Page 23 of Stay with Me
“Yeah, I love living over there.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You married yet, or are you still waiting on my sister?”
He chuckled. “I’m actually living with a girl from here in the states. She’s a YouTuber like you. Ever heard of Missy Mae?”
“Yeah! I catch her videos from time to time. She’s so cute and funny.”
“She is. She’s how I found out about your videos. She was watching one and I was like, ‘Hey, that’s my big sister!’ And then I had to explain that we’re not really related.”
“But you’re still my brother.”
“Yeah…”
“Man, you caught me just as I was getting ready to head to my parents’ house. It’s their anniversary and guess who’s providing the food?”
“I know it’s you, because if I recall correctly, you were always the best cook in the house, hands down!”
I laughed. “Yeah. I’ve got a ton of food to load into my car.”
“Let me help.”
“Okay. Hey, you should drop by tonight. I know my mom would love to see you. We’re pretty much just having holiday food.”
“Man! I just might do that!”
“And bring Missy with you.”
“Oh, she didn’t come with me. I decided to come visit for a few days but she wasn’t prepared to join me. My mom’s been nagging me about not coming home often enough.”
“Yeah, moms are good for that.”
I hung my dress for the night up in the backseat and closed the door just as Damon shut my trunk. As he walked around the car and drew me into a hug, I heard someone pull into Ryan’s driveway.
I squeezed my play brother tightly before stretching up to kiss his cheek. “See you tonight, lil’ brother?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there. Hey, don’t tell Nicky. I wanna surprise her.”
He might’ve been living with Missy Mae, but he still had it bad for my baby sister.
I climbed into my car, and as I waited for Damon to back out, watched Ryan ascend the steps to his apartment, yank his mail from his mailbox, snatch his door open, and slam it behind him.
I had thought he was a little upset by my rejection. Now I was sure of it. But there was nothing I could do about it since I was expected to play my role in the Strickland Happy Family live production.
Who the fuck was that nigga she was hugging?!
It wasn’t Urkel. This dude actually looked like he possessed an ounce of swag. But who was he? Was he the reason she rejected me? I couldn’t believe this shit! Here I was, offering her me. Me! Women loved me, couldn’t resist my ass. Hell, I could walk into Coda right that minute and pull any woman I wanted. So what was her deal? I didn’t do anything to her but give her a huge-ass orgasm. And from what I felt, she needed it. Shit, I just couldn’t figure her out.
Damn-it!
My phone buzzed, and of course it was KC.
“Hello!”
“Shit, what’s wrong with your ass?”
I tossed my mail onto the coffee table and threw my keys on the floor. “Man, this chick is driving me fucking nuts!”
“Your landlord?”