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“Probably. Gerald is a good man, so I know he would be a good boyfriend or husband. I’ve been big dawg for so long that I’m ready to retire. Have a man lead me… let me be soft. Never experienced that before.” I could see she was tired, and this was something she desired so much. She wanted a man that would lead without her ever having to say a word. Goon was that nigga, and she just needed to let him in.
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As much as I wanted to be in his arms, I was invited by a makeup brand to a quick staycation outside of the city, and then I had campaigns that were due, so I had to lock in. Being in love was cool, but I refused to allow that to knock me off my square. I had a plan to retire my family.
I didn’t want to shack up with a man because he was my boyfriend. My mother didn’t move in with my father until they were engaged and then married a few months later. I refused to do wifely duties for a boyfriend, even if he was a billionaire.
I slid from his lap onto the floor and covered my ears. “No, you didn’t just say that… no, no, no,” I said, while rocking because those words didn’t just leave his mouth. I was imagining it, and we were talking about him being a pimp, not the fact that he bought a whole basketball team and made me co-owner of it.
“You wanna know why?” “Yes.” “You said you wanted to retire your family, that is your dream, Bleu. Your family is important to you and that was one of the first things I learned about you. You would never take the money or allow me to do it myself, so this is a way for you to do that. Retire your family… take care of them.”
No more of them having to worry about their work commutes, money being tight, or the rent increasing. They would be able to live and know that they were taken care of. It was a dream I always had, and as I sat in his lap, and looked at him with tears coming down my eyes, I could tell he wanted that dream for me.
Like a glutton for punishment, I wanted more of whatever he was giving me. If I had to be out there selling candy bars for the basketball team for more, I would get out there with a carboard sign and a box of candy. Whatever Landon Caselli had for my body, I wanted.
“You didn’t know… this is my uncle, and he wanted us to be together.” My father looked at Menace, who cut into his chicken. “This is my sister, and I made her my wife,” he nodded at Stevie, and she shoved him. “Maverick!” she harshly whispered. My father pushed his seat out. “Ro, baby, I think we have to head out and attend that thing.”
Honestly, I wasn’t even paying her any attention, I was focused on Landon. How he was so attentive with her, paying her attention and showing her love in front of his family. It was no doubt that there was love shared between the two of them.
“You’re fucking damaged… never fucking healed after what happened to you. Ken, you been to that therapist yet?” “No, I don’t nee—” “Then stay the fuck away from my brother. Nigga has his own fucking set of shit he needs to work on, and he doesn’t need to be going back and forth with someone who hasn’t put herself first to heal… don’t want that for my boy. He deserves to be happy, not trying to fucking fix you, which he has done in the past, right?”
and now we see why he tried so hard to refrain don from entertaining kennedy. two broken souls can’t heal each other
“You don’t know me and you will never know me, but I’ve never been bothered by what you do. The rule, at first, was to avoid you ending up hurt. I know my brother, and commitment wasn’t his thing… broken hearts and fucked pussies is what he left in his trail of destruction. I didn’t want that for you. The more I watched; I realized that you’re fucking broken and it may be you leaving him with a broken heart and a wet dick.”
He stood up. “We’re not family, heard you… I don’t wish nobody well, so ain’t about to start. You know how to keep your mouth shut. If something gets back to me that you been running that mouth,” he grabbed my jaw gently, “I’m gonna pull it from your fucking face and leave you with your father.”
I sat there, listening to her heels on the wooden floor, while Zoya remained seated. “He’s in love. Let him have this happiness, Ken.” Me and Zoya had always been close, and I loved her because she was so honest. Always down to give you the real, even if you didn’t want to hear it. “I deserve happiness, too,” my voice cracked.
“Money isn’t everything, Ken.” She felt the need to remind me. “I have money, and it doesn’t make you happier. It only shows just how unhappy you are.”
I told her everything from how we first met, to the way she blew up on me in Italy. How I constantly showed up for her, even knowing that she constantly pushed me away. How I was willing to go against my family for her.
I wasn’t in love with Kennedy. I wanted to fall in love with her, give her everything she never had. Every time, she pushed back from me. I continued to prove to her that I could be that man for her, and she never trusted it. She didn’t have the confidence and faith in me like she had these clients. Despite knowing what rested within my bank accounts, she never trusted that I could love her and heal her.
see that was kennedy’s problem. she wanted someone to save her when she can’t even save herself. i hope she thinks about going to therapy.
“Don already told me that I gotta stay with you.” He was double parked across the street and switched to the next page of his S.A. Cosby book.
“We can be friends. I know, I know, it sounds very childish.” Stevie turned around and smiled at me. “Hi, I’m Stevie Caselli… I’m a first time mom, gallery owner, and I’m an artist.” Laughing, I shook her hand. “I’m Navy Bleu Perkins. I’m a dog mom, book lover, and a content creator.”