Page 20 of R&B Mixtape

“Touché.” A kiss was shared, and I had a smile that went from ear to ear. “To new beginnings?” I asked holding up a glass of orange juice.

“Nah to us finally becoming one.”

Prezidence

“Itold you that nigga was a fraud and you still dealt with him. Now look, he played yo’ stupid ass.” I was beyond pissed the fuck off. Aveena was a nigga heart and soul, and her well-being was the only thing I was worried about. Since we were kids seeing her smile had been the only focus a nigga had.

“Don’t talk to me like that, Prezidence.”

“Man shut the fuck up and listen to a nigga some damn time. All of this shit could’ve been avoided if you would’ve done that. I got way too much shit going on to be dealing with this.”

“Wow. Well, sorry for being a fuckin’ inconvenience.”

I heard the crack in her voice and that tugged at my heart instantly. If she would’ve admitted to her feelings for me, she could be living a life that was stress-free. As someone that knew her inside and out, I knew where she wanted to be. However, she was too stubborn to let her feelings ride and enjoy real happiness.

My feelings were already expressed, and I wasn’t repeating myself. I told her how I felt about her when we were kids and she laughed me off. I wasn’t going for that rejection again. She could like or love a nigga all day, but she could still refuse me in every way. That would hurt more than anything.

Most people thought that because I was so deep into the streets that I didn’t care about relationships and shit. That was the complete opposite in fact. I cared but I wasn’t settling for anything or anyone. If your name wasn’t Aveena Samuels, then I wasn’t budging. It was that simple. I’d been in love with her for far too long and she’d been holding a nigga heart hostage for decades.

“You’re not an inconvenience, princess.”

I calmed down my tone and spoke to her with a little more respect. She was sensitive and I knew it. She also valued everything I said to her. She made it clear that I had more pull and say so than anyone in her life.

She wiped her face a few times which let me know she was crying. Now those broke a nigga down like a fraction. She found out that he was married and was unbothered but the minute I hurt her feelings she was in a pool of tears. She was a big ass baby behind me. Her tears didn’t seem like they were going to stop anytime soon so we drove in silence to the crib. I couldn’t comfort her like this.

By the time we pulled up to the house she was no longer full out sobbing but was in small sniffles. She was letting everything register and I guess it was hitting her harder than I thought it would. I parked in the garage, and she sat for me to let her out. Opening the door, I scooped her up and didn’t stop moving until we were in the master bedroom.

With me having the largest tub, I decided that we were going to relax together. I set her on the bed and went to set shit up in the bathroom. Regardless of what she was going through with that nigga, she had one that was willing to put that street shit aside and give her the treatment she deserved.

I lit the candles that were scattered throughout the room to set the tone as well as an incense. The water was started, and the towels were removed from the linen closet. I pulled out hertoothbrush and laid it on the sink as well as her bonnet. I walked back into the room to see her undressing. I had seen her naked one too many times and it seemed like each time was better than the last, but I kept it moving and grabbed her robe from the closet. This wasn’t the time to think on how I wanted to take her down and fuck the shit out of her.

“You ready?” I questioned as she stepped out of her panties. Nodding, she headed for the relaxing setup I fixed. When she submerged her body under water, I gave her a kiss on the forehead and went to step away but was stopped.

“Are you not joining me?”

“Nah. You need some time alone.”

“Prez…”

I knew what she was asking but I wasn’t trying to get tangled up in her web of confusion. I knew what I wanted and where I wanted to be, but I couldn’t make decisions for her. Coming to me was going to have to be all her.

“Relax Princess. I’ll be back.” I took a few steps before I heard her exiting the tub. Turning around, I asked, “What you doing, Vee?”

“I won’t relax until you do it with me so I guess we both will be tensed up.”

She was stubborn and because of that, I knew she wasn’t going to let this go. I removed my clothes and stepped into the tub without hesitation. It was something a nigga had thought of often but never had the privilege to engage in such a thing. She stepped back inside and centered herself in between my legs. That skin-to-skin contact was something different.

“How you find out about his wife?” I threw the million-dollar question out there.

“She texted, I read the message, then opened the thread and saw what was really going on.”

“You had that nigga passcode?” She nodded, and I shook my head. If she had access to the nigga like that, then why the fuck did she wait to see what the fuck was up from the jump.

“To answer what you’re thinking, I didn’t think I had a reason to. No man and I do mean no man gave up their password so easily if they’re doing something they have no business.”

“Nah, that nigga been playing you from jump. You so damn ditzy that he knew giving you his password would give you security. Damn you gullible as hell.”

“Watch how you speak to me Prez. I mean it.”