Page 74 of Just Listen
Hearing that, I snickered. “Yeah, right. I’d love to see you try.”
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“Girl, can you stop?” I fussed at Khari, as she kept trying to put her hand in my sports bra. For whatever reason she loved pinching my breasts, although I’d never breastfed her.
I was holding her chunky butt, while sifting through the refrigerator for something to drink. It was the middle of the day, Ms. Shelia had to leave early, so Khari had been riding my hip for the last hour.
Grabbing a bottle of water, I promptly twisted off the top, and immediately took it to the head. I was beyond parched after being thoroughly worked all morning long. Malice’s stamina was out of this world, and he was seemingly trying to fuck my coochie, until it was all gone.
I felt like a damn teenager, who’d just discovered sex. There were hickeys all over my neck, and breasts. Malice had fucked me so many times within the last week that I’d lost count. At this point, I rarely bothered with wearing more than boy shorts and a sports bra, because I would always end up fully naked, while he took me to pound town.
Low key, everything else in my life had been neglected. I hadn’t kicked it with anybody. My parents were now threatening me, because they hadn’t laid eyes on Khari in weeks. My whole social life had completely come to a halt, as I’d been cooped up in the house, letting Malice fuck my brains out.
“I gotta get my shit together,” I said to myself, before my doorbell rang.
Frowning in confusion, I grabbed my phone to check the camera on my porch. Seeing that Jhyrah and Keyasia had popped up, I rolled my eyes, before pressing a button to speak. “Uh, who told y’all to just show up over here?”
“Girl, bye,” Jhyrah fussed. “And open this fucking door.”
Laughing, I scrolled to another app, and electronically unlocked the door. “It’s open.”
I gazed at my baby, while she was nibbling on her finger. “Come on, heavy baby. Let’s have a seat.”
I got situated on the couch, while listening to my sister and cousin climb the stairs.
“Hey, titi’s baby,” Jhyrah cooed the minute she stepped into the living room.
“She’s really alive,” Keyasia smiled, as she moseyed over to the sectional and flopped down.
Jhyrah sat down, not too far from me, and studied my face.
I bucked my eyes. “What the hell are you looking at?”
“You. Why the hell is your hair all over your head?” Jhyrah wanted to know, propelling me to pat the super messy bun at the crown of my head.
Key squinted. “And she got love bites everywhere.”
“Y’all need to—” I got out, before I heard heavy footsteps coming downstairs, before Malice came into view.
I smiled at the sight, because daddy had put that shit on. The Dolce ensemble fit him perfectly. His shorts stopped at his knees, which drew attention to his bowlegged stroll. His frizzy dreads hung down, while that line-up was crisp. And his sweet cologne swept into the room, as he approached us.
“Hey, how y’all doing?” He spoke and waved.
I cleared my throat. “Khamere, this is my sister Jhyrah, and my cousin Keyasia.”
“Hey,” Jhyrah and Key greeted him in unison.
He gave them a head nod, before stepping up to me. “I’m finna burn. I’ll be back later on.”
I glimpsed up at him and nodded. “Okay.”
“Alright.” He bent down, kissed the baby’s cheek, before gripping my chin, and sloppily kissing me.
When he finally stood upright, I could feel Jhyrah and Key’s eyes burning a hole into the side of my face.
“Alright,” he sighed. “It was nice meeting y’all.” He waved before jogging downstairs.
As soon as we heard the front door open and close, the chatter began.
