Loving Angel (2 page)

“
What do you want me to say Jayvon?” I asked nonchalantly, turning in my seat and meeting his sexy bedroom eyes.

“
You could’ve at least let me explain,” he said, looking a bit peeved.

“
Nigga please, I was there on the phone and heard all I needed to hear, there’s nothing you can say that’s gonna change what I know now,” I huffed.

“
Angel, you have no fucking clue what I have to say and it won’t take anything but a minute to listen,” he replied in irritation, like he had a right to be. “Just stick around after the game, we can drive somewhere and talk. Please?”

I wanted to tell that fool
to go fuck himself, because truthfully, he had hurt my feelings and even worse my pride, but for some reason although I knew he was gonna spout nothing but bullshit, I agreed to wait on him after the game.

“
I know how this will end,” Daisy said laughing after Von left. “I know the type of talk you two are always doing. All that tongue down throat type and that tongue on kitty-kat type”

I sucked my teeth at her jokingly. Yeah
, I was still stuck on Von, but I wasn’t gonna mess with him anymore or at least I kept telling myself that so it would stick. “Talk means talk Daisy,” I told her. “That nigga got me fucked up if he thinks it’s some code for him to try and get me on my back.”

“
You know how men can be,” she replied. “They think you should always forgive them even when they keep fucking up over and over again.”

I guess she was talking from experience with her baby daddy because that dude
has done my girl dirty over and over again and she was still with him. She said she loved him and felt like she couldn’t breathe whenever she left him, so she just kept going back more. I never felt that type of love before so I tried not to judge. But sometimes I couldn’t prevent myself from thinking it was stupidity not love.

“
How’s your relationship with Carter lately?” I asked her.

She had a sad pensive look in her pretty brown eyes.
“He’s still doing his own thing and doesn’t care about anyone but himself. He gets home at four in the morning and sometimes he doesn’t even bother showing up. I thought that our baby would change him, but he seems worse now and I’m getting tired of his shit,” she said, sounding choked up as she tried to not let the tears in her eyes fall.

I didn
’t know what to tell her. I already told her a million and one times before to leave his ass and she never did or when she left she went right back, so I just rested a comforting hand on her back and gave her a minute to get it together.

“
Yo Angel,” Keya called, turning from the conversation she was having with Marcus. “Ain’t that your step daddy?”

I turned in the direc
tion she was pointing and saw Boss making a beeline for us with some dude that looked a lot like him. I knew he said he had a twin brother, but I could have sworn he said dude was in prison doing a one year bid for possession of an illegal firearm. Boss and his brother stood around six-two with dark coffee complexion, wore their hair in a low wavy Caesar and were clean shaven. High cheek bones, angular faces and muscular bodies, but that was where the similarities ended.

While Boss had dark brown eyes
, an overly large nose and a bottom lip that was a bit too big in comparison to the top, his brother had the most beautiful hazel brown eyes I’ve ever seen, a perfectly proportioned nose and some thick sexy lips. A sister had to admit that those differences made Boss an above average nigga while his brother was a walking orgasm. The dude was F.I.N.E fine.

“
What’s up Angel?” he greeted, his eyes taking in everything on me from the top of my head to the pretty pink nail polish on my toes and everything in-between; paying extra attention to my tits and my ass as he licked his lips. He always made me feel as though I needed a shower after one of his eye-fucks.

“
Hey Boss, where’s Mina?” I questioned, ignoring the way he was looking at me because if I didn’t I’d have to slap him.

“
She’s at my crib chilling with her girl Shawnee; said the sun was too hot for her to be in it.”

That sounded just like my mom, god knew I love
d her but she could complain more than anyone else I knew. She hated the sun like it was her worst enemy. She had a coco butter brown complexion that she wished was a lot lighter. She looked a lot like Daisy in the facial department and had a body similar to Keya’s, but I swore when she looked at herself in the mirror she didn’t see just how hot she was, all she saw was her dark complexion.

“
Are you gonna introduce me to your brother?” I asked Boss, because his brother had been eying my assets since they got there and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t returning the favor.

“
Yeah, my bad,” Boss said laughing. “This nigga right here that looks like an uglier version of me is my bro Tyga. I told you before he was in the pen; well he got out last week. Big bro this is shorty I’ve been telling you about.”

“
What’s up lil mama?” Tyga asked in a mad sexy baritone that went perfectly with that killer smile on his thick lips.

“
Just chilling,” I replied, smiling back. “I hope you didn’t hear anything bad about me, because if you did they were all true.” Was I really flirting with my mom’s boyfriend’s twin brother? Even I will admit that was a little weird, but homeboy just had a look in his eyes that kept telling me he knew all my secret places and couldn’t wait to prove it.

“
Nah ma, I heard only good things,” he replied licking his lips.

I introduced Tyga
to my girls and Keya’s dude Marcus. Boss already knew my cousins because we were always together. He called us the troublesome threesome. For the rest of the game we hung with the twins talking and joking around.

Tyga
was actually a hella cool dude, although he had Boss for a twin and was in the dope game too. He was 22, single, no kids, owned a loft in the meat packing district in Manhattan, two night clubs and a strip club. Nigga had mad paper and it showed, because he was rocking some true religion jeans, Gucci shirt, belt, sneakers and wore two carat black diamond studs and an Audemars Piguet watch as accessories. For some reason Boss seemed pissed I was rapping with his bro, but I didn’t pay him any mind, nigga was trying to act all protective and shit and I wasn’t having it.

I wanted to get Tyga
’s number but before I knew it, the game was over and Von came to get me. Von already knew the twins; I had actually met him through Boss at an anniversary party I attended for their aunt and uncle. They were cousins by marriage; Von’s aunt by his mother was married to the twins’ uncle by their father. Von was acting possessive and fronting like I was his. Hugging up on me, kissing my forehead and playing with my hair. I didn’t want to embarrass him so I let it slide. I said my goodbyes and then he and I bounced. But I had that nigga Tyga in my sights now and it was only a matter of time before I reeled him in.

CHAPTER THREE

ANGEL

Von and I agreed to go to his apartment to talk. I wasn’t too thrilled with the location of our little chat because I knew he would try to seduce me, but I said whatever, too bad for him he was going to get shut down. The entire ride to his place I tried to make conversation but he was giving me one word replies as though he was mad at me on the low so I just rolled my eyes at him and turned on the radio. Whatever was on his mind would come out eventually so I wasn’t sweating his attitude.

As soon as we walked through his apartment
door he threw down his duffle bag and went to take a shower. I relaxed on the coach flipping through T.V. channels trying to find something to watch. His crib had a beautiful but comfy living room: fifty-two inch plasma T.V., soft burgundy leather sectional, big hardwood coffee table, expensive looking area rug and lots of African art.

About ten minute
s after our arrival he sat on the sofa beside me in a pair of sweats and no shirt. I would be lying if I said the nigga’s body didn’t turn me on, with all those delicious muscles just begging to be licked.

“
So what have you got to say?” I asked after we were sitting there a couple of minutes like a pair of mutes.

“
Why were you all up in that nigga’s face?” he replied angrily.

I looked at him like he done gone
and lost his mind. “What nigga?”

“
Don’t pretend with me Angel!” he replied in an irritated tone. “You were all over Tyga acting like a hoe or something.”

I was so pissed that
before I realized what was happening my hand had already slapped him across the face. He grabbed both my wrist and pushed me down on the couch, holding them above my head and using his body weight to hold me down.

“
Get off me!” I gritted at him.

“
Nah, you’ll try to hit me again.” He was damn right. There I was trying to hear this nigga plead his case to me and instead he was questioning me about someone else when we weren’t even together anymore.

“
Get off me,” I repeated.

“
Are you calm now?”

I took a couple deep breaths
and counted backwards from ten.

“
Yeah I’m good,” I said, “but who I talk to ain’t none of your business because we’re not together anymore and if you call me a hoe again I’m getting the hell out of here.”

He seemed like he wa
nted to disagree with what I said but thought better of it, instead he freed me and sat beside me.

“
You said you would explain the situation with your baby mama.”

“
I know how it sounded on the phone but I was just trying to keep her out of my business,” he said looking defeated. “You don’t know that chick, every time I’m with someone she tries to keep my daughter away from me. Last time I was in a relationship she didn’t let me see my daughter until the chick and I broke up. She was always calling the girl and telling her all types of lies to cause problems in our relationship. So I don’t let her know when I’m dating anyone because I don’t need all her drama, but I swear her and me not together. That bitch is just crazy and don’t know when to let go.”

“
She didn’t sound crazy to me,” I replied apprehensively. I didn’t know what to believe. He was saying one thing now, while his conversation with her earlier was saying another. I didn’t want to give up if he was telling the truth because I really liked him. I could even admit now that I loved him a bit, but if he was lying I didn’t want him or his drama.

“
Trust me; she knows how to manipulate people like a pro.”

“
So when she said you’re always stopping by her house and hitting it she’s lying?” I questioned.

“
Hell yeah, if home girl said I smashed she’s lying.”

“
If she’s lying on you, call that bitch right now and put the phone on speaker and ask her why she’s lying,” I suggested, putting him on the spot. To my surprise he went into his room and got his IPhone and called her up. The phone rang until it went to voicemail. He tried calling again but still no answer.

“
Hang with me a minute and I’ll call her back later,” Von suggested.

“
Ok,” I agreed, because I wanted to see if what he was saying was true and I didn’t want to give him a chance to try any tricks like getting someone else to pretend to be her, “but no funny business.”

We sat on the cou
ch watching T.V and before I knew it we were cuddling, and the next thing I knew our tongues were dueling and he was laying between my legs grinding on me. He kissed his way from my lips to my earlobe nibbling on it causing delicious shivers up and down my spine. He made his way down my neck sucking on the skin like he was trying to leave his mark to warn off other guys. My shirt and bra came off and he sucked and licked on my breast; taking my rosy nipples in his mouth and going at them like a newborn baby. My body was on fire and my pussy was so wet, I felt like I wanted to crawl off the couch the way homeboy was making me feel.

“
Let me eat that pussy,” he whispered hoarsely in my ear, slipping off my shorts and panty at the same time without waiting for an answer. He propped my legs on his shoulders and wasted no time in diving lips first in my dripping pussy, licking and sucking on my clit until I felt my toes curl and my cunt squirting like a faucet. Damn that nigga’s head game was tight. He crawled up body, and I sucked on his lips and tongue, the taste of my juices turning me on even more.

“
Let me hit it Angel,” Von pleaded, pulling down his sweats and rubbing the head of his dick up against my slit, coating himself in my juices. I moaned because that shit felt damn good and I could just imagine him all up inside me.

I wanted to say yes, but I just couldn
’t, at least not until he made that call to his baby mama and I found out if he was lying or telling the truth. Only then could I make such a major decision and even my lust addled brain knew that I shouldn’t give it up without getting the facts.