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  “Don't say that, she doesn't cheat.” Yami couldn't hold her laugh because she knew he was telling the truth. Ray didn't like to lose, so she would cheat if it meant that she was going to win.

  “You’re a damn lie, you know she cheats and you probably taught her that shit. It's cool, though. She can get that.” Miego smiled, thinking about Ray. He was attached already to the point where he didn't mind spending time with Ray, with or without Yami.

  “Don't put that on me. I didn't teach her that.” Yami laughed again.

  Miego's hand went in the air as he pointed at Yami. “See, you just admitted that shit. You know it's true.”

  “I’m about to go, just call me if she gives you any trouble.” Yami tried to stand, but Miego held her in place.

  “Damn, can I get a goodbye kiss, a thank you for watching my shorty kiss, and an I want you naked in my bed later kiss?”

  “Oh my God, you are so damn extra sometimes.”

  Yami turned her face and connected her lips with his, but it wasn't the quick peck she’d planned. Miego did like always and held her close to his body, sending his tongue into her mouth in a way that sucked the energy right out of her. He made sure that every time he had the opportunity to be close to her that he gave her a reason to want more. He was trying to respect her request to take things slow, but being around her every day was making it more complicated. Every once in a while, he would hook up with somebody just to get a release, but Yami would be on his mind the entire time. He had to have her soon.

  “You like that shit, though, so quit complaining. Yo, check it. Let's do something tonight.”

  “Something like what? I don't really have anywhere for Ray to go. My mother basically won't talk to me, and Yaz, well I don't really know how that’s going to work out.”

  “Let me figure all that out.”

  She looked at him strangely but agreed. “Umm, okay, but I can't leave her with just anybody.”

  “Chill, shorty. I wouldn't expect you to. I got this, go figure shit out with your sister and let me handle it.” He pulled her body into his and then kissed her on the forehead before letting her get up.

  Once Yami was on her feet, she moved to the door with Miego right behind her. After dressing in some jeans and a button up polo, she was out the door and praying that things went well. She hated fighting with her sister. It had always been just the two of them against everybody no matter what, so them not talking didn't sit well with Yami, and she needed to fix it, like yesterday.

  *****

  It was Saturday afternoon, one of her sister’s busiest days at the shop. Yami figured if she addressed her sister at her job then she wouldn't flip out on her too bad. Yaz loved her job and wouldn't jeopardize it for anything. She was the head stylist at Perfections, an upscale salon that dealt with a lot of rich clients. Every powerful black woman in Atlanta was a regular at Perfections, or had been through there at some point, and Yaz handled a lot of them. She was a beast when it came to hair and made a lot of money because of it. Yaz just spent almost every dime she made because she loved to shop, which was why she was still living in the hood.

  The second Yami hit the door and Yaz laid eyes on her, she sucked her teeth and turned her clients chair so she could see Yaz’s finished product.

  “Girl, you get me right every time. I swear you have a gift.”

  Yami looked at the young girl sitting in her sister’s chair and smiled. Yaz had definitely hooked her up, and that couldn’t be denied.

  “Thanks, Trece. Just go see Amber and she’ll get you right for your next appointment.”

  She nodded and the two women said their goodbyes. Yami waited patiently, and the second she was gone, Yaz looked at her, looked out the front of the shop and then back to her sister.

  “I see you’re living good,” Yaz said, referring the car that Yami had pulled up in.

  “Yaz, don't do that. I’m here so we can talk. I miss you.”

  Yaz laughed under her breath. “You miss me, huh? It doesn't look like it. You riding around in brand new cars. Don't look like you need anything from me anymore, Yami.”

  Yami knew Yaz was referencing the fact that Yaz was the one who used to get Ray to and from daycare and Yami back and forth to school. Now that she had her own car, she didn't need her sister for that.

  “Really, Yaz? Don't be childish. You really think all I needed you for was to drive me places? I’m your sister.”

  “Sisters don't throw shots like you did when you’re simply trying to help.” Yaz turned her back to Yami and started straightening up her station.

  “I wasn't throwing shots, Yaz, I just wanted you to know that Miego wasn't Trez, so you didn't need to treat my situation like that. I'm sorry if you think it was anything more than that, but it wasn't. I wish you would just get over it. I miss you, Yaz. I miss talking to you. Mommy won't talk to me and you won't talk to me, it's just weird.”

  Yaz turned and stared at her sister, but didn't say anything. She just stood there thinking, so Yami spoke again.

  “Yaz, please. I miss you,” she begged.

  It took a minute, but Yaz eventually rolled her eyes and then threw her arms around Yami. “I miss you too. Mommy won't talk to you, so she’s doubling up on me, and she’s about to drive me crazy. You need to fix that. I don't know how much more I can take. She even showed up at my apartment and complained the whole time about how I don't clean this right and I don't stack my food in the refrigerator right, and towels aren't supposed to be folded like that. I was like, ‘sit your nosey ass in the living room like any other normal guest and you wouldn't have to worry about how my towels are folded.’”

  Yami burst out laughing. “Oh my God, I’m sorry, but I don't miss that. You can have it.”

  “I love her, Yami, I swear, but she has me blocking her calls and hiding when I hear somebody knocking on my door. She doesn't know what to do with herself since you and Ray moved out, and I’m not the one to help her figure that shit out.”

  “Well, neither am I.”

  Yami sat down in her sister’s style chair and watched as she got ready for her next appointment.

  “So, I guess you really like this guy then?” Yaz said randomly.

  Yami shrugged. “Yeah, I guess. He’s cool.”

  “He’s cool?” Yaz questioned with a confused look. “Yami, you don't just move in with somebody that you’re just cool with. You live with him, right?” She had to ask since she and Yami hadn’t really talked in the past month. Yaz knew her sister had moved out of her mom’s apartment, but to be perfectly honest, she didn't know where her sister and niece were living.

  “Yes, but I guess you can say he lives with me. The apartment he bought is in my name.” Yami watched her sister’s face for a reaction.

  “That nigga bought you an apartment and a car? What the fuck, Yami?”

  Yami looked around because her sister had damn near yelled it. A few of the people in the shop glanced at them but went right back to what they were doing.

  “He just didn't want it in his name.” Yami shrugged. “But I mean, really it's his. I would never fight him for it. He bought it.”

  “See, that right there is why you don't need to deal with a man like that. I swear I wonder about you sometimes. So you have a man that bought you a nice ass car and an apartment, but you're sitting here saying you wouldn't fight him over it. Shit, Yami, you don't have to. It belongs to you.”

  “He’s not my man. Well, I mean, not really. And why would I? I’m not with him for that.”

  “What do you mean he’s not your man? You live there don't you, he’s buying you shit, expensive shit, and he’s playing house with your daughter? That’s your damn man, Yami, and from what I've heard about him, he don't do shit like that. He’s only ever taken care of one other person, some hoe ass trick named Kia, and even then he wasn't living with her ass. I know I wasn't on board at first, but man, if he’s doing it like that and treating you right, then fuck it. Do your thing.”


  Yami rolled her eyes at her sister. It was just like her to be focused on dollar signs. Yami didn't care about any of that, she just wanted someone who respected her enough to treat her right. She felt like she was worth that, and Black never would, so if Miego was willing to be that for her, then she was willing to give him a chance.

  “I mean exactly what I said, he’s not my man. Hell, we might as well be roommates. I have my own room and he has his. I’m not jumping into anything, even you said that. I don't care what he spends his money on and you shouldn't either.”

  Yaz looked at her sister like she was crazy. “You have your own room? So let me get this straight. He bought you an apartment, put it in your name, bought you a car, and you can't even tell me what that nigga’s dick game is like? That don't make sense, Yami.”

  “Well, it's true, so I don't know what to tell you. I told him I wanted to take things slow and he agreed. I mean it’s not like I don't know he wants to because he does, but right now, we’re just kind of figuring things out.”

  “I’m not even going to touch that, but I will say this. You might be figuring shit out, but trust me when I say he damn sure knows what he wants, and you better make sure he gets it soon if you like that little set up you have,” Yaz said and rolled her eyes. “What about Black? Has he seen Ray lately? What did he say about the two of you living with him?”

  The look on Yami’s face gave Yaz her answer. “Yami, that’s the wrong move. Don't keep Ray from him. You know how he is about her. I can't believe you would even be stupid enough to do that.” And just like that, Yaz had gone back to her condescending self.

  “I’m not keeping her from him. I just needed a minute to figure things out.”

  “So, he knows where you are, that you’re living with another man with his daughter?”

  “It’s not his business, so it doesn't matter.”

  Yaz laughed. “Oh, it matters, Yami. It's not really his business as far as you’re concerned, but where Ray is concerned, it's definitely his business. You know just like I know that he would lose his damn mind if he knew what your set up was, which is why you’re hiding. You need to fix that, Yami. If that nigga is man enough to have you up in his shit, then he needs to be man enough to deal with the consequences. He said he got you, right?”

  “Don't put that on him. Miego doesn’t know anything about that. He doesn't care if Black sees Ray.”

  Yaz laughed sarcastically “I bet that nigga will care when Black and his people come for him guns blazing. You’re playing with fire, Yami. You wanted this and now you got it. Fix it, and you better do it sooner than later. Black is not the one to play with.”

  Yami sat there thinking about what her sister said and she knew that Yaz was right, but she just wasn't ready to deal with Black. It wasn't right to keep Ray from Black, but technically she wasn't keeping her from him because it wasn't like he had been asking to see her over the past week. Staying away was the only way she knew would keep the peace. Things were going well in her life right now, and she wanted them to remain that way. She knew that eventually she would have to face Black, but she’d cross that bridge when she got to it.

  Yami sighed and looked at her sister. “I know, and I will.”

  Yaz shook her head and finished cleaning her station.

  “And about the whole Trez thing, I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t sweat that, you were right anyway. I was in my feelings about that shit. I have been for a long time now, and I know that every man ain't Trez. It's time I let that go on some real shit. I’m angry and alone, and he’s living it up, chilling and happy. It's just hard. You put that much time into someone and then they shit on you like it's nothing. It just hurts, but you’re right, Miego ain't Trez.”

  Yami smiled sympathetically at her sister. “He’s out there for you, Yaz. You have just been so wrapped up in your feelings that you haven't been looking.”

  Yaz laughed. “Girl, bye. I ain't looking because I don't have no interest in that right now. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't turn down some good dick right now, but everything else that comes with it, you can keep that shit. I mean that,” Yaz said confidently, which made Yami laugh.

  They continued catching up until Yaz’s client showed up, and after a hug and another warning, Yami left to head home. She had a lot on her mind and needed to figure out her next move.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “You ready?” Miego stood in Yami’s door and leaned against the frame, watching as she stood in front of the full length mirror that sat in the corner of her room. She was dressed in a jean dress that hit just below her knees. She tightened the belt around her waist before running her fingers through her hair.

  “Yep, but I wish you would tell me where we’re going.”

  Miego looked at her with a slight smile. “You don't trust me, Yami? Damn, I do know how to handle a date.”

  “I trust you, or I wouldn't have agreed to go. I just want to know where you’re taking me.”

  “You’ll see when we get there, so let's go.”

  She frowned before she walked over to her bed, grabbed her purse, and then approached him so they could leave. Miego’s tall frame blocked the door. He looked down at her, admiring her pretty face while her eyes roamed his body.

  He was dressed in dark denim jeans and a navy polo with matching hat. She could look at him all day and never get tired of it. He was so sexy to her, and aside from the fact that he would say the craziest things sometimes, she was falling for him. Being around him day and night was making it almost impossible not to. As hard as he was, he had the sweetest personality, and he treated both her and Ray like they were his main priority. Who wouldn't be easily addicted to that?

  “Can we go?” Yami asked, feeling uncomfortable under his intense stare.

  He chuckled. “I still make you nervous?”

  “No, I just don't want us to be late.”

  Miego moved closer to her before he leaned down and kissed her. “I make you nervous, but it's cool. I won't hurt you, Yami. You’ll eventually learn to trust that.” He stepped back and winked at her before leaving the room.

  When they reached the living room, Ray jumped up from the floor where she was watching TV and ran to her mother.

  “You look so pretty, Mommy.” Ray grinned at her just before Miego scooped her up in his arms, forcing a slew of giggles out of her.

  “You look pretty too, baby girl.” He lowered her body, holding her against his chest, and kissed her on the forehead.

  Watching Miego with her daughter made Yami fall harder for him, but it also made her feel bad about that fact that she was keeping Ray from her father. As much as she hated it, she knew that she had to do something about it.

  Forty minutes later, they pulled up at a building near her mom and sister’s house, and when Miego parked, she looked at the building and then back at him, curious about where they were.

  “Isn't this your mother’s building?”

  Miego just smiled and got out. He walked to the back door on the passenger side, got Ray out of her car seat, and then opened Yami’s door. “Let's go.”

  “Tell me why we’re at your mom’s building first,” Yami said, looking up at the building and then back to him.

  “Yami, let's go.”

  Her expression dropped and she looked at him like he had lost his mind. “Why are we at your mom’s house?”

  “You said you couldn't just leave her with anybody, so my mom said she’d keep Ray for us. My sister is here too, so she’ll be good,” Miego rattled off and then turned to walk to the building, but stopped when he didn't feel Yami moving behind him.

  “I don't know your mother, Miego,” Yami said firmly, still not moving.

  He turned to face her with a grin. “You don't trust my mom with your daughter, shorty? That’s fucked up, but that’s cool. Either way, we’re still going in there and then you can tell her to her face that you don't trust her.”

  “I’m didn't say that. I mean, I didn’t say
that I don’t trust her to watch Ray. All I said was that I don’t know her.”

  “I’ight then, let’s go so that you can meet her.” He took a step in Yami’s direction, grabbed her hand and began moving toward the building again. Once they made it to his mother’s floor, he unlocked the door and stepped inside. Yami was right behind him and about to lose it.

  “Ginette, where you at?” He yelled from the living room, and not even seconds later his mother appeared with his sister right behind her.

  “Oh my, look at this pretty girl,” Ginette said placing her hand on Rays back and then gently rubbing it.

  “Ma, this is Yamiah and Ray.” Miego’s head nodded toward Yami, who was standing beside him, and his mother smiled and extended a hand to her.

  “How you doing, baby? I’m glad you’re here.” Ginette's smile was soft and welcoming, which was a good sign.

  “I’m good, and I’m pleased to meet you,” Yami offered and accepted her hand. After a she released it, she glanced at her daughter. “Are you sure you don't mind keeping her?”

  Ginette noticed the nervous look on Yami’s face and offered a reassuring smile. She loved children, and since she only had the one grandchild, she welcomed the opportunity to spend time with Yami’s daughter. But she also understood her hesitancy about leaving her child with a stranger.

  “I don't mind at all. In fact, I’ve been looking forward to it since this one doesn't seem to have any interest in having any of his own. Trust me, she’s in good hands. I promise to take good care of her, you have my word on that, sweetheart.”

  There was something about Ginette’s words that put Yami at ease, so she nodded and agreed. “I appreciate it.”

  “What’s up, Yami?” Yanna said before walking past her and plopping down on the sofa.

  “Hey.” Yami looked at Miego and then right back to his sister.

  “Girl, don't stand there looking crazy. You’re good,” Yanna said, glancing at her and then focusing on the TV. “So where are y'all heading?” she asked, this time not looking at her.