Chapter 28

28

Ahmad

T he next night…

I waited patiently for Nala to come downstairs. I could never understand why women took thirty years to get ready when they had already been informed of the time they were leaving.

The doorbell rang and I went to answer it. I was sure it was the nanny since Nala and I were going out tonight. Rabbit had a sugar rush and had been bouncing around the house since I gave her a big ass lollipop that she demolished in five minutes flat. I had to hear Nala's mouth about giving her candy before bed and spoiling her, but whatever my baby wanted, she was getting it.

I opened the door as Tiffany stepped inside.

"Good evening, Mr. Pryor," she greeted.

"Good evening. Call me Ahmad."

"Will do."

"Ms. Tiffany!" Makari yelled, running and barreling into her as Tiffany picked her up in her arms.

"Whoa, friend!" Tiffany chuckled. "You are a Livewire tonight, huh?"

"That's because someone who shall remain nameless, gave her candy before bed," Nala said, making her way down the stairs.

My fucking eyes doubled in size seeing her come down in a bronze Chanel wrap dress that clung to every hill and valley of her frame. I was almost tempted to tell her to change into something looser, but I wasn't a hating ass nigga who didn't want their lady to show the fuck out when we stepped.

Her hair was in its naturally curly state, and the bronze heels that matched her dress gave her ass more definition. To say I was enamored was putting it lightly. This woman had my head gone.

"Okayyy, hot mama!" Tiffany geeked as Nala smiled, staring at me with lust in her eyes.

"Ooh, Mommy and Papa Ahmad are boyfriend and girlfriend now?"

"Are you okay with that,?" Nala asked, taking her hand and pulling her closer to her.

I didn't think she didn't know already, considering we stayed in the same bedroom; however, I was hoping she would be okay with this. Her feelings mattered because without her approval of me being with her mother, I would have to stay at my loft until she became comfortable with us being together. This was new for us all.

"I saw you kiss him at Grandpa and Grandma house. Are you supposed to do that?"

"Uhhh…" Nala seemed to be stumped for words as I stepped in to clear it up the best way I knew how.

"Well,Rabbit, when two people genuinely care and like each other, they show it by way of affection. I kiss your mommy because I really like her. However, if you don't want us to show affection that way, we won't."

"Papa Ahmad?"

"Yes, Rabbit?"

"I know grown-ups kiss. I saw it on TV when Mommy watches Grey's Anatomy then they end up married and have children. If you kiss Mommy, you have to marry her and give me siblings."

The three of us stood in shock as Nala's eyes closed and she tried to hide the smirk on her face.

"Okay, little one, let's get our popcorn and movie going. You two enjoy your night out," Tiffany said, picking Rabbit up and carrying her into the living room.

Nala shook her head. "I'm sorry. She's very observant. I didn't think she knew all of that."

"I don't have biological children, but I've seen enough on TV to know they know a lot… especially at her age. It's nothing, Bunny. I'll drop some buns in your oven if that's what you want." I smirked as she playfully rolled her eyes and went to hug and kiss Makari.

"Have a good night, baby, and don't keep Ms. Tiffany up all night."

"I won't. Bring me back some siblings!"

"Oh God!" We all laughed as I escorted her out the door.

I never dreamed I'd ever take dating tips from my little brother; however, I had no clue how to court a woman that I actually liked. My idea of courting was taking her ass to get a four-for-four and getting a hotel room to smut her out then send her on her way. This was different. I wanted this woman standing beside me who was making it hard for me not to raise that dress above her ass and make them cheeks ripple. Bunny the Body was what I deemed her as of late. Her overall appearance and personality was what attracted me to her, so if I had to ask my annoying ass brother for dating tips, I'd be happy to accept.

This nigga told me to take her dancing. I wasn't sure if she was into that shit until we entered Green Vibez nightclub, and she immediately started moving her body to the Tems joint "Essence". I wasn't one to dance, but when Bunny started throwing that ass against me, I fell in sync with her. I let her dance while I stood, grabbing handfuls of her fat ass, admiring the view. Shit was crazy. This place wasn't that type of vibe, but I was on whatever Bunny was on and dared a motherfucka to say something.

"That's how you coming, baby?" I whispered in her ear once she came back up. Her head turned to me as she smirked.

"For now."

"I promise if you keep this shit up, Rabbit gon' get what she wants." She giggled. "Come on, let's get our table so we can eat."

I led her to our table where we dined over caviar, escargot, chicken piccata, blackened salmon, and a host of other seafood that she loved. Straightening my utensils after I wiped them, I was skeptical about eating out at restaurants. People didn't wash their hands, and that alone made me queasy, but I braved through it. I was straightening the salt and pepper shakers when I felt Nala's hand on mine. She smiled at me then interlocked our fingers.

"Tonight, I don't want you to think about rearrangements or order. Just focus on the meal, and on me. Can you do that?"

I smiled as I looked at her. "All about you, baby," I told her, kissing her hand.

This shit was going to be hard as fuck, but I was going to follow her lead and not give in to the urge of going to make sure the chefs were wearing gloves and washing their hands.

The night went on as we vibed. I thought I was intrigued by her when I first saw her photo, but seeing her in the flesh was a whole other ball game. I paid attention to the way she sat poised, the way her eyes squinted when she was in deep thought, and the way her cheeks flushed every time she caught me staring at her for too long. I didn't know how I could be blessed with such a beautiful woman such as her. After all the wrong I'd done in my life, that last wrong deed proved to be the right one. Fuck it, yeah, I was whipped. I could never see myself without them now. Whether we got married or not, we were locked in for life.

"I got something for you," I told her, pulling the slim box from inside of my pocket.

"Aw shit, I get a gift on the first date?"

"You getting more than that—"

"Hush!"

She swatted my hand as I slid the box across the table. She opened it and gasped when she saw the eighteen karat diamond necklace inside. I stood and walked behind her, taking the necklace from the box and placing it around her neck. Once I hooked the clasp, I kissed her on her neck tenderly.

"If you're what love feels like, then I think I made the right decision when I took that job. I don't mean to bring up shit that we promised not to speak on again, but I can't help but wonder if this was God's way of aligning us. Our situation started off rocky, but ever since we began to explore whatever this is, I can feel my heart beat again. You got me doing shit that I've never done, and I promise, even if this doesn't work, you and Rabbit will always be taken care of, and that's my word. Thank you for helping me feel again." I turned her head toward me and kissed her lips. Nala stood and wrapped her arms around me, kissing me deeply then pulling away.

"I love this version of you. Your vulnerability, your protection, the way you are with Makari—After six years, I never thought I would find anyone to care for me like you do. You saved us and gave me good dick, so not working out isn't going to work for me." We laughed as she pecked my lips again. "I love it. Thank you."

"Always, baby."

"I'm going to the restroom. When I come back, we can leave. I'm done here."

"Do your thang, baby. I'll settle the bill and wait for you by the door."

"Okay."

She kissed me again and walked away. I watched her the whole time feeling like a lovesick nigga that couldn't wait until she came back because I missed her. That fuck boy Slim was the dumbest nigga ever. Nala was the perfect example of love, strength, and independence, and my Rabbit was a reflection of that. Nigga didn't know what he was missing—now he couldn't miss shit because I blew his brain out.

I settled the bill then waited for her by the door. After ten minutes passed, I frowned and headed in the direction of the bathroom. My phone vibrated with a text as I looked at the unknown number.

213-888-6941: Go to the car.

Me: Fuck is this?

213-888-6941: If you want to see Nala again, you'd follow my instructions.

My stomach dropped as I hurried toward the ladies room and bust through the door.

"Bunny!" I yelled. A few ladies screamed, but I didn't give a fuck about that as I pushed open the stalls.

"Are you crazy? Get out of here!" a woman yelled. I had a good mind to tell her to shut the fuck up, but my phone buzzed again.

213-888-6941: Don't panic. She's safe. For now.?? meet me at this address. Come alone or else.

The location immediately followed the text as I hurried out of the restaurant. Whoever the fuck this was, I was going to peel their fucking skin from their body with a potato peeler. I didn't have any lingering beef, especially none where I called home. Getting inside my car, I sped out of the parking lot while dialing the number that texted me. It went straight to voicemail, and I had a good mind to call Ashton to trace the number to find out who the fuck it was, but I had to think about Bunny's safety.

The location was about fifteen minutes from the restaurant. When I pulled up, it looked like some Hotel Transylvania type shit. The area and house was nice, but it was dark and the only lights were the ones coming from inside.

213-888-6941: Come inside. Go up the stairs and go to the first door on the right.

I got my gun from the center console, then got out, looking around, making sure no one was lurking. I couldn't fathom the thought of whoever the fuck this was bringing her harm. I promise I wasn't talking about or negotiating shit. The first motherfucka I saw was catching a bullet straight to the head.

I pushed the door open and crept inside. The house was empty, but clean and filled with tea light candles and rose petals. My anxiety lowered some as confusion took over me. I know this wasn't one of my bitches from my past playing with me. Whichever one of them hos that did this was getting a bullet too because what the fuck type of shit was this?

I followed the texts instructions and went to the first door on the right. Slowly, I pushed the door open with my gun leading the way. As the room came into view, I saw Bunny lying on a bed of roses wearing some sexy lingerie, smiling up at me.

"Put the gun down and bring your sexy ass over here."

I placed the gun on the dresser then walked over to her. I wrapped my hand around her neck and brought her closer to me, nibbling her bottom lip with my teeth.

"Why the fuck you playing with me, Bunny?"

She smirked. "I couldn't kidnap you without you killing your brother, so I had him text you. It was risky, but I knew you would come."

"Oh yeah?"

She nodded. I gripped her neck a little tighter. A moan escaped her as her eyes closed. I could feel her hands tugging at my belt until she was able to push them down.

"Bend your ass over… now," I told her, releasing her. When she obliged, the bronze negligee she wore had a hole in the center for easy access.

"And I'ma shoot the shit out of his punk ass for playing with me." I slapped her ass and grabbed a handful as she moaned audibly. Removing my clothes, I climbed in the bed but stopped. "Are these sheets clean?"

"Babbyyy, please…" she whined. "I wouldn't bring you anywhere dirty."

I chuckled a bit then dove headfirst, eating her pussy from the back. Once I made her cum, I flipped her over, tossing her legs over my shoulders and entering her roughly.

"Shit, Ahmad, fuck me!" she screamed.

"Take this shit off," I said, ripping the thin lace, exposing her beautiful breasts.

As I slowed my pace, I stroked her while I sucked her nipples. Bunny's pussy was like fucking crack. There was no way this one woman came into my life and moved shit around, making me fall for her smart-mouthed, stubborn ass—but she did. As I looked into her eyes, she reached up and touched my face. I kissed the inside of her wrist as I continued to dig her guts out.

"I love you…"

I paused and looked down at her. I could tell she was skeptical about saying those words. Little did she know, I'd been wanting to tell her I loved her since the day I helped her take her braids out.

"I love you too, Bunny. It ain't one-sided."

She smiled and drove her tongue into my mouth. I proceeded to fuck her until we both climaxed. As we lay in the candlelit room, I held her close and did something I hadn't done since I was a teenager. I prayed. Prayed that this feeling I was feeling never went away. I was going to give Bunny and Rabbit a life I never had and one they never dreamed of. She deserved to feel the love from a man other than her father, and I was going to be sure to give it to her.