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Whatever you want, it’s my job to provide and make that happen. You asked me to court you with roses and shit, but Casellis don’t court that way, Pooh. Trips, diamonds and anything you fucking want from me is my way of courting you.”
“Think I’m falling in love with you, Bleu.”
I think I’m falling in love with you, too, Landon.”
We don’t even have to be doing anything, but I’m fucking excited to be in your presence like your fans.”
“I wanna be a supporter… a provider… I wanna love you, Bleu. I don’t want to be a stranger to you anymore, or a friend.”
“Give me eye contact, Pooh… gotta see your eyes.”
Landon Caselli wasn’t falling; he had already fell. Head over hills with me, a regular girl from Crown Heights, Brooklyn. Not the models and pageant queens he could have on his arms. He fell for the book worm who loved to talk to her camera, play Sims, and had a zest for life. A woman that didn’t want to have kids. He fell for me.
A woman that didn’t realize she had changed up my world. How I thought, or what I thought I wanted. She was so secure in who she was and what she wanted, that it made me need her. I wanted her. Craved her.
Yeah. I was gone.
“Mocha… stop yo’ shit.” She tossed a napkin at me. “Don’t start your shit, Don!”
“Mens, you sick?” “You wishing death on me, Don?” I chuckled. “Nah, never that. Just ain’t never heard you sound so choked up, pussy.”
He snorted. “Why you hate my son, Don?” “Menace, the fuck you chatting about?” He sighed into the phone, as I sat on the edge of a lounge chair. “Dennis told me he felt some kind of way.”
“I paid all that money for school and he’s slow…shit,”
Means, you need your own jet… got that sent to you this morning. Should be at the airport for your return… Happy birthday, pussy.”
“Don’t make this weird. I’m not fucking kissing you, either.” He ended the call, and I rested the phone against my forehead as I laughed.
My parents… all those years ago celebrated the start of their love here.”
“God cover him and help him overcome the things he doesn’t speak about. Let him know that my intentions are pure and the love I’m feeling is real. Amen.”
“Not at all… had me thinking of changing that Perkins to Caselli.”
“Summer Friends” by Chance The Rapper.” Her taste in music had me ready to get down on one knee and propose to her right now. “Coloring Book album… shit, Bleu… I might could fuck with you.”
“Don’t think of me and my bloodline. I would never want you to consider me while being unfair to yourself and what you want. I would never make you have children for the sake of my bloodline. My brother is married, and has a son, our bloodline is secured.” I wiped the tears from her face.
“E-fucking- nough! Damn, we waiting to leave and you fucking up there! We can hear you!” Beans hollered from below, and I slapped my hand over my mouth.
“And this nigga still going… we leaving… freaked the fuck out, bro’.” He laughed, and I heard the downstairs glass door slam behind him.
“We doing this, right? No ifs.... second guessing. Jumping full in, hmm?” “Jumping full in, baby… don’t hurt me.” “Never that, Pooh… I want you to do something for me, k?” “Uh hmmm,” I moaned. “Cum for the Don, k?” God.
Yeah, we doing whatever you want, Pooh… you said you wanna read all day and get fucked while doing it.” “Sir, I never said that.” I placed the book down and climbed into his lap, and he wrapped his arms around me.
“I’m trying to see if you are cinnamon roll material… hmm. You have some qualities.”
“I get it, bitch… damn. You and Don are both freaked out… got it.”
“Don’t get no damn ideas, Avril, either.” My father laughed, and she slapped him. “I drive trains, not flip bricks.”
“Anymore,” my mother muttered, thinking I didn’t hear the words that left her mouth. I’ve always felt like my parents had a different life than the caseworker and the MTA worker.
“Don’t do that.” “What?” “Act like you didn’t see the message… speak yo’ shit, Pooh.” I looked at him. “Why is she texting you if this is over?” “Ask her.”
“I don’t know how to do that soft shit,” he said low, his voice almost breaking. “I want to try with you, Pooh.”
“Hmm… got this billionaire open off me, huh? Not bad for a girl from Nostrand Ave.”
“Can’t have forever without honesty. She don’t need to know everything, but if you thinking of marriage, she should know what her last name means.”
The minute you showed me you didn’t give a fuck, I could show you how much I really never gave a fuck.
“She slow, and the quicker you all realize that shit you wouldn’t have to give her space,” Menace finally spoke. “They that important that you want me to meet them?”
Beans choked in the corner. “You making her part owner of the team her ex-nigga is gonna play for… you, my nigga, are built different.” He clapped his hands.
“Nothing. I just find it very interesting that she is willing to give up a meal ticket. Aborting a billionaire’s baby is very unheard of.”
“She has an appointment to get her tubes tied when she gets the abortion. Not trying to let her go through with that, not when it’s easier for me to prevent us having babies.”
“Landon, that is the sweetest thing a man could do for a woman. The fact that you care that much for her, not wanting her to go through another procedure, is sweet.”
“Well, yeah, we all can’t have everything that we want. If it’s meant for me to be in love and have that life, then I’ll wait for God to tell me.” “Or Allah.” She smirked. “Stop talking to Gerald.”
“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.”
“Really? Like handled them just like that?” I crossed my legs, while sitting on his lap, fully intrigued. “Like pull the gun out and handle ‘em for me, Daddy?” “Navy, the fuck? This ain’t one of your fucking books,” he tickled me, and I busted out laughing, thinking of all the books I read when the MMC was about that life, and here I was sitting on the lap of one.
“Sex different when you in love… shit feel magical,”
“You gonna be nervous like this when you come down the aisle to me?”
“Probably. Marriage is a big thing. Considering you haven’t even asked me to be your wife… so pump your breaks. I’m still considering this gift you want to give my family.”
Never have to repay your man for taking care of you.”
“Sorry, Mens… Kora told me to join you all for dinner… apparently you have some big news.” “Why would you call me a liar, Kennedy?” Kora questioned, with her arms folded. “You asked if Don was busy, and I said we were having dinner, and you invited yourself. You’re considered family, so I knew he wouldn’t mind.” Kora cleared up what Kennedy had said.
“Why don’t you wanna fuck me anymore, Uncle Landon?”
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.
“Then what the hell is going on, because I’m ten minutes from pulling my baby girl out of this.”
Navy’s parents looked confused. “No worries, we sell pussy for a living,” Stevie informed them. Her father nodded. “Cool… pussy sell like that?” “You’d be surprised at the amount of money men will drop for pussy,” Zoya replied, and stood up from the table.
