When You Know It's Real: Siah and Nonie

by KC Mills

  “My pops wants to see you, Nonie. He said it's been a minute and you be acting funny and shit.” Siah glanced at me with a cute little smile, knowing that the mention of his father would tug at my heart.

  Senior and I were close, had been from the first day I met him. Siah hated it at first, claiming that his father was always trying to flirt with me, but I knew he was just playing. Senior was a big ass flirt though, and with good reason. For him to be in his early fifties, he still had it. He was basically an older version of Siah, only darker, with this sexy chocolate self. Like his son, Senior knew he was eye candy and he carried himself that way. Always had plenty of women around him, and always looked and played the role.

  Senior was respectful though. He never got out of line with me, and he treated me like family. The bad thing about Senior was that he didn't believe in monogamy. He raised Siah that way, and never bit his tongue when it came to voicing his opinion about that. Senior always kept a main woman in his life, but he also never had a shortage of others who were constantly around to do any and everything he wanted.

  “How is it that I’m acting funny? I only see Senior when you want me to see him, so tell your father that it’s your fault, not mine.”

  “Man, gone with that nonsense. You know where he lives. You don't need me to go see him.”

  “Oh, so you're good with me just popping up at his house like that?” I gave Siah the side eye and waited.

  “Long as I know about it so I can tell his ass to keep his hands to himself, then yeah.” Siah’s face turned into a grin.

  “Why do you always do that? Senior isn't worried about me, Siah, not like that.”

  He chuckled. “Yeah, I know, but real talk, go check him out when you get a minute. He keeps asking about you.”

  “I’ll do that,” I said, making a mental note to find time to go see his dad. I actually missed him and loved spending time with him.

  Not long after, we pulled up in front of my office building and Siah promised to have someone, likely Jock, bring my car to me later. He made sure to tongue me down in a way that had my center pulsing, and then he was gone. I knew I wouldn't see him for a couple days, but I was used to it. Right now, I had to get my mind right to go in here and deal with Kizzie about this Red situation, but unfortunately that would have to wait until after we dealt with Archer.

  Kizzie

  When I pulled up at Red’s house, my chest felt tight and my heart was pounding. When Nonie told me that she saw him with some low budget hoe at Donovan’s I felt my heart break. Not only was he with another trick, but he took her to Donovan’s. It was expensive as hell, like a hundred dollars a plate type of expensive. I know because it was one of my favorite places. That meant he was either tight with the hoe or trying to impress her, but either way it wasn't sitting well with me.

  I knew I did my dirt with Jock, but it was just sex, we weren't kicking it on some relationship type deal, all out in public hand in hand like that. Cheating is cheating, I get it, but knowing that Red was doing it had me all in my damn feelings. I had suspected, but never really knew for sure, so hearing Nonie confirm it for me had me damn near in tears. It hurt like hell, and I had to step to him about it. I mean, if he was bold enough to be all out in public with the trick, then he had to expect that there was a possibility he would get caught, right?

  Everybody knew Red, which meant that everybody knew that I was his girl, so he was mighty damn comfortable to be taking hoes to Donovan’s. I inhaled and let it out slow before pulling down the mirror to check my face. If I was going in on Red, I wanted to be flawless. He needed to know what he was risking for some low budget, two dollar hoe.

  The way Nonie described her had me mad as hell. She said the chick had on cheap clothes, a bad weave, and too much makeup. She did mention that the hoe had potential, but only with some serious attention, so damn, why was Red with her? He had a fucking queen on his team, and he was slumming it with what should have been the help. That made it worse.

  When I was finally ready to deal, I stepped out of my car and moved to his door with confidence. I glanced at my nicely manicured nail as my finger reached the doorbell and I waited.

  It took a minute, but Red surfaced, dressed in a pair of basketball shorts and nothing else. His sandy brown dreads fell around his face as his eyes smiled at me before he stepped aside to let me in. After a hug and kiss that had my knees weak, his voice filled the room.

  “What you doing here, Kiz? I was just about to get dressed and head out.”

  Red looked so sexy standing in front of me with his body exposed and begging for my attention.

  “I missed you last night. I just wanted to catch my man before he hit the streets to handle business.” All of my intentions were put on hold. I wanted to see what he would say before I fronted him about being in New York.

  “Word, that’s what’s up, baby. I missed you too, but I’ll make it up to you tonight. I had some shit surface that needed to be handled immediately, and only by me. You know how that goes.”

  Yeah, muthafucker, I bet. “I figured, that’s why I’m here, I just wanted to surprise you for a minute before you started your day.” I tried to hide my true feelings after his confession about shit surfacing that needed to be handled, but it was extremely hard. I managed, though, and kept a cool head.

  “Shit, you know I’m always good with surprise visits, Kiz. We can talk while I get dressed, but I have a meeting in an hour that I can't miss.”

  I nodded and followed Red down the hall to his bedroom, checking out my surroundings as I moved through his house. I knew every inch of it, so if something was out of place, I would recognize it. When we got to his room, the first thing I checked out was his bed and then relaxed a little. The covers were only pulled back on the side that he slept on and the other side looked untouched. There was no way he had a bitch in his bed last night unless she slept on top of the covers or he remade the bed after she left.

  “So, what's up, Kiz? What did you get into last night? I know your ass was probably loaded up with a bottle of Moscato watching that damn trash TV.”

  Red looked over his shoulder at me as he dug through his drawer, searching for a shirt. Once he had an ash grey one in his hands, he pulled it over his head and walked into his closet.

  “Yeah, something like that. I didn't do too much, just caught up on some much needed rest. Nonie went to New York, so I was on my own last night.” I purposely left out the fact that I chilled with Jock and his son for most of the night, but threw in the fact that Nonie was in New York to see if he would react.

  “Good thing for that, cause you gon’ need to be well rested when I see you later.” Damn, he totally ignored the New York thing.

  “Hmm, I hear you.” I watched as he removed the basketball shorts that he was wearing, exposing a nice thick imprint that had my cravings kicking in. Red’s size was just right, not some ridiculous monster that hurt more than helped, and believe me when I say he was an expert at using it. I was pulsing right now just thinking about it. Jock and Red both had a stroke game worth talking about, which was why I was stuck in this situation in the first damn place.

  Once Red had his jeans on and buttoned, he walked over to me and stepped between my legs. With his hands gently on my shoulders, he pressed against them until I was on my back and his body hovered over mine. My eyes moved down his chest, to his waist, and then back up to his sexy lips that were moving toward me. When they met mine and his body grinded against me, I was gone. Damn.

  After he lifted his head, a smirk spread across his face and he delivered a few more pecks before getting up and adjusting himself.

  “I’m not fucking with you like that, Kiz, or I’ll miss my damn meeting. The fuck it look like if the boss don't show up? We can finish this later, though.”

  Once again, he was moving around his room putting the finishing touches on his clothes and getting ready to leave. I sat up and watched while we made small talk. Not really about anything important bec
ause my mind was a million miles away, while Red acted like he didn't have a care in the world. His behavior was normal, nothing about him seemed different, but facts were facts. Nonie had seen him with some other trick, and I had to find out what was going on. But for now, I was just gon’ sit on it.

  *****

  “Well?” Nonie asked as soon as I walked into her office and her eyes met mine.

  I kicked off my shoes and plopped down on her leather sofa. With a sigh, I adjusted the cream satin throw pillow under my head before I propped my feet up on the opposite end and crossed my ankles. I then folded my arms and covered my face with them.

  When I didn't say anything, Nonie did. “Kizzie, don't make me come over there and slap your emotional ass. What did he say? Are you crying? You better not be crying.”

  “Hoe, ain't nobody crying.” I lifted my arms and narrowed my eyes at Nonie. She was staring dead at me, looking like she really did wanna slap me, but her expression made me laugh.

  “Kizzie, why are you laughing? You're really making me wanna slap your stupid ass for real, for real. What did Red say when you told him?”

  “You can come over here and try, but we gon’ tear this office up if you do,” I said, covering my face again with my arms. “He didn't say anything because I didn't tell him.”

  “You didn't tell him? Why the hell not, Kiz? I hope you don't think I’m lying.”

  I could tell from the tone in Nonie’s voice that she was a little put off by me not telling Red, but she knew better than to think I would doubt anything she told me.

  “Stop being so damn dramatic, Nonie. You know I believe you, but I just needed a minute to figure out my next move. I mean, it's not like I’m innocent in this whole thing either. I can't really talk, so for now I’m just sitting on it.”

  “Wait, so you’re staying with him?”

  I thought about her question for a minute before I answered. Technically, I was, but what that meant, I wasn't sure of. “Kinda sorta, I guess.”

  “Kiz, why? I mean, you're doing dirt, but I don't care what you do, that nigga shouldn't be doing shit like that. It's just disrespectful, especially because that hoe was cheap and skanky.” I could hear the smile in Nonie’s voice before she laughed, which made me laugh along with her stupid ass.

  “True, but I don't know what I want, Nonie. I mean, you know me. I don't think I’m ready to let go of Jock yet, and I still want Red too. It works for you, so why can't it work for me?”

  “Don't even, Kiz. My situation is totally different. You think I like knowing that Siah is with other women? Hell no, in fact I hate him for it, but I’m stuck. Every time I try to walk away, I can't. No matter who I’m with, it's always gonna be about him, and I’m fooling myself to think that it won't be. I’m in love with a man who will probably never love me back. That ain't no type of life, Kiz.”

  I could hear the hurt laced in my girl’s words and instantly felt like shit. I knew what it was with her and Siah. That nigga had her so wrapped up that it wasn't even funny. “I didn't mean it like that, boo.”

  “I know, Kiz, don't sweat that. My life is on me. I made the choice to deal with his crazy ass, and now I'm stuck dead in the middle of what I want and what I know I can't have.” I looked over at my girl, who was grinning.

  “He’s gonna get it right, Nonie. You know he loves you back, he just doesn't know how to express it. Well, not the way you want him to, but you know it, so don't stress. Siah belongs to you, so in due time, baby.”

  “Yeah, well, I won't hold my breath, but you need to figure out something. You’re playing with fire dealing with Red and Jock. They’re both a little off, and if one of them steps to you, I’m going to jail.”

  “Girl, bye. Your scary ass isn't going to do shit but call Siah to take care of it.”

  Nonie burst out laughing. “Shut up, I can hold my own, Kiz, don't play me like that. Just because I’m not packing like your crazy behind doesn't mean that I won't do some damage”

  I just shook my head and laughed. My girl was the truth. She always had my back and I knew it. Now all I needed was to figure out who had my heart. That part wasn't going to be so easy.

  Siah

  It had been over a week since I had seen Nonie, and I missed baby girl, but this was our norm. We were good to kick it for a few days, and then I fell right back into my ways. Like right now, I had Chanel on my lap while I was damn near in her chest, but all I could think about was my baby girl. Nonie was heavy on my mind. I was that nigga, and unfortunately I got around a lot, but she had a way of consuming me without even trying.

  I felt Chanel lean into my chest just before her lips touched mine, which made me quickly yank my head back. The fuck she thinking trying to kiss me and shit? That was a definite no, no. Females be sucking dick on the regular, trust me, I was a willing participant. So I didn't want their lips anywhere near mine. That was dead.

  “Come on, ma, don't fuck up my vibe with that shit,” I said, grabbing a handful of her hair as she circled her hips against mine.

  “Sorry, baby, I just got caught up.” She placed her hands on my chest and began bouncing on my lap to make up for her fuck up, and she easily had me forgetting all about it. Her muscles were gripping my man so tight that she was damn near pulling my nut right up out of him.

  “Fuck, Chanel, keep it right there, baby, I feel it coming so you better hurry up and get yours, ma.” I gripped her hair tighter while using my free hand to hold her in place. My eyes moved across her breasts, which were bouncing along with her. I bit down into my lip, let my head fall back and tried to concentrate on busting a big one. It didn't take long because Chanel was working overtime to make sure she got hers too, and the second she yelled out and fell into my chest, my arms circled her body and I released everything I had, filling my condom.

  We were both still for a minute until I was recovered and my hand slapped her thigh, signaling for her to get up. It was only about a quick nut for me, and I wasn't on any of that cuddling shit, so I wanted her body off my chest. Fuck, I just wanted her gone.

  “It’s like that, Siah?” She snapped when she realized I was done with her.

  “Come on, you know what it is, and you know why you were here. You got yours and I got mine. I have shit to do, Chanel.”

  “You so damn insensitive, I swear.”

  Chanel moved her body from mine, but didn't stop there. She dropped to her knees and removed the condom that I was wearing and took my softening member into her mouth. It immediately reacted because her mouth felt good as hell wrapped around it. My hand went through her hair while I watched her lips slide up and down until my door opened and Jock walked in while looking down at his phone.

  “Damn, can't your ass knock?” I asked, looking up at him. “Fuck, Chanel, be careful, ma.” I jumped a little when her hand gripped my balls too hard.

  Jock looked at me strangely because I was sitting behind my desk and he couldn't see the lower half of my body with Chanel’s mouth attached to it, but he knew something was up.

  “The fuck, Siah? You got a bitch under your desk?” Jock asked but made sure to stop in the center of my office just in case.

  “Get up, Chanel. We’re done here,” I said, not really wanting her to stop, but I had business to handle with Jock.

  “Really, Siah?” She surfaced from under my desk, butt ass naked and stepped around my chair like Jock wasn't even in the room.

  “Yo, calm all that down, go get me a washcloth out the bathroom.” I pointed toward the bathroom that was in my office and Chanel obeyed, not bothering to cover up one inch of her body. Jock watched her, grinning until she returned from the bathroom with a washcloth in her hand that she tried to use on me, but I snatched it from her. “I got it. Get dressed, ma.”

  After I cleaned myself, I leaned back enough to get my jeans up around my waist again, careful not to expose myself to Jock, who had his eyes on Chanel the entire time anyway.

  “You can come check me out when I’m done in he
re if you want, baby girl,” Jock said after Chanel had her dress back on and was digging through her purse.

  “Fuck you, Jock.”

  “Bitch, ain't that what I just said?” Jock stated with a grin.

  “Yo, stop fucking with her, Jock.”

  “Siah, can I at least get a few dollars since you got your boy in here eye fucking me. That’s some disrespectful type shit, Siah,” Chanel snapped.

  “Man gone with that. I see your ass didn't try to hide shit, so you must have wanted that nigga to be all up your ass.”

  I opened my drawer and grabbed a stack of money, pulled a few hundreds off and tossed them on my desk. She eyed me hard as fuck, likely because she wanted more, but fuck her. I wasn't a got damn ATM. Regardless of how she was feeling about it, she took it though, and then left my office with a fucking attitude. This was that shit that I didn't like. Females be wanting to fuck for money but then get mad when you don't respect them. How the fuck you gon’ get mad if I treat you like a prostitute, but you acting like one?

  “You know you ain't shit for that.”

  “For what?” I asked after placing my money back into my drawer.

  “For not telling that hoe to suck my dick too.” Jock laughed before he sat down in front of my desk.

  “Shut the fuck up. I ain't no damn pimp, and you got your own hoes.”

  “I’m just saying though, she was here.” Jock shrugged. His goofy ass was serious.

  “What’s up, Jock? What you got for me?” I wasn't about to go there with his retarded ass.

  “I got shit under control out in Irvington, but we still need to figure out this sale shit. Newark is a multipurpose. We have a little of everything coming out of there, but all our other locations are specific with sales. If we break up Newark and have it a little more spread out, then we can probably control that shit a little better. You feel me? Like focus on certain products in certain areas.”