No niggas had my number because he made sure of it.

  “Who the fuck is calling you at 11pm, Goldie?”

  “I don’t know, Britain!” I turned my lip up as he tapped the green button to answer it.

  “Who the fuck is this?” he spat into the phone.

  “Where is Goldie?” I heard a female crying, so I snatched it from him.

  “Hello?”

  “Goldie, can you please come get me? This nigga is crazy and he’s about to fuck me up! Please hurry up and come!” Chenaye screamed. I could hear a man going off in the background, and throwing shit into the wall. This must have been her new nigga.

  “Chenaye, what the fuck? Text your address.”

  “Okay, and the door will be open,” she whispered before hanging up.

  “Where are you going?” Britain asked when I got off the bed.

  “My sister, she needs me to come get her. I’m just gonna run over there before some nigga she’s messing with kicks her ass.”

  “Okay.” He got up, pulled his jeans on, and locked his 9mm in his waist.

  “Britain, I’m just going over there—”

  “We’re going over there. And just in case that nigga gets froggy with you, I will be there to pop his ass. Come on.” He stormed out after pulling his shirt over his head.

  We left out to get into his car, and in no time he was speeding down my street. I plugged Chenaye’s address into his GPS, and he followed it until we ended up in front of her building. Britain got out first, and then came around to open the door for me, before escorting me into her building as if I was some princess and he were my security. After checking my phone for the right unit number, we landed in front of Chenaye’s. I should have been able to guess which one was hers because there were loud voices coming from inside.

  KNOCK! KNOCK!

  Britain banged on the door, but since it was open like Chenaye said it would be, it just slowly swung back. Britain entered first, and made sure I stayed behind him as we followed the loud voices to the back. He kicked open the bedroom door, and there Chenaye was, getting choked by some nigga on the bed. Britain immediately yanked him off, and when he did I thought I would pass the fuck out.

  “Ethan?” I frowned. He just stared at me angrily while panting.

  “Calm yo’ ass down,” Britain gritted as he held a gun to Ethan’s head. That nigga shaped up quickly as fuck.

  “Oh my gosh, Goldie!” Chenaye rushed over to me and tried to hug me, but I shoved the shit out of her. She must have lost her muthafucking mind thinking she could embrace me after what I’d just walked in on.

  “Ethan, bitch? Really?”

  “This bitch aborted my baby!” Ethan hollered out.

  “Yo is this yo’ ex?” Britain quizzed, staring hard at me with his bluish gray eyes. I simply nodded my head before turning my attention back to Chenaye.

  POP!

  “Ah!” Chenaye and I screamed in unison once Ethan’s body thumped against the floor.

  “Britain! Why did you do that?” I stared in disbelief as he stepped over Ethan’s body and walked over to me.

  “You said the nigga hit you one time!” He looked at me like I was out of my mind for even questioning his crazy ass. I just touched the side of his face and kissed his psycho lips.

  After gazing at a dead Ethan for a few moments longer, Chenaye said, “Goldie, he and I had been messing around for a long time. This isn’t new, and I never wanted him like that! Forgive me,” she tried to touch my arm, but I moved it.

  “No, Britain,” I grasped his arm when he pulled his gun out on her. “It’s fine, let’s just go.”

  “Wait, Goldie, can I come spend the night with you? I know I shouldn’t be asking, but I need somewhere to stay tonight. I can’t sleep in here with him dead on the floor, and plus we were going half on this place. Please, it’ll just be temporary, I can’t go live with mama.”

  I looked at her for a while, wondering if I should or not. I didn’t give two shits about Ethan honestly, and only remembered him when I saw him. Niggas fucked each other’s girls all the time and still remained friends, so why should I let my sister hang out to dry over a nigga, especially one I didn’t care about. Now if this were Britain, that bitch would have been dead on the floor already.

  “Fine,” I said before slipping my hand into Britain’s.

  “Really?” she cocked her head.

  “Yes, really, I don’t give a fuck about that nigga. You’re a damn fool for even getting pregnant by him. I can pretend to be mad, but honestly I don’t even care when I really think about it. But this one,” I pointed to Britain. “That will get you gutted like a fish, bitch, so don’t even dream about it.”

  She just nodded her head as Britain and I continued to the living room.

  We waited as she gathered some stuff, and once we left some crew came in to clean the house for Britain. On the way home we stopped for some Raising Cane’s, and then took it to my condo to eat it. Once we finished I helped Chenaye get settled in.

  “You can sleep in here.” I showed Chenaye my extra bedroom. “But you need to start looking for some place else starting tomorrow, because this is not permanent.”

  “Of course not, Goldie. But I am excited about becoming closer with you,” she smiled. “Your condo is beautiful.”

  “Right.”

  “I need you.” Britain walked into the bedroom and hugged my body from behind.

  “Okay, just give me a second.”

  “Nah, now.” He picked me up from behind and carried me out.

  I looked over his shoulder as he kissed on my neck, and I saw Chenaye watching with a devious smile. She could play games if she wanted to, but it would only send her to the same place Ethan had gone.

  As soon as Britain and I got into the bedroom, he placed me on my feet and began removing my clothes so quickly that it seemed like it was being done in one motion. Once I got ass naked, I helped him get the same way, before rushing to close and lock the bedroom door.

  “Get back over here.” He yanked me back to him, and laid me down on the bed.

  He then roughly pressed my legs into my stomach, and latched his mouth onto my clit. Massaging his dreads, I threw my head back to enjoy the area that he was so talented in. I knew exactly why Tekeya was going dumb for this nigga, because his dick and head game were out of this fucking universe.

  “Brit— uuuh, uuuh,” I couldn’t even finish what I as saying as I moaned loudly, totally forgetting that Chenaye’s ass was even here. I didn’t care though, this shit was feeling too bomb. “Shit, oh my— fuck!” I called out as I released for the second time.

  He cleaned me with his tongue, and then stood up. Like a good girl, I sat up and took his dick into my mouth. I let my spit do its own thing as I switched back and forth between sucking fast and slow. Looking up at him, I saw that his head was hanging back as he called out sexily in that deep voice of his. That only gave me more motivation, so I began putting in more work as if I were performing a show.

  “Goldie, shit, baby. Tell me this is the only dick you suck like this, shorty,” he panted so heavily that his muscular tatted chest rose and fell rapidly. “Tell me.” He gripped my hair, pulling my mouth from his dick.

  “It’s the only one,” I responded sweetly, before he slipped himself back into my mouth.

  A few more nasty slurps and sucks, and he was cumming hard. I stroked him for about a damn second, and he was right back up. I got on my knees because that was usually how he liked it when he wanted to be freaky.

  “I wanna see your face, baby,” he grunted, flipping me onto my back.

  I laid there, watching as he spread my legs a little. His eyes wandered all over my body, as his teeth dug into his bottom lip lustfully. Bending down, h
e kissed the small bulge I was getting, and then made his way up to my lips before tonguing me down. Suddenly I felt his head at my hole, so I grasped the sheets as he entered me slowly. Our fingers intertwined as he placed them behind my head, and worked in and out of me.

  “Baby,” I whimpered while we sucked each other’s lips.

  He was so fine, and I just loved his lips. As I released, I pulled his bottom one into my mouth to bite down on it gently. Placing my legs on his shoulders, he started slow, but soon enough he was going in. Hearing his moans mixed with mine was enough to have me shaking and cumming all night. After pounding my center to a pulp, he finally shot off inside of me, and growled so sexily that I couldn’t help but kiss him.

  “You’re the shit, shorty,” he exhaled.

  “No, you’re the shit,” I giggled.

  He finally let my hands go, so I wrapped them around his neck to French him good.

  Summer

  The next afternoon…

  Nia and I were out to lunch at this new place named Melon, and boy did I have a lot to talk with her about. Lately we couldn’t really say much on the job because Hakim worked with us, and he was always finding time to come by and talk to me. I really didn’t see how women only talked to and hung with their man, because you always needed someone to talk about his ass to. I could complain to Kimberlyn, Matikah, or Goldie, but I was a bit embarrassed to say what I had to say, because I feared they would shake their heads at me. I wanted them to continue to think Hakim was my prince charming.

  “So how is the love life?” Nia asked once the waiter set down our chicken salads. Damn, she was getting right to it, but I guess since we worked together she had no reason to ask about my work life.

  “It’s umm, it’s okay.”

  “Okay? Bitch you’re still in the honeymoon stage. I remember when you first got with Rhys, that’s all your little ass could talk about.”

  “I was a freshman in high school that’s why. But Hakim is great, it’s just sometimes I feel like he’s smothering me. He’s always calling me and shit, and I just don’t like that. I need space sometimes and I just hate that he always wants to be together. And then it’s not like I can get a break when we’re at work.”

  “I’m glad I dodged that bullet, girl.” She stuffed some salad into her mouth. “But damn, you went from not getting enough time with Rhys, to getting too much time from this nigga.”

  “I know and I feel like I’m being punished for not giving my relationship with Rhys a chance. It’s like I love Rhys with all of my heart, but I cannot get over him cheating on me. I have tried Nia, but I can’t.”

  “It is understandable, Summer. It takes a strong person to be able to brush something like that under the rug. I’m like that too, my pride just won’t let me move on.”

  “So it’s not just me then. I know I sound insecure but the trust was lost when I found out he was unfaithful, and no matter how much Rhys tried, I couldn’t bring it back.”

  When I found out Rhys cheated on me, it felt like I was hit by a fucking eighteen-wheeler. Rhys was the perfect man; always there for me, the sex was great, he was gorgeous, and a lot of fun. He got angry like he always did, but it was rarely around me because we always got along. There was never a time where I called him and he didn’t answer, and there was never a time where I found out he was somewhere that he shouldn’t have been. That’s what was so scary about the shit; he’d hid it so damn well.

  I never even had a gut feeling that he was cheating on me, because he showed no damn signs. There were no late nights, no dead phone excuses, and I never saw a girl calling or anything, so how the hell was I supposed to suspect it? I don’t even know how and when he was able to cheat! The only reason I found out was because his friend Jayce’s wife got killed by Jayce’s side chick, and Rhys felt the need to come clean to me about his. My heart literally stopped when he disclosed that information, and I suddenly felt like I didn’t know him anymore. He promised he would leave her alone, and like clockwork Lisa started acting a fool. She stayed calling his damn phone, harassing me on social media, texting him, just all kinds of things. It all led to her running up and shooting me.

  So see, because Rhys cheated so damn well, it made it harder for me to trust him. Had he been a messy ass cheater, maybe I would feel better because I would be able to watch out for the signs. But he could be cheating on me again and I would never fucking know. That was frightening to even think about. So no matter what he said to me, I just couldn’t move past it enough to rekindle what we had. But did I love the nigga? More than anything in this world, which is what made it so hard.

  “I know you’ve tried to forgive him, Summer, but if you can’t you need to move on. And if you’re not feeling what you have with Hakim, then you need to let him go, too.”

  “Then I will be alone.” I stabbed my food.

  “Ain’t nothing wrong with being alone, Summer, it may help you even.”

  “And Rhys’ girlfriend, I ran into her at the store. She’s so damn pretty, I hate her,” I chuckled and so did Nia.

  “Is she?”

  “Yes, very. And I can tell she’s in love with him. I saw the way she looked at him when she was at Bryleigh’s grandmother’s house. She looked at him the same way I used to, and sometimes still do.”

  “What does he think of her?”

  “I don’t know. Sometimes I want him to not even like the bitch, but then again I don’t want him to miss out on a girl who can trust him. I love him, so I want him to be happy, but I want him to be happy with me. Some days I believe I can force myself to get over the past so we can be together, but then some days I know it’s not true.”

  “I feel you, girl.” She shook her head, and then looked behind me. “Ooh shit, it’s some sexy ass nigga in a suit on his way over here. Don’t look!”

  I stiffened up and then dug into my salad to act natural.

  “Good afternoon, ladies, my name is Romeo. I’m the owner of Melon and I just wanted to see how the food was,” he smiled.

  He was dressed in a navy blue Brooks Brothers suit, with an iced out watch, and smelling so damn good. He had a low cut fade, and trimmed facial hair, which surrounded his sexy lips. He reminded me of a younger version of Laz Alonzo. Everything about him was so well put together and classy, and I was immediately smitten.

  “Romeo, my name is Nia. You look too young to own a restaurant,” she flirted.

  “I guess so, I’m thirty-four.” He smiled at her. “And what’s your name?” He diverted his attention to me, licking his lips.

  “Summer.” I nodded before sipping my water.

  “Summer, that’s the perfect name for you. I don’t mean to be fresh, but are you seeing someone at the moment?”

  “No, she isn’t,” Nia answered and I bucked my eyes at her.

  “Today must be my lucky day then,” he chuckled. The way he laughed, and even his mannerisms were sexy, but I had a boyfriend. “Take my number.” He wrote it down. “I mean I would like yours, but you seem like the type to make me work for it.”

  “Maybe.” I half smiled and took the napkin with his number on it.

  “Fine with me, I’m a hard worker.” He stared into my eyes, making me temporarily look away. “Well, ladies, enjoy your lunch and the bill will be taken care of. I hope to see you back soon.” He winked and then walked away. There was silence at the table for a bit as both Nia and I watched that fine specimen walk off. He even walked sexy.

  “Bitch!” Nia burst into laughter. “If that wasn’t God sending you a blessing, then I don’t know what is! You better call!”

  “Nia, I have Hakim remember?”

  “Who?”

  “Nia!” I giggled.

  “Fine, miss out if you want to, shawty, but Mr. Romeo is where it’s at. Only other nigga as fine as him is Rhys Quinton, remember that. Unless you wanna fuck TQ, Lendsey, or Britain,” she smirked.

  As Nia talked, I watched Romeo converse with one of his employees. He was extremely good l
ooking, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready for all of that. Plus, I was with Hakim. I was with… Hakim.

  Chapter Five: TQ

  “You wanna hold him, daddy?” Kimberlyn walked into the bedroom holding our son. I nodded and she placed him in my lap. This little nigga seemed to grow every damn day, but he was still hella small. His face just looked more like a person now, and he looked exactly like me.

  “Man we gon’ have to get you in the gym with this belly.” I stood him up in my lap and bounced him, making him chuckle.

  “No, he’s cute like that.” Kimberlyn climbed into the bed and rubbed his stomach before kissing his fat cheek. “I love you,” she cooed to him with her big smile. She was so pretty.

  Staring at him shove his small hand into his mouth, I wondered how my father could do the shit he’d done to me. I could never see myself treating my son that way, ever. He was my kid, and someone I was supposed to love and protect, not subject to danger and harm. I kissed his cheek lightly as Kimberlyn watched with a smile. He yawned, so she took him and began rocking him so that he’d fall asleep.

  I observed her for a little while as she made sure he was comfortable before covering herself to breastfeed him. She was so good at this, and it was strange because she didn’t have any kids. I loved everything about my shorty, and it sometimes made me wonder what I’d done to get someone like her.

  I was never the best nigga, especially when it came to women, so I wonder why God decided to give me someone so special. She was so selfless, caring, loving, and not to mention beautiful, and I didn’t deserve her, but I needed her. I didn’t even like to think about my life before her, and I won’t ever have a life without her. It may sound selfish, but I hope that I go before she does, because I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.

  “Let’s get married, shorty.”

  “Okay, when? Next summer?” she looked to me.

  “No, like right now. Let’s go to Vegas or something and get married. I can fly us this evening. Primo should be okay with it.”