Jaylen chuckled, as he pulled into his parents’ driveway. “Look at pops, acting like he’s still in the hood.”
Rye sat silently, as she studied Jaylen’s father, who was sitting on the back of a Benz shirtless. Like Jaylen, his daddy was heavily tatted, and following the family trend, he didn’t look his age. In fact, Rye lowkey felt that had she’d seen his daddy first, she probably would’ve given him some play. Jaylen Senior didn’t seem old enough to have a son Jaylen Junior’s age, as he had a blunt resting behind his ear, while he sipped from a beer bottle.
Jaylen Junior wasted no time hopping out of the car. “Pops, mama knows you’re out here drinking beer in the front yard?”
Jaylen Sr. took another swig from the beer bottle. “Fuck her crazy ass.”
Rye eased out of the car.
“Aw, shit, what done happened now?” Jaylen Jr. questioned.
Jaylen Senior’s eyes wandered over to Rye, as she posted up on the hood of the Porsche. She wore a simple white spandex racerback dress, which fit snug, accentuating her baby bump, while also showcasing her curves. He smiled brightly, recognizing that his son had superb taste. He could definitely see why he’d knocked her up so quickly.
“How you doing, Ms. Rye? We finally get to meet.”
Rye smiled back. “I’m doing fine, and I’m glad to finally meet you too. I’ve heard so much about you.”
He shook his head. “Don’t believe nothing they say. They’re all lies.”
She giggled.
Jaylen Senior nodded. “Yeah, I see you. You definitely have a lot of Ray-Ray’s features. I peeped the dimples and whatnot.” He glanced at his son. “That’s that shit that hooked ya Uncle Jahrein. Better watch out. It’s something about Ray-Ray’s daughters. They be casting spells on niggas. And I think that it has something to do with those dimples.”
Junior licked his lips. “Say, watch out, pops. Don’t pump her head up like that.”
“Nah, lil’ nigga you gassed her the minute you shot up the club. Evidently, it was something about her.”
Junior nodded. “Yeah, she knows voodoo.”
Rye playfully rolled her eyes, as she folded her arms across her breasts. “Boy, bye.”
Junior laughed. “Yeah, okay. But pops, what you doing out here? It’s hotter than a muthafucka out here.”
“Your ignorant ass mama. She was in there bitching and moaning about me never helping her clean up. I don’t clean up after myself. I’m getting on her nerves and bunch of other bullshit. Eventually, I got tired of hearing her mouth, so I stepped outside. And when I tried to go back in I realized that she’d locked me out. But that’s okay. I’m out here drinking beer and ‘bout to fire up this here blunt.”
Junior shook his head. “Man, daddy, you know these white folks are gonna call the laws the minute they smell weed in the air.”
Senior shrugged. “Oh, well. If I go to jail, then it’s ya mama’s fault. That’ll teach her ass about locking me outside. She knows I don’t know how to act.”
Junior narrowed his eyes. “What kind of logic is that?”
“You finally came to see me, huh?”
Jaylen Junior glanced over his shoulder, and spotted his mama sauntering their way. Rye arched a brow, as the woman switched over in cut off denim shorts and Jordans on her feet. She’d heard the voice enough to know that she was looking at Jaylen’s mama, but she was still in shock. She now saw where Jayah got her striking looks from. Like her daughter, Chantel was on the taller side, slender, curvaceous, and possessed tight eyes and high cheek bones. The only difference was that Jayah’s complexion seemed to be a cross between Jaylen Sr.’s dirty red complexion and Chantel’s milk chocolate.
“What up, mama?”
“Hey, my big baby,” Chantel greeted him with a warm hug. When they released each other, she focused on Rye. “Hey, my baby’s baby.” She gave her a hug.
Rye giggled. “How are you?”
Chantel released her. “I’m fine, but enough about that. Honey, you are gorgeous. No wonder my baby be sniffing behind your ass.”
Rye blushed. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Chantel replied, before spinning around. “Nigga, if you don’t put that damn bottle down. You know them neighbors are looking for a reason to call the laws.”
Jaylen Senior shrugged. “Oh well. Let them call ‘em.”
With no hesitation, Chantel gripped the rim of his basketball shorts. “Bring your ass in the house,” she commanded, snatching him off the car.
“Say, man, stop playing,” Jaylen Sr. chuckled, as he allowed her to guide him back to the house.
Jaylen Junior and Rye followed closely behind, while Rye giggled her head off. She was thoroughly amused. One they entered the home, she glanced around, appreciating the décor. The furniture was white while all the fixtures were mirror.
“Man, move,” Jaylen Sr. groaned. “I’m still not cleaning up.”
“Oh yes the fuck you are. Either that or hand over the money, so I can call the cleaning service.”
He nodded. “That’s all you had to say. Cause you know damn well that I aint cleaning up shit. How much you need?”
Chantel held her hand out. “Two thousand.”
He grimaced. “Two G’s? The cleaning lady must be coming through cleaning ass holes with her tongue, the whole nine.”
Everyone laughed, including Chantel. “Boy, stop playing. I need to do a little mall run. Me and Roz is going to see Mary J. Blige tonight.”
“You and Roz, huh? Let me find out yall going to bop somewhere.”
“Nigga, please. Aint nobody worried about all that. We just going to the concert to have a good time.”
“Yeah, okay.” He dug into his pocket and retrieved a knot. “That’s what your mouth say, but don’t ever think that I’m sleep. Roz’s old ass still be with the shits. I meant to tell Ray-Ray about her being all in some nigga’s face at the gambling shack.” He placed several bills in her palm.
Chantel sucked her teeth, while tucking the money into her bra. “If you don’t mind your damn business. Aint no telling who that man was to her. Yall niggas are a trip. Always dry snitching, but let the outside world believe that we run yall no-good asses down.”
“Would you rather the world know how yall broads turn a good nigga bad?” he countered.
“Jaylen, go’on somewhere with that bullshit.” She waved him off, as her cell rang. “Roz, what’s up, bitch? What time you meeting me to go the mall?” she sauntered upstairs.
Jaylen Senior shook his head. “Your mama thinks she’s still in her teens. Wanna run the streets night and day. But she keeps playing with me, I’ma fuck her up. You know about them tracking apps? I need to put that shit on her phone.”
Jaylen Junior chuckled. “Pops, you tripping. Let that lady breathe. Mama aint going nowhere. She just is who she is. You know that.”
Senior sucked his teeth. “Yeah, yeah, I know. You gon defend her, regardless.” He sat on the recliner. “But I aint tripping.” He lit his blunt. “Cause like I said. She play with me, I’ma fuck her up.”
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“Man, your mama and daddy are fucking hilarious,” Rye snickered, as Jaylen coasted down the freeway, headed back home.
He shook his head. “Yeah, they’re something, but I don’t know if hilarious is the right word. They couldn’t act right for one damn day. Normal people at least front for company.”
“I don’t see anything wrong with them. It just seems like your daddy really loves your mama.”
“Nah, that nigga is just paranoid after he took her through some shit in their younger years. Now he spends all his time stalking her.”
“So, pops was a hoe?” Rye smirked.
“What?” he glanced her way. “Super deluxe hoe. It was so bad that it made me vow to never play with a girl’s heart. I said that I’d be single forever, before I ever gave somebody false promises.”
“Damn, was he really dragging your mama through the mud like that?”
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“Man, I done watched that lady cry her eyes out for days. I witnessed him do the same shit. I believe that he started the cheating shit off but couldn’t take it when she did the same. So, they were always at war. Sometimes he’d leave. Sometimes she’d leave. He had a few girlfriends. And she had a fiancé.”
“Your mama had a fiancé? Seriously?”
“Hell, yeah. She was with that cat for like two years.”
Rye arched a brow. “So, how did they end up back together?”
“My pops terrorized them people, man. I’m talking about, they kept having to move, because he’d show up to their spot. He busted windows out the house. Shot the man car up. Twice. Got him fired from his job. All that shit. Nobody could tell that man nothing during that time. He even reconnected with some young girl he used to smash. I bet she didn’t know the hell he had in his heart. Caused all kind of dry drama in her life, cause he was in his feelings about my mama. He was beefing with the girl baby daddy too, who ended up being Jazel’s brother. That’s a whole other story within itself. Pops was just on a bunch of hoe shit, and it just made me say that I didn’t want to be in love. Cause it was driving my mama and daddy crazy. But one day that nigga just broke down begging her to take him back at a family function, and she gave in…with her fiancé standing right there.”
Rye roared with laughter. “Nooo! I know you fucking lying!”
He smiled. “I’m serious as a heart attack.”
“Yeah, they’re dysfunctional as fuck, but I know they have good hearts.”
He furrowed his brows. “How you know that?”
“Because,” she grew serious. “They raised you. From what I can tell, they made sure that you and your siblings had the right tools. Just look at you. You have the life that most people would kill for.”
He licked his lips. “I hear you, man. But I still seen some shit. So, for the longest I told myself that I was gonna play, until the wheels fall off. That love shit is too hard.”
Rye listened intently. “That’s why I want us to just enjoy each other. I mean, I know that we’re having this baby, but all I want from you right now is to vow to be here. Be a good daddy. But I don’t want me and you to be defined by us having a baby together. If we’re together for the long run…that’s cool. I’d love that. Still, overall, I don’t want you to feel pressured. Let’s take our time…with us. You know, like trying to define and restrict what we have. I wanna have fun…and you be my best friend.”
He smiled lightly. “I think I like the sound of that. Best friends. Yeah, I can get with it.”
Chapter 24
Wearing a Bull’s jersey, booty shorts, and Jordans, Rye was dressed sporty while her hair was glammed up in curls, cascading down her back. The Jersey was doing an excellent job in camouflaging her stomach, which she loved because no one would give her the side eye, as she partied like a rock star.
Little Jah and Jaylen had outdone themselves. They’d decided to hone in on the day party market in Houston, and the turnout was huge. They’d rented out a mansion and was throwing the ultimate pool party in the enormous backyard. Of course, they’d hired the best party planners in the city to decorate, bringing a five-star resort feel to the scene.
While Jah and Jaylen hosted the soiree, Rye was cutting up with Lea, Jhyrah, Keyasia, Jayah, Josairah’s cousin Daynah, along with Keyasia’s friends Taraj and Mya. Rye was hyped because Mya was the girlfriend of local but nationally known rapper Gwuap. She’d seen the chick in numerous videos, as she often sang the hooks on his songs. Rye was a huge fan, and it felt surreal to be casually kicking it with her like they were old friends.
Needless to say, their section was lit, as they danced to every song spun.
“Twerk. Girl, I wanna see you twerk. I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk. Ion really think you can twerk. Twerk. If you broke go to work…”
The baby bump was doing nothing to slow Rye’s roll. The only thing she couldn’t do was consume alcohol, but she didn’t need it, because the atmosphere was enough to have her on a natural high. Without a doubt, meeting Jaylen and inadvertently finding her daddy was the best thing to happen to her. Most of her life, she’d had surface relationships with people, even with the man who she believed to be her father for most of her life. There were few people that she felt comfortable around, but that had drastically changed. Nowadays, she was surrounded by new family who she could be completely open with. Surprisingly, in a short while she’d becoming adjoined at the hip with Keyasia. It all started a few weeks back when Key called, inviting her to a gathering. Graciously, Rye accepted the invitation and it had been on ever since. Now, she understood why everyone would compare them. It was like she and Keyasia were kindred spirits, meant to go on the journey of life together.
Every day without fail, they’d talk, and any free time, they were together. It was like Key was the sister she always wanted. She was fun, charismatic, and totally relatable. Rye also realized that Key was like her in the sense that she didn’t sweat over the fact that somebody else had sampled her dick before her. Most people were amazed by the fact that Key was so comfortable with Rye coming to her house, knowing her history with Wale. What they didn’t know was that Keyasia had the gift of discernment, so she knew in her heart that Rye wasn’t that type of girl. Whatever she and Wale once shared was in the past and they were both willing to let that go.
“Back it up, Rye-Rye!” Key shouted, as she slapped Rye’s ass.
Rye was bending it over, before losing her balance. To play it off, she landed in Key’s lap and continued to bounce her ass.
“Bounce that booty. That big ole booty,” Key playfully rapped, before Rye slid off her lap.
“Shit, my fat ass is tired,” Rye huffed, trying to catch her breath.
“Uh huh, that baby is on your ass, I see.”
“Right,” Rye exhaled, as she rubbed her belly.
“Hey, excuse me,” one of the big burly bouncers tapped Rye’s shoulder.
“Uh huh?” she arched her brows.
“Jaylen told me to tell you to sit your ass down somewhere.”
“What?” Rye whipped her head around, as the man strolled off. Across the yard, she spotted Jaylen staring right at her. He nodded his head, while staring unblinkingly. Shaking her head, she mumbled. “He needs to rest his nerves and stop watching me.”
Keyasia sipped from her wine glass. “Girl, he aint about to do that. You out here pregnant. I’m surprised her let you come.”
“Let me?” Rye sassily placed her hand on her hip.
“I know you’re gonna do what you wanna do. I’m just saying. You’re carrying that man’s baby. He’s gonna be concerned.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“I’ll be back,” Lea announced as she hopped up. Her ass jiggled, as she rocked a two-piece bathing suit.
“Hoe, let Terio breathe, damn. Hang with the girls,” Rye suggested.
Lea sucked her teeth. “Oh, I’ll be back. I’m just trying to see who’s the broad he’s over there kekeing with.” She sauntered off.
Mya stood in the middle of their cabana, wearing similar attire to Rye. It had been Keyasia’s suggestion that they all wear shorts and Jordan apparel over their bath suits, therefore the whole crew was dressed similarly.
Rye noticed the crinkle in Mya’s baby face, as she gazed at something across the way. “Ooh, they’re really trying it.”
“They’re trying what, friend?” Taraj quizzed, as she propped an elbow on Mya’s shoulder.
Looking at them, the two appeared to be modeling for some urban clothing line. Their beauty was unmatched, as they both had baby soft skin and curvaceous bodies, just packaged differently. Taraj was about a size 10, on the taller side, had caramel skin, and tight eyes. Mya was about a size 12/14 and had ass for days. Her legs were super thick and strong, while she possessed a flatter stomach than most women half her size. She also had sharp hips, which made her shorts extra provocative on her frame.
“You see Omari,” M
ya referred to Gwuap by his government name. “Over there with Taz and those hoes.”
Taraj pursed her lips and shook her head, as she spotted her man, Taz, entertaining thirsty thots, who were shamelessly twerking in the pool, right in front of them.
Rye glanced back at the pool. “Oh, shit. Gwuap and Taz are about to get it.”
Mya shook her head. “Nah. They’re good. I got something better for their asses.”
“What’s that, bitch?” Taraj questioned, because she was more than prepared to go upside Taz’s head. When it came to him she was rarely rational.
“This right here.” Mya wiggled out of her shorts, dropping them to the ground, while stepping out of her shoes. She lifted her jersey above her head, revealing her sexy bathing suit. It was a skimpy black one piece with keyholes in the front and back, while the bottom barely covered her round ass cheeks.
“Yesss, bitch!” Keyasia praised. “Show them hoes who’s the baddest. That nigga aint lock you down for nothing.”
Taraj giggled, while stripping down to her bathing suit as well. She wore the exact same swimwear as Mya, except hers was white.
“Okay, come on.” Taraj grabbed Mya’s hand. “Let’s go get in the pool.” Together they jogged off.
“Okay, go’on head with ya bad asses,” Keyasia giggled. “Them niggas are gonna embarrass their asses out here. Watch,” she mumbled.
Rye shook her head. “While you laughing, Wale is over there too.”
Keyasia sucked her teeth. “Ion care. Aint nobody got time to play with Corinthian. He’s fucking crazy. Mya and Taraj just like flirting with danger. They’re ignorant like that. Especially when they get together.”
“They be on fuck-shit together?”
Key cut her eyes at her. “Girl---”
Daynah tapped Rye’s shoulder. “Look at ‘em.” She pointed over at Mya and Taraj.
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