Thicker Than Water by Takerra Allen Read Free Book Online

independent driving her own car and holding a good job, sucks and fucks like a porn star but is miraculously a virgin having no sexual track record whatsoever all the while putting up with his shit, baby mamas, bangin, drug-slingin, collect calls, bail, and chicken heads, but when they get her they either don’t know how to treat her or aint worth shit themselves. Tell me Ree, why does a man with nothing want a woman with everything?” She asked matter of factly. He retorted back quickly.
    “Why can’t it be a man with something just wants a woman with something too?”
    “That’s not usually the way it works though Ree. There’s always one person who has more to offer than the other. And that person ends up feeling all in control like they’re needed and more important than the other person,” she answered intensely.
    Ree let out a sigh and shook his head before responding.
    “Damn sweetheart.” He leaned forward as if about to say something just meant for the two of them, even though they were the only people on the jet besides the pilot in the cockpit. “You’re smart Tatum, but you got a lot of growing up to do.” He was dead serious. Tatum was offended. No one had ever said that to her.
    “Excuse me?” Was all she could come up with in response.
    “I mean, don’t take it the wrong way but we all got a lot of growing up to do baby. It’s just that you have a close minded view on relationships. Sometimes people just like to do nice things for others. It’s not about power or importance. Maybe one person has more to offer financially while the other has an abundance in knowledge and guidance. Spiritual wealth, which by the way Ms. Lady is much more of value than any dollar.” Tatum’s heart sank to her stomach. He had her. Everything that she thought she knew about he already knew. He’d been there, mentally he was with her and a man was actually teaching her something. She knew that he was different and she knew right there, that she was in trouble.
     
    It was 9:30 p.m. when Neli stepped out of the bathtub and slid into her silk camisole and panties. She hadn’t seen Ray at all since she’d come home this morning and was running over the excuse she would feed him when she finally did see him. ‘I spent the night at Kim’s last night because I was too drunk to drive and I would have called but…Oh yeah, my phone died.’ She smiled at her own cleverness.
    She walked down the stairs slowly, allowing the plush carpet to massage her toes as she admired the beautiful house she lived in. It was extremely comfortable, and although it was a price to pay, like sleeping next to a man you barely knew, and liked even less, it was kind of worth it. Neli went to the kitchen, opened the fridge and took out a vanilla yogurt. Just as she was grabbing a spoon and heading to the living room to catch a rerun of Sex and the City, she heard keys jingling in the door. The thoughts in her head were going a mile a minute.
    ‘ I was at Kim’s, no we went out. Then, I fell asleep at Kim’s and I forgot my phone, no my phone went dead. My phone went dead.’
    “Where were you?” He demanded, storming into the kitchen.
    “Hello to you too Ray,” Neli answered sarcastically.
    “Where the hell have you been Penelope? You think that I’m going to marry a woman that spends the night out whenever the hell she feels like it, huh?” Ray yelled slamming his car keys down on the counter. Neli turned around to face him and stared him dead in the eye. ‘He’s so pathetic.’
    “No,” she answered, really meaning that she had no intention on marrying him at all.
    “Listen Ray, I went out with the girls and then when we got back I was too drunk to drive and I fell asleep at Kim’s.”
    “What the hell? Why didn’t you call, Penelope?”
    “My phone went dead.”
    “Bullshit!” He interrupted angrily, before she could get anything out. He was really pissed. Neli could see his nostrils flaring and his yellow skin