PPP Box Set

by Charmanie Saquea

  Yo bro, it’s about time you have that conversation with ol girl if you serious about her. Ari pressed me about how she feels you dissing her and shit. If shorty worth you being with her, she gonna ride. If she not, she’ll dip and that would be doing you a favor. So just let her know fam. I’m going to bed though. Nigga don’t over sleep and make us miss the flight.

  As much as I didn’t want to admit it, Ty was right. I wasn’t saying I wanted to marry shorty or nothing like that, but I did want to be with her. If Skye wanted to be with me, she was going to understand, and if she didn’t, it was whatever. Chicks come and go so that’s something I would never stress about. It didn’t change the fact that I wanted it to be her though. I knew what I had to do. I scrolled through the phone book on my phone till I found her name. I contemplated on calling her, but opted out and decided to just text her.

  Wassup beautiful? You probably sleep and shit, so I hope this don’t wake you up. But I just wanted to apologize about how I been handling shit lately. I wanna see you tomorrow and talk to you. If you with that, come pick me up from JFK. Our flight gets in at 2:00pm. If you not there, I’ll know what it is. Goodnight ma, sleep tight.

  Something told me Skye would be there. The feeling that came over me made me smile. I was still trying to figure out what it was about shorty that had me ready to break all the rules and let her in. That’s the last thing I thought about before I fell asleep.

  Chapter Six

  Skye

  I hated the fact that I couldn’t sleep when the sun was shining in my room. For some reason, I kept forgetting to close my blinds before I went to bed. I looked at the time; it was only 9 o’clock in the morning. It was Sunday and I had absolutely nothing to do.

  “Thank you Mr. Sun!” I said out loud to no one.

  I let out a huge sigh before grabbing my phone. My morning ritual was to check missed calls and text messages as soon as I got up. Although I was pissed, I still smiled as I read the text message from Cameron. He wanted me to pick him up from the airport at 2:00 so we could talk. I don’t know if it was curiosity or me just genuinely wanting to see him; maybe a bit of both. Regardless of the reason, I formulated in my brain that I was going to pick him up for sure. I sat my phone down and headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth and shower. While I was in the shower, I decided to sing Olivia’s “Walk away.” I knew I had a voice that only a mother would cheer on, which is why I was singing in the shower with no one else around. I laughed out loud, thinking about what anyone would say if they heard me singing.

  After my shower, I dried off and headed to the kitchen to find some food, naked. I was comfortable in my skin, plus I was home alone, so who did I need to cover up for? I searched through the refrigerator for something that was already cooked, because I didn’t feel like making anything. I spotted a salad that I had from yesterday and did my happy dance; which was similar to Michael Jackson’s moon walk. I grabbed the salad and a bottle of water before sitting down at the island and getting my grub on.

  Man, that salad hit every spot possible. I must have been really hungry because that salad tasted like a full course meal. My tummy was satisfied and it was time to get my life as Tamar Braxton liked to say. I headed back to my bedroom and fixed the bed before heading into my walk in closet. I searched through the racks that held my jeans and settled for a pair of black Burberry jeans.

  “Simple enough,” I thought to myself.

  I shifted a handful of hangers to the other side, and the first shirt I laid eyes on was a black Burberry sweater.

  “Today is going to be a good day.” I said out loud.

  It was rare that I was ever able to decide on an outfit that fast. Maybe because I wasn’t trying to be extremely fancy, since I was only going to pick up ol boy from the airport. I applied lotion to my skin before putting on my panties and bra, and then got dressed. I needed something to do to waste time since their flight wouldn’t be getting in until 2:00. I glanced at my textbook and sighed; might as well get some studying done since I had free time.

  ****

  I arrived at the airport at twenty minutes until two. I expected there to be way more traffic than it was. It’s cool though, and I sent Cameron a text letting him know where I was parked, and sat back and listened to music. A little bit after two, I saw Ariana, Cameron, and Ty headed towards my car. I had to admit, I got a little bit happy seeing him. I missed him, even though I didn’t want to admit it. When they got close, I hit the button on my door that unlocked the other doors so they could hop in. As soon as Cameron was seated, he leaned over and kissed me. I wasn’t surprised, but what did surprise me was the fact that I didn’t pull away. I wanted to be mad at him, but my mind wouldn’t let me.

  “Hey guys, Ty where am I taking you?” I turned around and waited for him to answer.

  The look he gave me said I should already know the answer.

  “Never mind, Arianna house it is.”

  We all laughed as I pulled off.

  ****

  After dropping Ariana and Ty off, Cameron and I grabbed some food from Amy Ruth’s uptown, and headed to my place. I was really anxious to know what he wanted to talk about. It better have been good because at that point, I was ready to chalk whatever we had going on up, and leave it at friends; or just don’t deal with each other at all. At least that’s what I was trying to make myself believe.

  When we got in the house, we wasted no time. We headed straight to the kitchen, washed our hands, and started on our food. I guess that salad wasn’t the full course meal I imagined it to be, because in my head I was singing ‘R.I.P I’m about to kill this food’ in my best young Jeezy voice. That made me chuckle to myself.

  “What you smiling about?”

  Oops, he saw me.

  “Nothing, but wassup?” I asked as I scooped up spoonful of rice.

  “I don’t really want to ruin the moment right now.”

  Cameron didn’t even bother looking up at me while he was talking. That’s that bullshit; what was he hiding? A chick? A baby? Was he gay? All of the above? What the fuck? Now my mind was racing a mile a minute, and I was trying to catch up with it so I could formulate what I needed to say next.

  “Cameron!”

  I didn’t shout, but I said his name as stern as I possibly could, because he needed to hear and understand the seriousness in my tone. I guess he heard it because he finally had the balls to look me in my face.

  “Say whatever it is that you need to say.”

  He sighed, dropping his shoulders a little bit. I mean damn what could be so bad? He acting like he was about to tell me he killed my puppy or some shit.

  “Aight, Skye look, this is not easy for me. I never felt like I wanted to have the type of relationship with a female, where I would need to tell her the shit I'm about to tell you.”

  Cameron paused, I hoped he wasn’t waiting for me to respond, because I had nothing to say until he got whatever it is off his chest.

  “I’m really feeling you. I mean, I’m sure you know that but at the same time I haven’t really been doing my best to show you that. I want to though.”

  That nigga could really beat around the bush. To say I was uninterested in the pre-pep talk would be being nice. Like get to the point already.

  “I haven’t been completely honest with you, but I haven’t been dishonest either. I would just say that I been omitting information.”

  I could never have prepared myself for what Cameron said to me next. Like really dude? A drug dealer, or supplier, whatever his position was in the whole thing? That’s not something you keep from your girl. I don’t know if it was just me, but I would want to know if it was a possibility that a nigga would kidnap me or worse, just because of my association with you. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not one to judge; I say get it how you live by all means, but just keep it real with me. To think that this nigga was preaching that I’m a real nigga, I’m a different breed shit. Nah bro, you the same. What do I even say to that shit? Part of me wante
d to kick the nigga out, but part of me wanted to be there; to be with him. I was built to handle that, I knew that for sure. My only worry was would it be worth it.

  “Can you say something? Anything, even if you just wanna yell.”

  Hearing his voice turned me away from the rant that was taking place in the back of my mind.

  “Cameron, what do you want me to say?”

  If he wanted to hear me say it was okay, I wouldn’t hold my breath if I was him, because this shit wasn’t okay in the least bit.

  “Anything, Skye.”

  I looked him in the eyes, which I should not have done. Seeing how sincere Cameron could be when talking to me always made me weak, and forget why I was ever mad. Unfortunately for him, it wouldn’t be that easy this time.

  “I mean, it is what is. How do you manage? I mean you really living a double life. To think, I thought this shit only happened in movies. Let me be clear though, I’m not mad because of the things you’re involved in, Cameron. I’m mad because you didn’t keep it real with me. I mean, I understand that some things you’re not at liberty to discuss with me, but to just keep me totally in the dark? That wasn’t fair. It’s been almost four months that we been kicking it, Cameron, and I was always honest and upfront with you. Why couldn’t you be the same way with me?”

  That was a rhetorical question, because I didn’t want to hear his excuses. I was happy that guy was smart, because he didn’t even fix his lips to give me any.

  “I’m ready. I’m willing to tell you whatever you want to know. I want us to work, Skye. I really want to see where this could go.”

  I couldn’t deny the fact that I wanted the same thing. I would only be lying to myself, so I listened.

  Chapter Seven

  Matt

  I was glad those niggas were out of my city. I almost couldn’t control the urge to kill them the minute I picked them up from the airport. I would have fucked the bitch first; she was cute. Ultimately, I would have had to kill her ass too though. I couldn’t stand that nigga Cam. I don’t give a fuck if he my brother or not, it ain’t like he knows he is. Our bitch ass father Hassan kept me a secret because he already had his little man. Ty, on the other hand was collateral damage; he had to get it just because he was so close to Cam. It was fucked up because he was actually a cool dude. Oh well though, it’s just the way the cookie crumbled.

  I sat back smoking my blunt, and listening to music. I was in my zone. Shit was coming together nicely. It’s fucked up that shit had to go this way, but desperate times called for desperate measures. I remembered the shit like it was yesterday man. I was in like 7th grade or some shit, and my mom’s had lost her job; shit was rough. It had always been me and her. I never met my dad, and as far as I was concerned the nigga was dead. So when my mother told me we were moving to New York so that my dad could help us out and shit, I was shocked. I was mad at first because he wasn’t there all them years, but at the same time it felt good, like I was finally getting the piece of me back that was missing. I was a naïve ass little nigga.

  When we got to New York, one of my grandmother’s friends had got us a room in a shelter. A FUCKING SHELTER! At that time I didn’t feel anyway about it, because like I said, we were in a fucked up place. So, I was thankful just to have a roof over my head. All that changed on the day I met my father, though. He rolled up to the park that he met me and my mother at, in a decked out ass Benz. The nigga had security and shit, so I knew he had to be that nigga out here. I was young, but I grew up in the Bluff; one of the most dangerous places in Atlanta. To say my hood had a high crime rate would be putting it lightly. I was on game from a young’n, so his swag and demeanor told me what he was about before he even opened his mouth.

  Here I was a little nigga, getting a little hype that my pops was somebody, and not just some weak ass dude; until he said the words that changed my life forever.

  “What the fuck you call me for? Why did you even come back to NY?”

  Just reliving the moment made me cringe. I remember them arguing back and forth for a good thirty minutes and not once during that time did he acknowledge me. He tossed my mother a hundred dollar bill and bounced.

  That was the last time I saw or even spoke to him for a while. She had finally got this waitressing job, and we were able to afford a decent place. It wasn’t in the best area and she wanted me to have a fighting chance, so she sent me to school across town. That’s where I met Cam and Ty. I was a bum nigga; couldn’t make friends for shit, and chicks didn’t wanna be bothered. The ones who did, only spoke because they felt bad for me. One day, Cam and Ty rolled up on me in the locker room before gym and gave me two duffel bags full with brand new gear; fly shit too. From that moment on, we hung tough. I had no idea that Cam was my brother, although I looked at him as such because of the way he and Ty held me down.

  It wasn’t until we graduated that I found out who he was. After he crossed the stage receiving his diploma, I watched him run to his family. There was my bitch ass sperm donor. I didn’t say anything though, until I got home that night and told my mother. That’s when she finally told me the whole story about her and my dad. She was one of his workers; took trips up and down the 95 transporting drugs and money. One night they were drunk and fucked, and nine months later, there I was. My mother knew he had a wife and she had given birth to her son just a few months prior, so she didn’t want to stir up any beef. My mother wasn’t the confrontational type. She reached out to my pops, who gave her fifty thousand dollars and told her to bounce. She felt it wouldn’t be smart to go against him, so she left and never looked back.

  It was summer time, and I would be in high school come fall. I heard rumors around how Cam and Ty were doing little jobs for our pops and shit, so I felt like he should let me get down. I mean, I was entitled to everything Cam was entitled to, only difference was I didn’t want shit for free. I didn’t even want to be acknowledged as his son; just a little job to keep myself fly and entertain my lady friends. I had to be patient though, because I couldn’t just run up to him at any given time. Luckily for me, Cam and I ended up playing in the same summer league, and I caught up with our pops after one of the games. That nigga gave me one hundred dollars and told me to go cop the new Jordan’s.

  At that moment, the resentment I had for him exploded. I didn’t know how to control my anger so I started acting out. I linked with some niggas I met in Cypress and started getting into all type of shit. That’s when my grandmother got sick, and I had to move back to Atlanta. I kept in touch with my Cypress niggas though; that’s how I found out they were beefing with Cam and his team. My nigga Man and them had the upper hand because they had an inside man. Shit, sounded like an easy come up for me. All my ill feelings resurfaced, and of course I agreed to get down. You hear people preach that woman scorned shit; but what about a little boy, neglected and rejected by his own father? Fuck being scorned, I was out for blood!

  Chapter Eight

  Skye

  Since the heart to heart Cameron and I had the other night, things had been great. I really didn’t have any complaints. Other than the few nights after Rick’s funeral, he made more time for me, and made it his business to have breakfast and dinner with me every single day. Most people would probably say we were moving extremely fast, but good thing we weren’t most people. We were grown, and knew what we wanted. I didn’t see a problem with that. We were becoming closer and closer by the minute. He did a complete 360 in terms of being honest and not disappearing. The lines of communication for us were open and clear. When he was in the street he even checked in, on some “Baby just letting you know I’m safe” type shit. Oh, let’s not forget, the sex was immaculate.

  I sat up in the bed and looked over at Cameron; he was sleeping peacefully, but wouldn’t be for long though. I made a mental note to thank him for being a back sleeper. It made what I had plans for much easier. I pulled the covers back, slid off my Victoria Secret thong and straddled him. He didn’t budge… Damn, he could sle
ep through anything. I didn’t feel defeated yet. I leaned over and planted soft kisses on his chest, rubbing his abs in the process. I worked my way up and kissed his lips before softly nibbling on his lips. I felt him palm my ass and he opened his eyes.

  In between kisses he managed to get out “Why… you… stealing… kisses?”

  I didn’t consider it stealing, those lips were already mine. Before I could respond, he turned over, putting me on my back. I loved the aggressiveness that came out of him when we had sex. Shit turned me all the way on. Cameron nibbled on my left nipple while he played with the other.

  “Mmm, baby.”

  The throbbing I felt between my legs was becoming unbearable, and it was like my body was yearning for him. He knew that, but he wasn’t about to give me what I wanted so easy; he rarely ever did. Cameron put one of my legs over his shoulder as his kissed down the center of my stomach, to my inner thigh. My body jerked when I felt him slip his tongue into my leaking opening. Shit felt too good. The way he worked his tongue felt like he was spelling his name on my shit; marking his territory I guess, but a chick wasn’t complaining. He penetrated me with two fingers as he nibbled and sucked on my clit simultaneously. I couldn’t take it. At that point I was trying to scoot away from his mouth, but he wasn’t having it. Cameron pulled down on my thighs to hold me in place.

  “Stop… trying… to… get… away.” He said in between sucks.

  I felt pressure start to build within me, and knew a climax was coming. I grabbed his head and held it as my legs began to shake.

  “Fuckkkk, I’m cumin baby.” I let out a long hard breath as I released all on his tongue.

  Like the good nigga he was, Cameron cleaned up his mess; licked and slurped every drop of my juices. That nigga had a sexy as smirk on his face as he stood up and came out his briefs before lying back on the bed.

  “Come ride daddy.”