What My Eyes Can't See (2 page)

He smells so good, even though I cannot place the scent, and he’s clean all the way down to the fingernails. In addition to that, I know he has paper, because he is driving a Phantom and rocking some Russel leather Tom Fords. What every day nigga you know is rolling like that? Me, myself, I can’t afford designer clothes, but I read all the hottest magazines, so I know all about expensive shit.

He must be a baller, because he is nothing short of expensive. I know he’s not a rapper. If he were, I would have recognized his face by now. Besides that, the fact that his fingernails are clean turns me on. I swear I attract the men with dirtiest fingernails.

“Thank you,” was all I could say to him, as I tried to keep my knees from buckling. The way he said my name was so sexy. He made me want to take back all of the mean words that I was saying, and take him down right there in the store. I wanted to talk all sexy and womanlike for him, but I was too used to talking shit.

“It’s nice to meet you, Sacaria,” he introduced himself. “Here’s my number. I would like to take you out. Don’t answer me right now, though. Just think about it and hit me if it’s cool.”

“I will… think about it, that is,” I said, as I walked away smiling back at him. I knew he was watching me as I walked away.

On the way walking back to the house, I just couldn’t stop thinking about Shayvon, but I needed to know if he was telling the truth about his affiliation to Davona. That was necessary, before I would consider going on a date with him. I just moved back to town and I do not need any trouble in my life right now. I have been through entirely too much and I finally have a spot to myself with no drama. I still have friends with crazy situations going on in their lives, but I keep my distance as much as possible. Now that I have moved back to town, I’m far enough away from them to do just that—keep my distance.

I had moved to Atlanta for a while after my Granny Amanda, died. My granny decided it would be best for me to move in with her, after my mom left me alone in a crack house for days. I lived with Granny Amanda until she passed. She died in her sleep from old age.

She was such a beautiful woman. Everybody says that I look just like her. My granny always looked much younger than she actually was. Being in her seventies, she was always mistaken for being in her fifties. I was so proud of my granny. She raised eight kids on her own after grandpa died, and she still looked good as hell.

I posted so many pictures of her on my Instagram and other social media. People are always liking her pictures and leaving nice comments. I missed her so much that I had to move away for a while to get over it.

When she died, my granny left me her house and a little money. I’m not rich, but I’m good for a while until I find work. I am thinking about going back to school, but to be honest, I hate school, so I want to take it one day at a time. I was able to graduate early at the age of sixteen, but I’m not sure that I’m ready for college.

Now Davona’s black ass is popping up at my door. She must be about to ask me if Granny left me any money, or try to move in with me. She probably burned all of her bridges and has nowhere else to go. Granny would turn over in her grave if she even thought I let Davona into her house, after she didn’t even attend her funeral. I wouldn’t let that crack whore into my granny’s house if somebody paid me to.

It was customary for me to wait a day or so before I texted a dude, so I wouldn’t look thirsty, but I couldn’t. I texted him as soon as I walked through the door. I had to know what was up with him and Davona. Maybe he was selling her drugs. He does not look like the type to take head from a knock, but you never know. Ultimately, why let her come between us if he really didn’t know her.

Sacaria: This is Sacaria, wondering what up with you and Davona.

Shayvon: I was just doing my Moms a favor. Other than that, I don’t really know her.

Sacaria: So which one is it, you’re either her pimp, selling her dope, or sleeping with her or D all of the above?

Shayvon: Nah, you trip’n… I don’t sleep with nobody, I fuck! I don’t know anything about no supplies lol. I stay pimping though lol.

Sacaria: Ha-ha very funny, is you sure?

Shayvon: Dead ass, shorty.

If he was lying, he sure had me convinced.

Sacaria: A’ight then let’s hook up for dinner when you’re free.

Shayvon: A’ight shorty, tomorrow night is good. How about you?

Sacaria: Fa sho, I will hit you with my address tomorrow, in case I change my mind; you can’t stalk me, nigga.

S
acaria actually hit me up. All these bitches want a piece of this, but I never really cared if they hit me or not. I was actually excited that she decided to text me. Although, I was a little disappointed by how easy it was to get her to go out. At the end of the day, I was still one-step closer to making her mine.

I never even asked how old she was. Sacaria was looking young in the face and I’m hoping that she is at least eighteen. With me being twenty-one, I was not trying to be sitting in jail over no jailbait case. Shorty might be worth it, though. For the first time, I felt like I could have a better evening with a female, rather than chilling with my boys. I must be getting soft. I need to call my boys and get into some real nigga shit before I really do get soft. I know my niggas will be ready to do it big.

“What up wit it, bruh? Get them one hoes from the other day and meet me at the spot.”

“Aw shit. You trying to do it like that?” Q’Mari asked, as he let out a puff of smoke.

“Yep, and where Todd at? He ain’t answer my fuckin text.”

“He’s wit me. His BM went ham and broke his phone charger. We on the way to get a new one.”

“Aw damn, that bitch crazy, bruh. Well hurry up, nigga.”

“Fa’ sho’; I’m on my way!”

Me and my boys turned the fuck up with some lil hoes we knew from out of town. Those particular bitches would drop whatever they were doing to come and service us. I especially liked the red bone, because her head game was flawless. We didn’t mind spending a few chips on these bitches, since they were so down. We even sent them on a few drug runs every now and again. They would do anything we asked, I guess in hopes of one day getting wifed up, but I could never wife a bitch at this age. I am too wild and our relationship would be nothing but fuckery at this point.

Even Sacaria would have to understand my wild side, but I think she could make me sit my ass down. I would never hurt her and at the end of the day, if she couldn’t understand I would probably have to change it up.

A turn-up night will definitely get me back in focus. We rented a few suites and filled them with alcohol. We had to keep the ladies happy, and nothing makes them happier than expensive shit and alcohol. Popping bottles and pussy was the name of the game that night. Having a hot tub in the room didn’t hurt either. The water just gave the bitches one more reason to take off their clothes.

When the night was over, I was ready to focus all of my attention on Sacaria. I even made a point to turn off my ringer, so no hoes interrupted our night. I had never given a female all of my attention. Shit, no female has ever really been able to keep my attention, to a level that lasted more than five minutes past my orgasm. I was like my pops when it came to females. The only difference is that I do not have any kids. He dropped his seed in any bitch that was willing to open her legs. Pops made so many babies that I had to check a bitch’s ID to make sure I wasn’t about to fuck one of my sisters.

I never felt like any of these females are worthy of carrying mine. However, I could easily envision Sacaria barefoot and pregnant in my kitchen, cooking for me and looking happy as hell. I would be rubbing on her belly and teasing her with fake baby names that I know she wouldn't like. The thought alone gave me a lightweight erection, which put a smile on my face. Females don’t make me smile like that. A female thought she did once, but truthfully, I wasn’t smiling. I was really laughing at her raggedy weave and lame conversation.

Later that evening, Sacaria texted me her address, and it was on. I was ready to make the night one that she wouldn’t forget. Around 7 pm, I picked up Sacaria in front of her place. Sweaty palms and all, I met her at the door and gave her a small hug. She smelled so good, like Guilty by Gucci. I know my fragrances, but it just smelled so much better on her than other hoes, as if they made the fragrance just for her.

Her hair was as luxurious as I remembered it. It looked so soft to the touch. Her curls were so bouncy and with her good grade of hair, she had lots of baby hair around the edges of her face. She wasn’t wearing any make-up, but her lips looked so soft and shiny. I licked my lips when I thought about how good she might taste.

I walked her to the car and opened the door for her. My car was freshly detailed and smelling fresh to death. I saw her eyes rolling up and down my fit and the car that might soon be hers. I wasn’t sure how dudes had treated her in the past, so I did my best to treat her like a princess.

I have been around a few dudes with money, but this one takes the cake. I’m about to ride in a brand new Phantom with a nigga that’s dipped. Did I just die and go to heaven or what? All day long, I practiced talking like a lady, in hopes of impressing Shayvon. I hoped I didn’t mess things up. He met me at the door, hugged me, and then walked me to his car and opened the door for me. Shayvon could be with any female right now, but he chose me.
I hope were going on a real date. The last time a dude picked me up and treated me nice, he took me to his boy’s house and tried have sex with me five minutes after we got there.

Shayvon was playing Usher’s, “A New Flame”, when I got into his car. His music game and sound system was on fleek. I wasn’t sure what he had planned until we arrived at Ruth’s Chris Steak House. The dining was excellent, until this thirsty ass waitress came to the table. The hoe knew no boundaries. She was relentless with her flirting.
No, this disrespectful bitch ain’t sitting up here smiling all in his face. So, she doesn’t see me sitting here, huh?
She was cute, but the bitch was doing entirely too much, yet I kept my composure. What really surprised me was that Shayvon never gave her a second look. Shayvon actually seemed irritated by her attempts to dominate his attention. After she didn’t get the hint, he requested a male server to take her place.

When the atmosphere calmed, Shayvon asked me how old I was, so he could order me a drink. I was so used to lying about my age, but I told the truth in hopes of a good outcome. With that said, I declined.
I really wanted that drink.
I let him know that I was approaching eighteen. Shayvon told me that he was twenty-one. For some reason, our age difference did not seem to matter to either of us. Truth be told,I had always been attracted to older dick.

Tonight I had my first filet mignon, while he sipped a dirty Grey Goose martini and racked on a porterhouse. Shayvon treated me very special; his focus was on me all night. He wanted to know everything about me. I had been in the business of pleasing niggas, so I had forgotten what I liked.

Since Shayvon had been drinking, he let me drive while his navigation instructed me as I drove up to a fat ass house. I had to know what he did for a living. He was so busy learning about me that I forgot to ask about him. I know he is too young to have all of this fly shit. Maybe he has some rich parents. As fly as he was, I decided to let that be an afterthought.

We went inside the “glass house”, as I decided to call it, because it had big windows and glass everywhere with high ceilings. It smelled good inside, like jasmine with plush and spotless interiors. It was so clean that I could eat off the floor. Everything in his house looked brand new. There were big luxurious leather sofas, fur rugs, and marble floors. Flat screen TV's big enough to service a theater. Although I pretended not to be, I am sure he was able to tell that I was immediately impressed.

His house was quiet, except for the sound of some soft jazz playing in the background, as if he had a sound system throughout. I had never been in a home like this, so I did not know whether to sit or stand. It seemed that Shayvon sensed my hesitation, so he grabbed my hand and led me to the sofa.

“So do you have any questions for me, shorty? I have been picking your brain all night, but I haven’t told you about myself,” Shayvon admitted.

“Well, now that you mention it… How in the hell can you afford all of this shit? Your parents must be rich, huh?” Somehow, I don’t think that Shayvon was prepared to answer those questions.

“Nah, I got signed to a professional football team. I got injured, but my contract guaranteed me the money, even though I was no longer able to play.”

I was not one hundred percent convinced, but who was I to question this man’s income? He was treating me like a princess and that all that mattered. We talked and laughed as if we’d known each other for years. I wasn’t about to start questioning him like the police and ruin the mood.

We kissed a little and then Shayvon went to take a shower. He offered me a chance to spend the night and promised that he would not try anything; he agreed to take me home if I preferred. He must have been joking, because I wasn’t going anywhere. What do I look like, passing up the opportunity to sleep in this house with him? I slept in one of his shirts in a spare room after he kissed me good night, and went to what I thought might be his bedroom.

If he only knew how much I wanted him to stay with me. I could still smell his cologne on me. Since we couldn’t have sex, I did the next best thing. My hormones were going crazy, so I slipped a finger under his t-shirt until I climaxed.

In the morning, I did not want to leave the bed that I slept in. It was so big and comfortable. The sheets were so nice and the pillows were like puffy clouds. However, I could smell the aroma of good food, which made my mouth water. That set me on my journey to the kitchen.

When I arrived at the kitchen, I saw a cute woman cooking. She was wearing a uniform-looking outfit. Her frame was tall and thin, with a big butt. Her hair was long and straight, with turquoise tips. She was yellow in complexion, with full-face makeup. It looked like she was heading to the club. The bitch, whoever she was, even had on red bottom heels. Maybe she was fly and a little too fly to be here cooking, if you asked me. Yet and still with all of her glamour, I still looked better than she did first thing in the morning, with no makeup or heels.