“What can I do to get back into your good graces? Do you want me to have the paternity test done in utero? I can push for it if it’ll satisfy your inquiry.”
“Are you using condoms when you fuck other women?” she spat out of no where.
Whoa! That hit me like a ton of bricks. What is she insinuating…that I am some type of gigolo going from woman to woman?
“Where is all of this coming from?”
“Just answer the question. Let me know what I’m up against. And don’t forget that Spin girl…the D.J. that I met a few months back. Oh, and the one from the club earlier, either!” she hissed.
I was fucking offended. “Ray, I will swear on a stack of Qurans that before tonight I ain’t touch no * since yours in The Bahamas! I told you then that I wasn’t fucking anybody else. Where is this going?”
“Ummmmm…I think it’s fair for me to ask since you’ve gotten in the habit of fucking me raw!” she continued with venom until I decided I needed to correct her.
“Hold up! You initiated sex without protection, Ms. “I don’t want anything in between us” in the Caribbean! And if I recall you were the one demanding sex earlier…not me! Where are you going with all of this, Brimm? I’m not going to sit here and allow you to make me out to be a womanizer one minute and some damn perv the next! I’ve never pressured or manipulated you into shit.” I was about spazz.
She got quiet. The silence remained for seconds. She backed herself onto the wall near the door and fell on her haunches.
“I am so confused! I hate this place that we’re in! What the hell is this? I’m really having a difficult time figuring out your feelings for me. And don’t claim to have been open with me all this time because if you were I would have known about this Tara girl and her pregnancy! This is the very reason why I’ve been avoiding relationships—they’re too damn complicated. Do you know that right now I’m feeling like a whore after that episode earlier? I mean…what decent woman allows a man she’s only been dating, before taking a hiatus for nearly a month, to fuck her behind garbage dumpsters in a parking lot in the back of a club? I’ve been trying to answer this ever since it happened. And did I mention the guy was there with another woman? This is all too much for me. I can’t do this!” She collapsed her head into the palms of her hands.
Once again she involuntarily exposed her vulnerable side. I couldn’t believe she had all of those insecurities. I didn’t have the words to answer those questions. The young broad, RinRin, that was with me was an aspiring rapper. I’m acquaintances with her manager and he wanted her to hang out with me to develop her image. She was dope, but ain’t have shit for me.
I saw that Rayna was absolutely clueless about my feelings for her. Shit, I counted twenty-two days since we last saw each other. I had a few of my people tail her a couple of times while we weren’t speaking just to keep an eye on her. I hadn’t resolved to just walking away from her.
It’s funny that she brought Spin up. Rayna would be shocked to know that I almost smashed her again recently, but just before going in I got turned off because ol’ girl wasn’t fitting the “Rayna bill”. I remembered how well things didn’t go that night after I rejected Spin. Our relationship plummeted after that experience. Even though I couldn’t get Rayna out of my system, I wasn’t going to chase her. My pride wouldn’t allow me to do it. She had to let that Tara being pregnant shit ride. It was a moot issue, I was done with it.