You Ain't My Type

by Nicole Jackson

“Jaylen.”

  “Well, come on in.” she stepped aside.

  Jaylen stepped into the apartment with two large bags from Steak 48 in tow. Rye arched a brow, as she ended the call on her cell. Konya openly looked him up and down, noting the Saint Laurent he sported from head to toe.

  Every chick in the room looked on, as Rye attempted to conceal her blushing. “What you got in those bags?” she questioned.

  “Crab cakes, seafood mac and cheese, and lobster, just like you like it,” he answered, before turning to Konya. “Then I got filet mignon for you, mama. Since Rye mentioned that you don’t really care for seafood.”

  Konya leaned her head back, as she placed a hand on her chest. “O-kay. That’s what I’m talking about. A man who pays attention to detail.”

  Jaylen smirked as he sauntered over to Rye. “What’s up?” he whispered, as he placed a soft kiss on her cheek.

  Aggressively, Rye grabbed his chin, and slid her tongue into his mouth. When she felt him groping her ass, she pulled back. “Thank you.”

  He smiled warmly. “You’re welcome.”

  She nodded. “After I finish braiding her hair, I’ma dig into that food. You came right on time.”

  Konya lingered around in the living room, watching all Rye’s clients stare at Jaylen with stars in their eyes. Konya herself could see how both her daughters found themselves drawn to him. The boy was handsome and clearly had money, judging by how he’d come through with hundreds of dollars’ worth of food from a high-end restaurant just because.

  A few minutes later, Rye was done braiding down her client’s hair for her sew-in, and was now sitting at her dining table tearing into some lobster. Jaylen sat right next to her, watching her eat. She was at home, so her appearance was more relaxed than usual, but she was still gorgeous to him. She didn’t have on a stitch of make-up, and there was a silk scarf wrapped around her head, as her long bundles hung freely down her back. Wearing a simple black fitted dress, she had his dick hard, as he noticed that she didn’t have on a bra. Her nipples were hard, and he had a strong urge to pop a boob out and suck it on the spot.

  “Umm,” Rye moaned, as she chewed her food with her eyes closed.

  “Damn, I’m getting jealous. Food makes you moan like that?” he teased, as he rubbed her thigh.

  She nodded with a goofy grin on her face.

  “Jaylen, sweetheart, I’m surprised that you’re not somewhere watching the game. Aren’t the Texans playing in a few?” Konya quizzed.

  Jaylen nodded. “They are. I was planning on catching it.”

  Rye’s heart skipped a beat, hoping that didn’t mean that he was about to leave. “If you wanna watch it, you can go in my room,” she blurted.

  He smirked. “You must don’t want me to leave.”

  She gazed at him, before whispering. “I don’t.”

  “Hey, I didn’t realize that the game was about to come on. I wanna watch it too,” one of Rye’s clients in the living room spoke up.

  “Me too,” another girl chimed in.

  Konya took heed, grabbing the remote, and switching the channel on Rye’s 75’ TV to football.

  Jaylen smiled appreciatively, as he stood up.

  Rye looked up at him. “Where you going?”

  “To the bathroom,” he answered, before traveling to the back of the apartment.

  Konya took that opportunity to switch over to her daughter. Leaning down, she spoke into Rye’s ear. “He’s definitely a keeper. You did good, but I don’t want you to fall asleep at the wheel. Watch these bitches. Seriously. Cause they’re fucking dehydrated.”

  Rye snickered a bit and nodded. “I got you, ma. I have both eyes open. Trust.”

  “That’s all I’m saying,” Konya mumbled, before stepping back.

  Rye shook her head, as she watched her mama squeeze back onto the couch, and chat it up with the same girls she’d just warned her about. Regardless, she understood exactly where her mama was coming from. Jaylen was that nigga, and hoes remained on the prowl. So, she’d always keep a watchful eye, before she’d let him have her looking stupid. But frankly, that really wasn’t a concern of hers, right then. She was feeling him and every move he made, and she just prayed that he remained the same. As long as he didn’t switch up like Tori had then they’d be good.

  ***

  Rye’s tongue was buried deep down Jaylen’s throat, as he gripped her ass, while she rode his dick on her couch. It was in the middle of the afternoon, and he’d supposedly stopped by for lunch. Ten minutes after he’d stepped through the door, they were going at it. With no time to undress, he’d snatched off her panties before lifting her yellow sundress. His jeans and boxers were at his knees, as they tried to keep quiet. Konya was off that day and was taking a nap in Rye’s bedroom.

  “Uhhh,” she panted, as she rolled her hips.

  Jaylen’s toes involuntarily curled, as he smacked her ass.

  Hitting her g-spot, Rye popped her back rapidly.

  “Wait,” he breathed. “Slow down.”

  Shaking her head, she refused to listen.

  “Slow down,” he reiterated, before it happened. He exploded inside of her, while she bounced up and down.

  “Why did you do that?” she huffed out.

  “I told you to slow down.”

  “Whatever.” She playfully rolled her eyes, before easing off his lap. “You gotta stop doing that.” She grabbed his hand, pulling him to his feet.

  He grinned, as he pulled his pants up. “Your ass is strong, huh?”

  “Yep,” she smiled, before she guided him to the bathroom. There they did a little washing up, before stepping back out into the hall.

  “What yall got going on?” Konya teased, as she tipped out of the room.

  “Oh, nothing. We’re just headed to kitchen to try that baked chicken you cooked,” Rye offered.

  “Umm hmm,” Konya pursed her lips, as she trailed behind them.

  Stepping into her spacious kitchen, Rye could smell the food, as her mouth watered. Before anyone could get situated, she was grabbing a wing right out of the pan.

  “Girl, did you wash your damn hands, before you got to digging in the food?” Konya fussed.

  “Yeah, ma,” Rye responded with a mouth full of chicken. “I just came out of the bathroom.”

  Konya shook her head. “You’ve been eating everything you see lately.”

  Rye shrugged. “Gotta eat to live.”

  Jaylen chuckled, as he sat at the kitchen’s island. He was about to offer his two cents when his cell went off. Checking out the screen, he saw that it was his mama calling.

  “What’s popping, Chantel?” he answered the phone.

  “Boy, don’t fucking play with me,” his mama snipped. “Where you at?”

  He lifted his eyes, and caught Rye glaring at him. He grinned. “I’m over here at Rye’s house. She’s standing here looking at me crazy, cause she thinks I’m talking to some chick.”

  “Well, let her know that this chick is the woman who had your raggedy ass.”

  He chuckled. “Rye, my mama told me to tell you to chill out.”

  She gave him the finger.

  He tucked his lips into his mouth. “Anyway, mama, what’s up?”

  “Nothing, really. I was just calling to check on you, before we head out of town.”

  “Out of town? So, yall aint going to, uh, Roz’s house?”

  “Nah, we won’t make it, but you still going, huh?”

  “Yeah, I’ma swing through.”

  “Okay, good. Grab me a plate.”

  He frowned. “A plate? How long are yall gonna be gone? Won’t that food be too old by the time yall come back?”

  “Nope. We’ll only be gone for two days. It’ll be alright if you put it in the icebox. So, make sure you grab me a plate. Roz’s ass can throw down, so I know whatever she serves is gonna be good. Ya daddy want a plate too, but you know I aint worried about his ass.”

  Jaylen snickered. “Yeah, right. If I don’t
bring him a plate, you’ll just end up giving him half of yours.”

  “Glad you know!” Jaylen Sr. shouted in the background.

  “Nigga, get out of my conversation,” Chantel argued.

  “Yall crazy, man.”

  “Boy, bye,” Chantel giggled. “But yeah, son, I’ll be in touch. So, go ahead and keep entertaining whatever lil’ chicken head you hanging with.”

  “Why she gotta be all that?”

  “Ooh…you really digging her. I’ma have to meet this lil’ girl. I know she gotta be fast to have your attention.”

  He smiled. “Watch out, lady.”

  “Uh-huh. When I come back I gotta meet Ms. Rye. So, tell her to get ready.”

  “Yeah, alright, mama. Talk to you later,” he rushed her off the phone.

  “Whatever,” Chantel ended the call.

  Jaylen shook his head, as he glanced at Rye. “My mama crazy.”

  Rye was busy eating another chicken wing, partially listening to him.

  “Got damn, is it that good?”

  “Huh?” Rye confusingly lifted her head.

  Konya tittered.

  Jaylen shook his head. “You greedy, man. But yeah, my mama reminded me about this lil’ get together my paw-paw is having. I meant to ask you, if you wanted to come.”

  Rye cheesed hard. “You want me come to a get together?”

  “Yeah.”

  “When?”

  “This Sunday.”

  Konya smirked. “Jaylen, you bringing my baby around all the old skools, trying to see what they think of her?”

  Jaylen shook his head again. “Nah, not really. My people aint all that old, anyway.”

  Konya narrowed her eyes. “Didn’t you say something about your paw-paw?”

  “Yeah.”

  “So, he’s not old?”

  Jaylen chuckled, as he scrolled through his phone. Locating a picture, he handed his phone to Rye. “He looks old to you?”

  Rye studied the picture of Jaylen standing with another guy, who looked like he could be his slightly older cousin or something. The guy was rather handsome and appeared to be in his mid-twenties.

  “Where’s your paw-paw?” she asked confusingly.

  “That’s him standing next to me.”

  “Nah…hell, nah. Aint no way.”

  “Let me see,” Konya said as she grabbed the phone. She opened her mouth to say something when she took in the man’s face. Her heart seemed to palpitate, as her throat tightened.

  Rye squinted her eyes, as her mama stared at the picture unusually long.

  Konya swallowed hard, before handing Jaylen his phone back. “Yeah, he does look young as hell.”

  Jaylen nodded. “I know. Broads my age be trying to get at him.”

  “Oh, I can just about imagine,” Konya grumbled. “But Jaylen, I’m feeling some type of way.”

  “Why is that?” he furrowed his brows.

  “Because how you know that I didn’t want to get out the house and go to a get together?”

  Rye gave her mama a strange look. Never had she ever attempted to go anywhere with Rye and a boyfriend. So, this was beyond weird behavior coming from her, which led Rye to believe that her mama had to really be lonely.

  “Oh, my bad, Ms. Konya. I didn’t think you wanted to go, but you’re more than welcome. In fact, I think that you’d fit right in.”

  Konya squared her shoulders and nodded. “Well, then, Sunday it is. We’re going to see if this food is as good as your mama was claiming,” she winked.

  Chapter 15

  “Fuck him,” Rye mumbled to herself, as she sat at the edge of her bed. “This is the exact reason I need to be living my best life, giving these fuck-niggas a taste of their own medicine.”

  Sitting up at one in the morning, she was mad at herself. Listening to Jaylen, she’d stayed in on a Friday night, only for his ass to be a no-show. Lea and a few other friends had gone clubbing, and Rye had naively sat this one out, thinking that she was going to spend her time with her boo. He was supposed to come through hours earlier, but she hadn’t heard a peep from him. And now at the wee hours of the morning his cell was seemingly dead.

  “I mean that shit,” she grumbled, shooting to her feet. Talking to herself she stomped through her apartment, until she found herself in the kitchen area.

  Laying across the couch watching TV, Konya lifted up. “Why are you pouting around here, and whispering to yourself like ya crazy?”

  Rye rummaged through the fridge, until she located a gallon of buttered pecan Blue Bell ice-cream. She then grabbed a spoon and bowl, before scooping up gobs of ice-cream. “I’m not talking to myself.”

  Konya gave her a knowing look. “Why are you here on a Friday night, anyway? Hell, even DeAndra’s young ass found somewhere to party.”

  Rye sucked her teeth. “I didn’t wanna go anywhere.”

  Konya pursed her lips. “Yeah, uh-huh. Did Jaylen tell you that you couldn’t go anywhere?”

  Rye scowled. “Did he do what? Last time I checked, he wasn’t my daddy.”

  “So, he’s not the reason you’re at home? You wasn’t waiting on him?”

  “I was waiting on him, but not because he runs me or anything. He said that he was coming over, but didn’t show up. But it’s all good. Trust me. I got him. He’s going on my block list tonight, and I’m definitely not going to that whack ass get together. I’m done.”

  Konya smirked. “Girl, please. With the way you drop everything the minute he calls, you expect me to believe that?”

  Rye shrugged. “You don’t have to believe me. You’ll see. Cause I’m not about to play with him. He could’ve easily called to let me know that plans had changed.”

  Konya nodded. “Can’t argue there…but your ass still aint through.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” Rye chided, as she headed back to her room with a bowl of ice-cream in tow.

  Konya checked out her daughter’s attire, noticing that she wore a sexy black silk and lace nightie with a black silk robe to match. She nodded appreciatively, deciding that she’d taught her daughters well.

  Rye sat in bed pissed. The only comfort was the delicious ice-cream she consumed. After she polished off the last of her late-night snack, she scrolled through her cell, and blocked Jaylen’s number, before lying down. Fluffing her pillow, she figured that she’d get her beauty rest, before facing the world as a completely free woman.

  After falling into a deep sleep, Rye’s eyes sprung open some time later, as she felt someone ease into bed with her. Her TV was still on and was on Pandora, therefore R&B music was soothingly playing, which made it difficult to determine what was going on. However, she could distinctively smell the scent of his Tom Ford cologne, telling her exactly who it was. She rolled her eyes, knowing that her mama had to let him in, since he didn’t have a key.

  Scooting over to her, he wrapped his arms around her, and placed his chin on her shoulder. “I know you not sleep,” he offered evenly.

  “And I know my mama don’t listen,” she sucked her teeth. “Nobody told her to let you in.”

  “That’s fucked up.” He placed his hard dick on her ass.

  “I don’t know what’s all that for. Aint no fucking tonight.”

  “Why? You mad at me?”

  “The fuck you think?”

  “My bad, man.” Jaylen kissed her cheek. “I know that I told you that we was chilling, and I didn’t expect my day to turn out like it did.”

  “Whatever,” she scoffed. “When you saw that shit was changing, you could’ve called me.”

  “I hear you, but shit aint that simple. I was never not coming. In fact, I was on my way over here, when Jah called me, going off. He said that I wasn’t doing my part with the club we’re promoting. From my point of view, I felt like I’d done my part with social media blasts and shit, but he insisted that I come through. So, to shut him up, I stopped by the club. Shit got hectic, and I lost track of time. Before I knew it, hours had passed, and my cell was dead. On
everything I love had I known that I would be there that long, I would’ve called way before my cell went dead. Nothing went as planned, and it was never my intentions to have you dry sitting around waiting on me.”

  “Yeah, okay.”

  Reaching into his pocket, Jaylen retrieved his cell. Scrolling through some things, he located the texts from Jah. “Here, man.” He placed the phone in her face.

  Glancing over the texts, she saw that Jah had indeed been bitching about Jaylen not coming to the club to help out. “Whatever,” she chided, pushing the phone out of her face.

  He smirked, knowing she’d taken the opportunity to read the texts. “Don’t be like that.” He kissed her again.

  “And I really wanna sex your body. I really wanna sex your body…I knew from the moment that we met. That I’d be the one to get you wet. Cause I could see passion in your eyes. And baby the eyes, they never lie…” Old school Link floated through the room.

  She lightly elbowed him. “Move.”

  “Okay,” he breathed, as he lifted her nightie.

  She listened to him unbuckle his belt. Soon, she could feel the heat radiating from his dick, before he lifted her leg. He then slid a finger between her slit. She arched her back, as he stroked her clit. While she was distracted he took that opportunity to push his way inside of her.

  “Uhhh,” she gasped.

  “You still mad at me?” he huskily spoke into her ear.

  Biting her bottom lip, she refused to reply.

  Rotating his hips, he ventured deep inside of her.

  Feeling it a little too much, she lifted her own leg higher, before winding her hips rhythmically.

  “Baby be calling me, calling me, calling me. Telling me that you want my bone. Paging me, paging me, paging me. Whenever you can’t reach me by phone. Telling me, telling me, telling me that you nasty and you got a lil’ freaky side. You got me fiendin’, got me fiendin’, got me fiendin’ girl for your bod. You can run but you can’t hide…”

  “Got damn, you working that pussy,” he huffed out, as her leg now rested on her shoulder.

  Rye knew exactly what she was doing as she met his thrusts. She moved her body sexily, driving him crazy. His dick eased in and out of her, as she rolled her hips.

  “Fuck,” he grunted, as he gripped her thigh.