“Yep.”
“How did that happen?”
Lea grinned sneakily. “I was kicking it with Jaylen’s cousin, Terio. That nigga is something else, but that’s a whole other story.”
Rye slid her tongue across her teeth. “So, what was DeAndra doing?”
“She was dancing, mingling, and in Jaylen’s face every chance she got.”
Rye’s jaw tightened. “And he was entertaining her?”
“Not per say. She kept doing little shit to get his attention, but that nigga was focused on partying. I aint gonna lie, it was girls there who were supposed to be related to him, and they had the section rocking. I found myself twerking with them, especially the girl who invited you to that party we went to. So, I wasn’t watching every move they made, but I don’t think Jaylen was worried about that girl. And your sister didn’t leave the club with him, so---”
Rye sucked her teeth. “That don’t mean shit. They could’ve very well linked after the club.”
“Nah, I know for a fact that didn’t happen.”
“How?” Rye scowled, as she unconsciously rubbed her belly.
“Bitch, you are pregnant pregnant,” Lea giggled. “Hearing about baby daddy with your sister got that stomach twisting in knots, huh?”
“Just tell me how you know for a fact, damn it,” Rye snapped.
“Okay,” Lea uttered with a hint of laughter lingering in her voice. “I know because basically the whole section left the club and went straight to Onyx,” she referred to a popular strip club. “They had a party bus. We was there, until the sun came up. From there, we all went to the Breakfast Klub and had brunch. After that, everybody went back to Jaylen’s house. Girl, I aint never seen people party like them. Some muthafuckas were still turnt and went for a swim, while a bunch of niggas stayed up, shooting dice. Eventually, Jaylen fell asleep on his recliner, while he was texting some girl, cussing her out, cause she wouldn’t answer the phone for him.” She gave Rye a knowing look.
Rye fluttered her lashes. “Why was yall fucking with that man’s phone?”
“That was Jahrein Junior’s messy ass. He used Jaylen’s thumb print to unlock the screen. They were planning to pull a prank, while he was sleeping with his mouth wide open. He was gonna record it on Jaylen’s phone, and just stumbled across the messages. That’s when I saw exactly how stubborn you are. Why you didn’t tell me that he’d apologized in his texts, and had been calling you?”
Rye swallowed hard. “Cause that’s my business. And I don’t know how he thinks that somebody is gonna let bygones be bygones when he cusses me out in a text the minute I don’t pick up the phone for him. Talking about fuck me and my Party City wigs.”
Lea roared with laughter.
Rye playfully elbowed her. “Hoe, it aint that funny.”
“Yes, it is,” Lea laughed hysterically. “You got a mouth on you, and he’s the only nigga I ever seen get with your ass. It really takes him to properly check your ass.”
“Whatever.” Rye rolled her eyes.
“But for real,” Lea simmered down. “How many months are you, bitch, and stop lying, talking about you aint pregnant.”
Chapter 20
“You got some damn suckable toes.”
Rye tittered, as she watched Blue massage her feet. “You silly.”
He gazed into her eyes. “I’m serious.”
She shook her head, as she laid back in her bed, while he pampered her. As she was treated like a queen, she patted herself on the back for not listening to Lea. Blue may not have been the guy that everybody knew, but that was cool. Rye enjoyed being the apple of his eye, and deep down, she appreciated the fact that she was probably the hottest chick he’d ever dated. It put things into perspective for them. He went out of his way for her, and she didn’t have to feel vulnerable with him.
For a few weeks they’d been hanging, and he’d been effortlessly putting a smile on her face. In his free time, he’d stop by and hang. They hadn’t done anything sexual, and she was grateful that he never pushed the issue, especially since they’d already had sex in the past.
“This feels so good,” she yawned. “I’ma mess around and fall asleep on your ass.”
“As long as I can sleep with you,” he spoke softly, as his hand inched up her leg.
She lifted her head off a pillow and watched him feel her up. Thinking about how he used to work his tongue on her, her clit thumped. When he reached her panties, she thought that it would open the flood gates, but all she felt was sick to her stomach.
As if on que, her phone vibrated on her nightstand. Picking it up, she glanced at the screen, before sucking her teeth, and rolling her eyes.
Blue shook his head. “You do that every time I come over here. Your ex is still reaching out, huh?”
“My ex? If you’re talking about the guy you last knew me to be with, that’s not him.”
“Ooh, well, who is it, then?”
“Somebody else,” she answered vaguely. She didn’t feel like discussing Jaylen, as his calls became more frequent, although she hadn’t answered any of them. Sometimes the fool would flat out have one-sided conversations in text messages, and her gullible ass would sit and read each and every one. There was a part of her that was flattered by his persistence, but she still hadn’t figured out what to do about them. Hell, now more than ever, she knew that she was biding time, as she carried his child.
“Anyway,” Blue brushed her secretiveness off, as he eased her panties to the side. “Fuck whoever he is. I’m here now.” He eased a finger between her slit.
After feeling him stroke her clit a few times, Rye’s stomach rumbled, forcing her to sit up. “Blue, stop.” She grabbed his wrist. “I can’t do this.”
He looked at her confusingly, as he pulled his hand back. “What’s wrong?”
She took a deep breath. “Look, I like you. I really do. But I can’t sit here and play games with you. The reason I’ve been avoiding sex with you is because I’m pregnant.”
“Well, damn.” He sat completely up. “I wasn’t expecting to hear that.”
She breathed. “Yeah.”
His eyes casted down to the floor. “So, is your baby daddy the nigga who keeps calling you?”
“Yeah.”
He lifted his head and glanced back at her. “Why you’re not with him?”
As Rye readied herself to say something, she thought about it. After some time, she and Jaylen’s beef seemed less significant. Sure, things had become heated, but that was something that transpired in most relationships. Then after what she’d been through with Tori that entire situation was light-weight, and to say that they now had a baby on the way, it definitely felt like something that could be talked out. Stubbornly, Rye had remained firm on being mad. After a while, it was simply easier, so now she felt stupid, and couldn’t bring herself to verbally convey the reason she wasn’t dealing with Jaylen.
“We fell out and stopped speaking,” she answered.
He lifted a brow. “And there’s no chance of yall getting back together?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know, Blue.”
He mulled it over. “Okay, well, let me say this. You being pregnant aint the end of the world…or has to be the end of us. I like you. I’ve been liking you. So, if an opportunity presents itself, I’m on it. I don’t care about you being pregnant. Kids have step-daddies every day, girl.”
She giggled, as she shook her head. “You silly. But I feel where you’re coming from. I’m just glad that we can be on the same page.”
***
“Hey, auntie,” Jhyrah sang into the phone.
Rye laughed. “What did I tell you about calling me that?”
“What? That’s what you are. Don’t be mad at me.”
“Yeah, okay. What’s up?”
“Nothing. I’m just calling to invite you to the party, honey.”
“What party?”
“The muthafuckin’ party of all parties. We’re celebrating Jeremy gettin
g drafted to the Texans, girl!”
“Yeah, I heard. Tell him congratulations. I know you’re hyped.”
“As hell,” Jhyrah boasted. “But anyway, we’re throwing him a celebration at his parents’ house. You have to come. Everybody and their mama is gonna be there, and I plan to get fuuuucked up, do you hear me?”
“Yeah, I feel you,” Rye responded, although she knew that she’d be doing no such thing. “When is it?”
“Next Saturday,” Jhyrah answered, before someone in the background distracted her. “What? Nah, tell them niggas not to bring the extra loose hoes to the party. That goes for Jaylen too. We don’t know that girl like that.”
Hearing that caused Rye’s stomach to do somersaults. “Hello?”
“Oh, my bad, girl. I had to check something, right quick. But yeah, the party is next Saturday at three.”
Rye’s nostrils flared as she fought to keep her composure. “Okay…is it cool if I bring somebody?”
“Yeah, that’s cool.”
“Okay, well, Saturday me and my lil’ boo will definitely be there.”
“Your lil’ boo? Uh-oh, I know that’s right, girl.”
“Umm hmm, I’ll see you then.”
“Okay, auntie. See you then…and bring all the mess you can,” Jhyrah hurriedly whispered, before ending the call.
Rye sat on her bed, holding her cell in her hand. She was fuming, after learning that Jaylen would have some chick at the party. Especially, when he’d just called her less than an hour ago. Nevertheless, she wasn’t going to sweat it, because if nothing else, she knew exactly how to make a man feel her pain.
***
“Bae, I know you said that we were going to your people’s draft celebration, but you didn’t mention that they were already loaded,” Blue commented, as he pulled his new Buick LaSabre up to an enormous posh home.
Rye smirked. “Yeah, Jeremy’s family is pretty well off, from what I know.”
Blue squinted his eyes. “Is his family white or something? Is he adopted?”
She giggled. “Really, Blue? White? What, you don’t know any successful Black people?”
He shrugged. “Marginally. I know several people who’ve gone to school, and work pretty decent jobs, but nothing that would have them living like this.”
“Hey, I feel you. Trust me.” she nodded, realizing that she’d felt the same way when she first pulled up to her dad’s home. And now, she’d visited her sisters’ homes, which were both twice the size of Ray-Ray and Roz’s, of course, she didn’t initially think was possible. Ray-Ray and his associates were caked up, and she was just beginning to get used to witnessing their way of life.
Blue glanced over all the luxury vehicles lining the winding driveway. Up until then, he’d been proud of his new car. Women would compliment him on it, and his boys all mentioned their admiration for it. However, Rye’s car shitted on his, but he’d been cool with that. But the idea of everyone she knew being in a better position than him had him a little uncomfortable, as he questioned if he was good enough for her.
“This is crazy. How do you know them, again?” he questioned.
Rye licked her lips. “Jeremy is my frei…I mean, my niece’s boyfriend.”
“Niece?” he repeated in confusion. “I thought you just had one younger sister? So, how can you have a niece?”
“Yeah,” she hesitated. “There’s some things you don’t know about me. The guy who raised me isn’t my biological dad. So, I have several nieces and nephews through my real daddy. Hell, most of them are my age, and a few are older. And this party is for one of my nieces’ boyfriends.”
“Okay, I got you.” Blue nodded, before thinking about it. "Wait. Is your dad here?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen him in a few days, because he was out of town. So, I didn’t ask, but him being here is a strong possibility.”
Blue grinned. “So, you’re cool with me meeting your pops?”
Rye scratched the side of her neck. In her haste to show Jaylen something, she hadn’t thought about what bringing Blue around family would mean. Or at least seem to mean. “I mean, I guess so…if you’re cool with it.”
“Oh, you know I am,” he spoke with no hesitation.
She tucked her lips into her mouth. “Well, good. Now, come on. Let’s get out.”
Together they eased out of the car, and sauntered up the driveway. Blue’s swag was decent in his True Religion get-up. Rye had coerced him into getting a fresh cut, so his waves were on point. In all, he was pleasing on the eye. As usual, Rye was bringing the heat with her look. Slickly, she’d thrown on a black frilly strapless baby doll dress, which flared out at the bottom. It was the perfect cover for her growing bump. And her motto was always the bigger the hair the smaller the body…appeared, therefore, her curly bundles of virgin weave framed her face, and cascaded down to her ass. Her make-up was flawless, down to her smoky eyeshadow, then her pencil thin stilettos brought a pristine sexiness to the look.
Once they approached the double glass doors in the front of the house, Rye rang the doorbell. After a couple of minutes, someone answered.
“Aye, what’s up?” Jeremy’s daddy greeted them with a smile.
Rye giggled like a little school girl. A small part of her was crushing on the man. Jay Rock was extremely handsome and sexy as hell with his slender cut physique. He was light brown with a baby face. She’d met him back at her Ray-Ray’s and was immediately smitten. He was still in his thirties and could probably pull any girl he wanted. Unfortunately, he was happily married to Jeremy’s gorgeous mama, Paris.
“Hey,” Rye spoke, as she and Blue entered the house.
“How you doing?” Blue shook Jay Rock’s hand.
“I’m good. Welcome to my home,” Jay Rock smiled.
Blue was surprised, because the dude appeared to be super young, and of course, most young Black men he knew weren’t established to this degree.
“This is nice.” He glanced around.
“Appreciate that,” Jay Rock commented humbly, as he led them down a corridor.
Eventually, they stepped into the living room, which was a huge open space with high ceilings. People were scattered everywhere, clearly partying. There was a deejay against the wall, who was spinning music. Everyone was turning up, as they’d literally formed a soul train line in the middle of the room.
Rye found herself laughing as she realized that her sisters Raven and Raquel were the ring leaders, cutting up on the floor. Blue merely smirked, appreciating the lively scene.
Across the room, Jaylen was posted up with his friend Ash. She was a beauty he’d known forever, who’d always come through in the clutch. They’d never been able to move beyond fuck-buddies, but she was cool arm-candy. Wearing a little black dress, she was sexy, as her dark brown skin looked smooth like Godiva chocolate. She was actress Tika Sumpter’s doppelganger and naturally exuded confidence.
“Bae, why you so quiet?” Ash pried, while rubbing his face, as he glared at something across the room.
Jaylen tucked his lips into his mouth, while never breaking his stare.
“Jaylen,” Ash uttered, when he didn’t acknowledge her. “You heard me?”
“Man,” he dragged out. “This bitch got me fucked up,” he chided, before attempting to stomp off.
Ash hastily grabbed his hand. “Where are you going?”
“I’ll be right back. Just chill. Go get a drink or something,” he commanded, before pulling away from her.
Angrily, Jaylen stomped around, searching for Jhyrah. Eventually, he spotted her in the kitchen area, throwing back tequila shots with Josairah’s cousin Daynah.
“Man, what the fuck you got going on?” he wasted no time.
Jhyrah lifted her head and gazed at her cousin confusingly. “What are you talking about?”
“You extending invitations to people and their random niggas?”
Jhyrah narrowed her eyes, still confused. “What?”
“Why
the fuck would you tell anybody they could bring random niggas up here?”
Jhyrah’s mind was hard at work, until it dawned on her. “Ooh, are you talking about Rye and her friend?”
Jaylen was so pissed that he didn’t bother trying to front. “Fucking right.”
Jhyrah giggled. “Boy, bye. Didn’t you bring a whole thot with you?”
He waved her off. “This aint about that broad. I’m talking about that bitch ass nigga she got with her. He gots to go. Tell him to leave, or I will.”
Daynah exploded with laughter. “This nigga is crazy. How is he gonna kick somebody out of your nigga’s party?”
“Exactly,” Jhyrah concurred. “Jaylen, you tripping. Rye is family, and she can bring whoever around. You know that I can’t just dry put her company out. That wouldn’t be cool.”
“I don’t give a fuck what it look like. That nigga gotta go, Jhyrah, before I fuck up this party.”
Jhyrah examined her cousin’s face. She could detect that he was serious and that was shocking within itself. Jaylen was an easygoing cat and they could count on two fingers the amount of times he’d had any form of beef. However, those two times had nothing to do with women. There were simply too many to chose from to ever sweat over one, but clearly something had changed. That much was evident and now Jhyrah knew that she’d vastly underestimated whatever Rye and Jaylen had going on.
“Cousin, I need you to chill out. Rye is our people now. If she was just a friend, I’d let you have your way, but she aint. And I’m not about to make her uncomfortable. Especially, considering the fact that you have somebody with you too.”
“Alright, so if I punch that nigga in his mouth, that’s on you,” Jaylen offered, before stomping off.
Both Jhyrah and Daynah turned to look at each other, before speaking in unison. “Biiiitchhhh.”
Rye was now standing near where the soul train line had assembled, with Blue standing at her side. She’d already introduced him to anyone she knew, before they’d gone right back to partying. She was a little envious, because everyone was guzzling down premium liquor and for obvious reasons she couldn’t.
Lowkey, she was rocking to the beat of the music, but was keeping it modest. If she got to moving too much, her dress would press against her stomach, telling all her business. Meanwhile, Blue became caught up. He’d check out their surroundings before fixing his gaze on Rye. She was everything he wanted in a girl and seemed well connected. So, her having another cat’s baby was a small hurdle if it meant that he could have a taste of the good life with her. Therefore, he prayed that her baby’s daddy kept his distance long enough for him to solidify his position in her life.
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