You Needed Me A Love Story (22 page)

I had to meet with a potential business partner, like fuckin’ always, but this time at least it was in Jamaica. And since it was, I wanted to bring Kimberlyn with me. I wanted to bring my girl with me. I liked the way that shit sounded for some reason. Hilarious. My mama always said, the right woman will change the wrong nigga. I didn’t think it would happen, but it definitely was happening.

“You ready?” I asked Kimberlyn as we walked out onto the runway where my private plane was.

“Yes,” she nodded nervously as I took her bag from her so she could walk up the stairs and onto the aircraft.

I secured the bags, and when I headed back towards the front, I saw her sitting down in the regular seat, near my back-up pilot, Primo.

“What you doing, shorty?” I grinned.

“What do you mean? I’m sitting down ready to take off.”

“Nah, I’m flying right now, and Primo will take over when I get tired. Come up here with me and be my unofficial co-pilot.”

“No TQ, I—”

“Aye, what did I say to you last night?”

“That we’re partners,” she sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes, causing both Primo and I to laugh.

“Exactly, now come on.”

She unbuckled herself, and followed me to the nose of the plane. I showed her a couple controls as she rolled her eyes and sighed, saying she wasn’t gonna remember. To annoy her, I kept going and explaining things to her. Unfortunately for me, she began to get into it and ask more questions. I guess it was cool that she was interested in something that meant a lot to me.

“Why didn’t you fly us when we went to Connecticut?” she asked once we were both buckled in.

“Because that was a date, and riding the plane together was part of the date. This right now is just two people in love spending time together.”

“I love when you tell me you love me,” she said in a low tone, before rubbing the back of my hand on the shift like knob.

“Whatever, you ready?”

She nodded, so I began to circle the runway, and soon enough I picked up enough speed to ascend into the air. Her face was hilarious as we went higher and higher into the clouds. I could see her breathing hard, and low-key thought I could hear it too.

“How can you even see where we’re going, Tarenz?”

“Because I use this, remember?” I pointed to the monitor with little green dots all over the place. “And if it were night time, there would be little lights around to help me see.”

“I would be so scared to do this,” she half smiled. “What if we get into an airplane collision with another plane?”

“Won’t happen shorty, relax.”

Once we got close to where we were landing, I began descending. I quickly put it on autopilot for a moment so I could get her up. I tugged her up out of her seat so she could fly it with me for a bit, and the look on her face was priceless.

“Wha-what are you doing?” she frowned when I placed her small hands on the controller.

“Fly it,” I smiled and kissed her cheek as she sat in my lap.

“I can’t!” she bucked her eyes.

“You already are, look.”

It was quiet as we descended the plane together, taking in the sight of our destination. I’d never been to this part of Jamaica before, so it was new for me as well. After about five minutes, I finally let her get back into her seat so I could land the aircraft completely.

I landed the plane, and we were now in Kingston, Jamaica. Since the flight was short for me, I didn’t need Primo to take over. Kimberlyn was a good co-pilot in the sense that she didn’t go to sleep while I was flying. She stayed up the whole time, and all we did was talk. She told me naughty funny jokes that she’d learned, and although corny, I enjoyed hearing them muthafuckas. Even though we were five years a part, it didn’t seem like it. I didn’t feel like I was trying to raise her or make a little girl become a grown woman. Funny enough, she was way more mature than girls my age, even Hayden.

Because I was forced to mature quickly and get into business with my father, I found women around my age to be immature and for lack of better words, dumb as fuck. They only wanted to talk about their shady ass home girls, celebrity gossip, reality shows, how good their most likely trash ass pussy was, and the newest trends. I didn’t give a fuck about none of that shit, and neither did Kimberlyn, making us a somewhat perfect match. And if she did enjoy any of that shit, she knew not to talk to me about it.

After getting off the plane, we were taken to our hotel in Port Antonio. It was a big beautiful suite made of wood, and there were trees and plants all around, giving that official Caribbean feel. Primo was staying somewhere else for the time being, and I knew he was planning to take advantage of all the sexy Jamaican women here.

“How long are we staying, TQ?” Kimberlyn questioned as she circled the place. I followed behind her since I’d never been to this particular hotel either.

My potential business partner wanted to meet in Port Antonio, so I just chose the nicest place to stay in that city. I also heard this area was romantic, which is exactly what I wanted.

“I need to stay two days, but it’s open ended since I flew us here. How long do you wanna stay?”

“Forever,” she beamed and then walked closer to me to wrap her arms around my torso. “I’m kidding, maybe five days?” she squinted her face to see what I thought about that.

“That’s cool, but that’s all the way up until you start school ain’t it?”

“Exactly.”

Since we left the U.S. at 4am, it was around noon here in Jamaica. I just changed into a t-shirt and some khaki shorts, while Kimberlyn changed into some sexy ass red one-piece bathing suit. The shit had cut outs everywhere, showing areas of her body only I needed to see. She put her hair into two braids like Pocahontas, and then slid her pretty feet into some sandals. I watched the whole time like some thirsty nigga.

“Ready?” she smiled.

“Yeah, when did you get that bathing suit?”

“When you took me shopping for this trip,” she replied as she looked into the mirror.

“I bought that shit?” I frowned, trying to remember her picking that out.

“Yep!” I needed to start paying more attention to the shit she picked out instead of just footing the damn bill.

After she threw on this little see through jacket thing, we went out to the beach to chill, but ended up playing in the fuckin’ water. That shit was weak as fuck, and I didn’t want to do it, but it turned out to be fun. We then came back to the room to change, before going out to have some lunch. We ordered all kinds of shit off the menu just to try it and see what we liked. That bill was sky high, but it was worth the enjoyment, and seeing my shorty smile and shit.

We finally made it back to the hotel, after sight seeing, so we got into the shower together, and then climbed into the big ass bed.

“You had fun today?” I asked and she nodded with a smile.

“A lot of fun. I’ve never traveled outside of Boston before.”

“No? That’s crazy. I’ve traveled all of my life. Part of what I do is traveling. It gets tiring sometimes though, when you just wanna be still for a moment.”

“I couldn’t imagine, but I guess if I was always on the move like you, then that would make sense.”

“Yeah, sometimes I just want to chill in my city for a month straight, but that ain’t possible. The money is good though, because I can afford to do things like this for you, for us.”

“All of us?” she scooted closer to me and kissed my lips.

“That’s a weird way to say it, but yeah.”

She nodded, but I could see in her eyes that something was bothering her. I slipped my hand between her legs, and the heat coming from it felt so damn good. Slipping my tongue into her mouth, I got on top of her and in between her legs. Pulling off her sleep shirt, I threw it to the floor before removing my boxers and doing the same.

“I love you,” she whispered as I forced entry into her body.

It was dark in the room, but we could still see because of the sliver of light the stars provided. The faces she was making, and the soft moans she let out were my favorite parts. She exploded on my rod, so I slid out of her while sucking her nipples. I then put her on all fours, pressing the side of her face into the pillow.

As I entered her slowly from behind, I sucked her lips gently. She whimpered lightly and balled the sheets into her small fists as I began to thrust in and out of her walls. Being inside her was the greatest feeling in the world. I’d had a lot of good pussy, but I think because there were deep feelings involved, it made it better for me.

I rubbed my hands up and down her small sweaty back as she cried out. Gripping her ass cheeks, I sped up my thrusts, pounding her as she begged for mercy. Soon after, I was spilling inside of her body. Pulling out slowly, we both moaned. I then went to get a warm towel for us both, using one to clean her, and one for myself.

We got back in the bed, and drifted off to sleep together. As Ice Cube once said, today was a good day.

In the middle of the night, I opened my eyes to see that Kimberlyn was gone. This was the fourth or fifth time she’d left the bed in the middle of the night. Tonight I wasn’t too sleepy to go in search of her though.

I got up, and then grabbed my boxers off the floor to put them on. I saw the bathroom light was on despite the door being closed, so I made my way to it. I heard her weeping faintly, and that shit caught me off guard. I racked my brain trying to think of the day’s events, and what could’ve made her react this way. Before I could come up with anything, she was coming out and bumping into me.

“Tarenz,” she sniffled and quickly wiped her eyes.

“Why are you crying?” I was now angry, wondering if someone had done something to her. She stared up into my eyes, and then looked off, still silent. “Kimberlyn.”

“I’m pregnant,” she responded in the lowest tone she had.

I didn’t reply right away because I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know if I was happy, angry, or what. Nah, I knew I wasn’t angry, but I just didn’t know how I felt.

Tears continued to ski down her smooth cheeks, so I brought her into me and hugged her tightly. I kissed her cheek even though it was wet, and then pulled back a little to look down into her face.

“How am I gonna finish school?” she cried.

“You’re gonna finish, shorty, don’t worry about that, okay? Let’s be happy about it. At least the baby is coming in the world to two people who love each other, and not to two people who had a one-night stand, aight?” I said, and she chuckled and nodded.

She tightened her grip around my torso, and we stood there just kissing for a few moments. Kimberlyn had changed my life and me in more ways than one, and now a nigga was gonna be someone’s daddy. And to think just earlier this year I was on my how to be a player shit.

One week later…

I danced in the passenger seat of my grandmother’s car to “Rich As Fuck” by Lil Wayne as she cracked up at me. She hated rap music, so anytime it came on the radio, I made sure to turn it up and dance to annoy her.

“Turn that shit down before you burst my already sensitive ear drums, Matikah,” she chuckled as she turned into the driveway.

I laughed while twisting the knob, and once she parked I unbuckled my seat belt. As we brought the groceries up the porch steps, we realized it was completely covered in bouquets of roses, and in the middle of the circle were two gifts.

“What the hell is all this shit?’ my grandmother frowned, saying exactly what I was thinking.

I bent down a little to snatch one of the cards off the flowers, and when I saw it was a card with Lendsey’s name in it, I immediately threw it down to the ground.

I hadn’t talked to or seen his ass since the day he told me that he cheated on me, and that was two and a half weeks ago. I was done with his ass, and when I started to feel the need to call him, I would occupy myself with my friends, if I could. Lately they stayed boo’d up, even Goldie, which I don’t know how she did when Britain had a girlfriend.

“It’s Lendsey?” my grandmother questioned as she moved some of the flowers to the side so that we could get to the door.

“Yes,” I sighed.

“You don’t wanna talk to him?” she quizzed further once we got inside and began unpacking the groceries.

“I really don’t. I haven’t even thought about him until just now when I saw all of the roses out front.”

“Sit down, Matikah.” She pulled a chair out at the table in the kitchen, so I obliged. She sat down herself, and then stared at me for a little bit. “Be honest, I know you.”

“I am being—” I stopped when she gave me that look that Tami from
Basketball Wives
makes. “I do want to talk to him but why should I? There isn’t anything to talk about. He slept with someone else and then to make matters worse, he tried to justify it because of his past.”

“He slept with her?” she cocked her head.

“Well no, he let her umm, you know, put her mouth on his private parts. He said he stopped her after that, but I don’t believe it. And even if he did, that doesn’t make a difference.”

“Is this the first time he’s reached out?”

“No, he calls me all the time, every day! He texts me nonstop, and he even made an Instagram to DM me on,” I chuckled at the last part, along with my grandmother. “Look, here he goes.” I slid my phone to her so she could read the text.

Don’t Answer:
Did you get home? If so I hope you like the gifts baby. I swear I’ve learned my lesson already. I don’t need much punishment.

My grandmother giggled before pushing my phone back to me.

“That boy is desperate.”

“He even had his mother call me and try to convince me for him.”

“Really? And you’re sure you don’t want to try it out again? I thought you said you were falling in love with him?”

“I was, but it wasn’t real.”

“Why do you say that?” She got up from the table to get what she needed to make dinner.

“Because if it were real this wouldn’t have happened,” I frowned because she should’ve known that.

“That’s not true, honey. Relationships aren’t perfect. Now I’m not saying what he did was okay, because it wasn’t at all. But what I’m saying is if you feel in your heart that you want to be with him, and that he has actually learned from his mistakes, then give it a try. But if you think he’s doing all this just to get you back and mess up again, then by all means, keep away from him.”

“Grandpa never treated you this way,” I fidgeted.

“Your grandfather treated me very well just like Lendsey treats you. He had his moments though, and I contemplated leaving plenty of times, but I didn’t. Then the one time I finally did, I was gone from him for a month. And when I finally decided to come back, honey, he was a new man. I think it’s good that you’re showing him early on what you won’t accept. I think if I had have left your grandfather earlier, he too would’ve shaped up quicker. But that only happens when the man is a good man, if he isn’t a good man, then nothing you do will improve him.”

I was surprised to hear that my grandfather cheated on my grandmother, but I understood what she was saying. The problem was, I wasn’t sure if Lendsey had actually turned over a new leaf. I mean what about the saying, once a cheater always a cheater? Yeah, no, if I go back to him he will think he can do what he wants to me. I was gonna continue to be strong until I was over him. Then again, the fact that he was trying so hard made me think. I knew he wasn’t the type to give a fuck, and the fact that he did had me blushing a little.

“I don’t know. I admit I’m surprised by his pleading,” I sighed.

“He’s probably never come in contact with a woman like you, Matikah. He needs you. He needs a woman who will keep his ass in line.”

I watched my grandma start dinner, and then I remembered the gifts on the porch. I went out to retrieve them, as well as two of the many rose bouquets. Rushing to my room, I plopped down on my bed to open the big one.

Inside the big box were the Rihanna Puma slide ins in pink. I remember telling him I wanted them but they were sold out. I slipped them onto my bare feet, and twinkled my toes as I looked down at them. I then grabbed the slightly smaller box, and opened it to see a pretty gold bracelet with two diamond charms hanging from it. One charm was my initials, and the other was a pretty diamond heart. I looked further into it and saw there was a small folded note. I opened it up and it read,
add this one only if you want to.
He was referring to the diamond charm with
LQ
. I put the note and charm back into the box before locking it up. I then put the bracelet on, and laid back with my slippers still on.

Grabbing my phone, I went to our text conversation to respond.

Me:
Thanks for the gifts Len, but I’m sorry, I just can’t be with you anymore.

I backed out of my text app, and when I saw he’d texted back, I just locked my phone and silenced it. Ten minutes later he was calling, so I turned my phone face down so I wouldn’t be tempted to answer. I knew if I responded he would think he had a chance; he was very mistaken, however.