You Ain't My Type

by Nicole Jackson

  “Ahh, yeah,” he panted, as he hit it hard, before his back stiffened.

  “Ooh, yeah,” Rye fake-moaned, thankful that he was done.

  “That’s right,” he boasted, as he pulled his dick out of her, and slapped her ass with it.

  “Oh, God,” she breathed, as she crawled away from him.

  “I wore that ass out, huh?” he teased, as he glanced back at his cell vibrating on the nightstand.

  “It’s been ringing this whole time,” she pointed out, wanting him to know that she hadn’t missed a thing.

  “Yea, yea,” he waved her off, before grabbing his cell.

  “Whatever,” she grumbled, as she stomped to the bathroom with her own cell in tow. Slamming the door behind her, she pretended to be pissed.

  Truthfully, she’d stopped caring a year ago. She’d been with Tori since she was eighteen and he was twenty-five. Of course, her parents didn’t know his age, until they’d been together for over a year. Then right after her parents met his, and soon after their business/friendship was established. It wasn’t long before Tori’s cheating became blatant. He’d have women literally popping up at his apartment, while she was there. There was never any plausible explanation, and she grew tired of the fussing and fighting. So, she decided to date outside of the relationship. No, she didn’t share this information with Tori, because she felt that he didn’t deserve the truth. Still, eventually he caught wind to her creeping, and cried like a baby after. That’s when all the promises of cleaning up his act came into play, but his good behavior never lasted. And she was perfectly okay with that. Deep down, she had a thing for brothers with a little thug in them, and would quench her thirst with side action from time to time.

  Standing in front of the mirror, completely naked, she studied her nakedness. Seeing herself was arousing, as her perky breasts stood at attention, while she thought of the last time she’d been fucked properly. A smile gradually graced her face, as she thought of him. Lifting her phone, she scanned through her contacts, until she found Big Green Eyed Monster Dick.

  “Yesss, let me call this nigga up,” she spoke to herself. She knew that it was random, and she hadn’t spoken to him in God knows when, but she knew that he kept late hours. Therefore, without thinking, she attempted to facetime him.

  A few rings later, someone picked up.

  “Heeey,” Rye shimmied her bouncy breasts into the camera.

  “What the fuck is this?”

  “Ooh, shit,” Rye exhaled, as she realized that some chick had picked up the call.

  “Ooh, shit is right,” the pretty girl snapped. “The fuck are you doing calling my man with no fucking clothes on?”

  So, he has a girlfriend now? I thought that he was the noncommittal type. “Is he really your man?” she decided to antagonize.

  “Am I really about to screen shot your thot ass and have you all over the Gram?”

  “Okay, well, if you’re gonna do all that, make sure that you get my good side.” She struck a pose.

  “Bitch, you think you funny, huh? But you better not ever let see me your ass on the streets. I’ma knock your fuckin’ head off, on sight.”

  “Okay,” Rye taunted, poking out her bottom lip. “But by any chance could you tell your man to send me one last dick pic? Please.”

  “Bitch, suck my bloody pussy!”

  “Aww, don’t be that way,” she playfully whined as the call was ended. Glancing up at the mirror she shrugged. “Oh well. Another one bites the dust.” She deleted his number out of her phone. Although, she’d had fun with the girlfriend, she didn’t screw other people’s men, no matter what. “Damn, I’m gonna miss that dick. It’s always the big ones. Bitches stay trying to lock ‘em down.”

  ***

  Bush Intercontinental Airport was busy as hell, so Rye and Tori were grateful that they’d gotten there early and were now just waiting on their flight to begin boarding. Rye was geeked. They were headed to Los Angeles and it was her first time visiting. For Tori, this was business. He was flying out to court a UCLA prolific NFL prospect. Every agent around was after Jeremy Wiltz Junior, and he was hoping to have the hometown advantage. Jeremey was from Houston, and they knew several of the same people. In fact, it was through a friend who knew Jeremy’s father that Tori was able to contact him. And now he was hoping that the small degrees of separation would work in his favor.

  “Damn, I’m nervous,” he verbally admitted. “Signing Jeremy would be huge for my career. I’m talking new house, and cars. They’re saying that he’s gonna be the number two or three pick in the draft.”

  Rye sighed, as she bounced her right foot, while staring at her phone. “You’ve said that a thousand times,” she yawned, wishing he’d shut the hell up.

  He stared at the side of her face, but she never even realized it, as she scrolled through the explorer section of Instagram. Checking out a photo of a group of young guys on a yacht, it was hash tagged BraxtonBoys, Ourlifestyle. Lifting a brow, she recognized a couple faces, including the Jaylen character. He was standing shirtless, body all chiseled, and inked up, while he held up a bottle of Moet. A person who’d disrespected her had never been more attractive, as she struggled to find one negative thing to point out. Not being able to help herself, she clicked on his page. Then as she continued to scroll, she began to wonder what the hell those guys did for a living. They were seemingly on one trip after another or driving cars that were worth more than her parents’ home. And every time they went out clubbing, they were posing with high-profile celebrities from Diddy to Drake.

  One video caught her attention, as she played it without the sound. Jaylen was on South Beach simply wearing Hilfiger briefs and swimming trunks. He was licking his soft pink lips, as someone tossed a football his way. As he caught the ball, she could see the muscles in his stomach and arms contracting. Watching his bowlegs run through the sand had her mesmerized, as she unconsciously slid her tongue across her teeth.

  “Hellloooo.” Tori waved, interrupting her thoughts. “You didn’t hear what I said?”

  “I’m sorry. Huh?” she bucked her eyes.

  He frowned. “The fuck are you looking at on that phone?”

  Thinking quickly, she pressed the back button a few times, before he snatched her cell out of her hands. Staring at the screen he just saw random posts in the explorer section.

  She sucked her teeth. “Boy, you so fucking nosy.” She took her phone back.

  He cut his eyes at her. “Let me find out.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Find out what?”

  He slowly shook his head. “Just know, man. I’m watching you.”

  She shrugged. “Well, keep watching. I aint mad at ya.”

  ***

  After landing safely in L.A. Rye and Tori hopped into a rented Range Rover, and headed to their hotel. As he drove to the Ritz Carlton, he attempted to dial up Jeremy. With the call on Bluetooth, Rye heard when he finally picked.

  “What’s up, Tori?” he questioned with plenty of ruckus in the background.

  “Hey, man, I’m just letting you know that I’ve landed. Mr. Chow’s at eight, right?”

  “Uh…” Jeremey hesitated. “Yeah, it’s still at eight, but I gotta let you know. I got my people with me, so it’s more than I originally told you.”

  Tori tightened his jaw. “More people, you say? Like how many?”

  “Hell, man, I’m not sure. It’s a whole bunch of us. I mean, it’s cool, right? Or we could just reschedule…”

  “No, no,” Tori immediately spoke up. “The more the merrier. We’ll be there at eight.”

  “Okay, cool.” The call ended.

  Tori’s nostrils flared, as he slammed his fist against the steering wheel. “Fuck, man! I flew out here to talk fucking business, and he’s trying to fucking party with his friends. How the hell am I gonna offer a legitimate pitch, if he has everybody and their mamas with him?”

  Rye grabbed his shoulder. “Tori, calm down. Aren’t we here for a week?”
/>   He slowly nodded, while exhaling loudly. “We are.”

  “Okay, then. Consider today the beginning. You have the rest of the week to woo him. Besides, I’ve read up on this Jeremy guy. He seems rather intelligent. So, perhaps his actions are calculated. Maybe he wants to see how you’ll react to certain situations. Or he may have his friends around to get their opinions about you. I mean, I know there’s several other agents he’s currently considering.”

  He mulled it over. “You might be right.”

  She smiled lightly, appreciative of him actually listening to her. “And I think that you should take the laid-back approach at the dinner. Come in, be cordial, and scope things out. Be polite and approachable. Engage. But don’t over-talk. That’ll give you time to assess who you’re dealing with, and offer Jeremy a certain level of comfort.”

  “Okay, okay.” He nodded, grabbing her hand, and interlocking their fingers. “I feel everything you just said.” He lifted her hand, kissing the back of it. “That’s why you’re my baby. Keeping my head right. I love that shit. That’s why I’ma marry you one day.”

  Her heart skipped a beat. It had been a while since she’d felt any emotions for Tori. She’d told herself that it didn’t matter one way or another. She swore that she didn’t care, but a small piece of her still did. And now, she was thinking that maybe this trip was what they needed to bridge the gap, and finally get back tight.

  ***

  “Could you stop it?” Rye giggled, as she clutched her booty.

  “You shouldn’t have worn this dress. My god, that ass,” Tori swooned, as he trekked up behind her. “I said pull out your little black dress, but man…”

  Rye confidently strutted through the restaurant. She knew that she was bringing it with her black fitted partially backless BCBG dress. She was really killing it in her mama’s Red Bottoms, and was thankful that she’d been able to sneak them out of her closet. Then her hands had to be blessed by god, as her frontal looked like it had sprouted from the roots of her scalp.

  Keeping it trendy, Tori rocked Balmain, wanting to give off a relaxed casual look. However, underneath the surface he was still a nervous wreck. He couldn’t pretend that this wasn’t a career defining moment, and was praying that nothing went wrong.

  Together the couple approached the huge round table, as the host served as the guide. Rye swallowed hard, as she immediately noticed the dudes Lil’ Jahrein and Lil’ Jaylen from the club.

  “The world can’t be this damn small,” she mumbled to herself. She was literally states away from Texas, and was still running into the same guys again. What were the odds?

  Eyeing her, Jaylen discreetly elbowed Lil’ Jahrein, before leaning over to speak into his ear.

  Jeremy gazed the couple’s way, along with everyone else there at the table, and smiled.

  “What’s up, man?” he greeted Tori.

  Tori smirked, as he reached over, shaking his hand. He then proceeded to shake the other seven people’s hands, before grabbing a seat, with Rye right beside him.

  “So, this your girl, man?” Jeremy probed, while the beautiful girl seated next to him looked on curiously.

  Tori cleared his throat. “Oh, oh, yeah, I’m sorry. This is my girl, Rye.”

  Jeremy nodded. “Nice to meet you, Rye.”

  Rye politely smiled. “Like wise.”

  “That’s what’s up. Now, let me get these introductions out of the way,” Jeremy began. “This ugly broad next to me is my girl, my headache, and my heart all wrapped into one. Jhyrah.” The girl next to him merely rolled her eyes, causing everyone else to laugh. Jhyrah was utterly breathtaking, so anyone with two eyes knew that he was kidding. “The chick next to her is her chicken-head friend Josairah. The dude next to her is her boyfriend Jahrein, who is also Jhyrah’s brother. Next to Jahrein is his cousin Lil’ Jaylen. Next to Lil’ Jaylen is their uncle Jalero, with his crazy ass. Then next to yall is my twin’s date. I forgot her name,” Jeremy dismissively waved off. “And the man sitting directly next to me is clearly my ugly twin, Jared. We’re identical, but I look better,” he playfully boasted.

  Rye scanned over all the faces, quickly concluding that everyone there was rather attractive. The girls that Jeremy had identified as Jhyrah and Josairah were equally stunning. The chick with his twin was a looker, but Rye deducted points, because her high-yellow ass resembled a girl back in high school who’d messed with her boyfriend. Each guy at the table was handsome, including the twins. She just hated how Jaylen glanced her way with a cocky grin on his face, probably recollecting back to the time he’d cussed her out.

  “So,” Jhyrah, Jeremy’s girlfriend spoke up chipperly. “Where are yall from?” she questioned with a thick southern twang in her voice.

  “Houston,” both Rye and Tori answered simultaneously.

  “Oh, okay. H-tine in the house,” Jhyrah boasted. “What side of town are yall from?”

  Tori relaxed in his chair. “I grew up in Pearland.”

  Rye nodded. “For the most part I grew up in Pearland too, but I was born on the north side, in Trinity Garden.”

  Disappointedly, Tori poked her thigh underneath the table. He hated how she’d readily associate herself with the ghetto. Nobody needed to hear about her humble beginnings that she really didn’t even remember herself.

  Jhyrah’s eyes brightened. “Girl, you sound like all of us. We were born in the hood, and our parents moved us out while we were little. But I can still vividly remember living in the projects.”

  Jeremy jokingly sucked his teeth. “Girl, stop it. You know you don’t remember that shit.”

  Jhyrah smiled. “How are you gonna tell me what I remember? I still remember when we was in Fifth Ward, on your granny’s porch, and you asked me to be your girlfriend when I was five. So, don’t tell me what I remember.”

  The guys all chuckled.

  “Aww, Jeremy, I knew you was a sucker for love,” Jahrein teased.

  Jaylen pursed his lips. “Nigga, like you aint. You can’t even go on a lil’ trip without Josairah’s ass.”

  Josairah fluttered those long lashes over her cat green eyes. “Jaylen, why do you sound like a hater, right now?”

  Jaylen sucked his teeth. “Girl, watch out.”

  Rye ignored Tori glaring at her. “So, is everyone here from Houston?”

  Jared’s, Jeremy’s twin, date lifted her hand. “I’m not. I’m a L.A. native.”

  “Oh,” Rye poked out her bottom lip. “Okay.”

  “And I know Jahrein is from the H,” Tori added, attempting to brush off Rye’s pointless banter. “I told you to hit me up, whenever you’re ready to enter that NBA draft,” he finessed, knowing that Jahrein was a huge basketball prospect. He’d tried like hell to pinpoint a time and place to talk about the possibilities, but his mother was determined to play momager, insisting that his services weren’t necessary.

  Jahrein nodded. “I’ma keep that in mind.”

  “Yeah, so…” Tori got out, before he was interrupted.

  “Aye, we need to order soon, cause I still gotta get ready for the club,” Jaylen interjected.

  Jhyrah shook her head. “Ole bopping ass nigga. Always trying to go out.”

  Jaylen shrugged. “Whatever. I gotta make the most out of my time here. You forget that we don’t live here full-time like you do.”

  Rye bit her bottom lip. “Speaking of which. How is it living out here in L.A.?”

  Jeremey took the liberty of answering. “Shit, living away from home is hard. If it wasn’t for the fact that I came here with my brother and Josairah my freshmen year, I don’t think I would’ve made it. Josairah eventually moved back home, because she and Jahrein had a baby. But Jhyrah came, making sure that I stayed.”

  Rye lifted a brow. “Jhyrah, you came here to be with your boo…I mean, if you don’t mind me asking.”

  Jhyrah shrugged. “It’s cool, and to answer your question; yes. Me and Jeremy decided what colleges we wanted to attend together. So, even though,
he’s older I applied for colleges when he did. I had acceptance letters my junior year. We knew what we wanted to do, and it happened.”

  “Okay. The distance wasn’t an issue?” Rye pried.

  “No, not really. I mean, we missed each other, and even broke up for two days,” Jhyrah explicated, causing everyone to titter.

  “Jhyrah, two days? I mean, really?” Josairah sniggled.

  “What?” Jhyrah lifted her hands. “That was the longest two days of my life.”

  Rye giggled. “It was that bad? What did he do?”

  Tori shook his head at Rye’s refusal to shut the hell up. Nobody told her to come there and dominate the conversation. Besides, who really gave a damn about how long people had been screwing each other?

  “He basically went a whole semester without coming home. We only saw each other like ten times, cause I had to come out here and pretend to visit Josairah,” Jhyrah recalled.

  “Hey,” Josairah gasped. “I thought that you really missed me.”

  “Yeah, yeah.” Jhyrah waved her off. “I was just paying you back for all the times that you spent a night at our house. Remember how you’d creep into Lil’ Jah’s room in the middle of the night? Aint that how you made my nephew?”

  “Nah, I made your nephew in my own apartment,” Josairah shot back.

  Rye was tickled by their candidness.

  Jhyrah smiled, as she studied her. “You know, for some reason it feels like I’ve known you forever.” She squinted. “You even favor my cousin a lil’ bit. Yall, don’t she look like Keyasia?”

  “Girl, you tripping…wait a minute,” Josairah commented, narrowing her eyes. “I do see it a little. I mean, she got them dimples like yall.”

  Jaylen sucked his teeth. “Every cute broad aint related to us, Jhyrah.”

  Jhyrah cut her eyes at him. “Nigga, speak for yourself. You got a whole mama, and her side of the family is fucked off. But all sides of my family are gorgeous.”

  Jalero chuckled quietly. “Niece, you stay on Chantel’s ass, with your messy self.”

  Jaylen lifted his chin. “Say, yall gon get off my mama.”