I knocked on Ashanti's door, frustrated as hell. She has some explaining to do about why she left me at the club with her over excited friend. The chick was telling everybody I was her body guard and acting like she was some type of celebrity. I had never met someone who was so oblivious to the fact that not only did no one know her, but they didn't give a damn about her. The whole purpose of me going out was to get a little more information about Ashanti, and see where her head is. Not to babysit her crazy ass friend.
Ashanti opened the door and I stifled a laugh. The crust on the corner of her mouth and her untamed hair told me she had just woken up.
"Why are you knockin' at my door so early in the morning?" she said, rubbing her eyes.
"It's three in the afternoon."
"That's morning for me."
"Ashanti-"
"Shhh!" she said while pulling me inside. Despite this tough exterior she has developed, her house decor reminded me so much of the old her I thought I knew. Ashanti was extremely knowledgeable about different cultures. I remember how passionate she used to be when she would talk about the different ways other cultures did things, compared to us. I always pictured her being some type of professor or teacher. Instead, she's my best friend's yes girl. Still, her place felt like home.
"You can stop lookin' so shocked. Just because I hustle doesn't mean I'm ratchet".
She disappeared down a hall and I heard the faint sound of a shower being turned on. It was something about Sha that I've always liked. Don't know if it's her natural beauty; she never wore makeup or put weave in her hair. Don't know if it was her mind; she had a way of saying things that make you almost turn your perspective around. Don't know if it's her good heart, because she has to have one to put up with Chaz, doing what he tells her to do, for all these years. I honestly, don't see how she hadn't left before now. Maybe she isn't as strong as I thought she was.
Time went by and Ashanti graced me with her presence once again. Her black satin robe hugged to her smooth, butter like skin, and her hair was brushed back off of her face. She looked at me and smiled, knowing the control just her body could have over me. For years, I had to constantly remind myself that she's Chaz's sister, and the first time he thought I was talking to her, he decided to wrinkle up my Polo shirt.
"So, why you woke me up out of my beauty sleep?" she said while sitting on the ottoman that was in front of the love seat. She crossed her legs, her robe slightly falling off of her shoulder revealing to me a butterfly tattoo. My mouth became abnormally dry and I adverted my gaze.
"Why did you leave me at the club last night?" I asked her.
"I had to handle something."
"Where's Chaz?"
"Not in here."
Well that's fucking obvious. I blew out a frustrated breath and walked to stand in front of her. Most women would push a guy out the way, intimidated by the mere fact of someone standing over them. Not Ashanti. She slowly threw her head back and looked up at me. I imagined her eyes locked with mine just like that while she flicked her tongue on the tip of my dick. I tried my best to clear my head of the sexual thoughts that were clouding it before I could no longer hide the snugness of my jeans.
"Why are you being complicated?" I asked huskily.
"Why are you asking so many questions?"
"Why won't you answer them?"
She licked her lips, bringing my attention to them. I was going completely rogue at this point, doing more than I know I should. I can no longer help myself. I softly traced the line of her bottom lip with my index finger.
"Do you want me Sev?" she asked me, lust oozing from her tone. "Because I want you".
She stood up and pressed her body against mine. I brushed her hair away and placed butterfly kisses on her neck. She smelled of that Japanese Cherry Blossom perfume I've smelled on women before. It was my favorite.
"I can't Sha." I whispered against her skin.
"But why?" she wined.
"Because Chaz-"
She sucked her teeth and pushed me away. She adjusted her robe, and I knew whatever moment was building up is most likely gone now.
"Sha, don't be like that. He'll kill me if he even found out I'm looking at you in these types of ways."
"I'm not thirteen anymore! I can't be with anyone let alone get some dick 'cause everybody walkin' round here scared of Chaz!"
"It's not fear, it's respect".
"Where the fuck was the respect when he slapped me across my face that day?"
I looked at her speechless.
"That's what I thought."
She pulled me to her front door and pushed me out of it, slamming the door in my face. I know I shouldn't have put the blame on Chaz for me being hesitant, because it honestly has nothing to do with him. That reason just seemed to be easier to say and better for her to understand. Everything that makes me a man wanted to knock on the door and tell her how sorry I was. Tell her everything that I've been feeling over the years. Tell her how all I wanted was to be with her.
I leaned my head on her door and sighed. I remember the last night I slipped through her window. She was up waiting for me, just like she always is, and greeted me with a brace filled smile. I had laid next to her, holding her hand, and looking into her eyes. She was so innocent then, looking at me with all the love in the world in those deep pools of brown. I wanted to make love to her right then, but I knew she wasn't ready. I knew I didn't need to take it there with her. I had just graduated and gotten my acceptance letter to the university I always wanted to go to. I knew if I had told her I was leaving, she would have done everything to get me to stay. Knowing me, I would have. It wasn't until now that I realized how much of an impact me leaving had on her life. She needed me just as much as I needed her. I don't know why I didn't arrange for us to meet up somewhere once she was done with school. Chaz probably wouldn't have let her go off to school even if she had the desire to. I could have waited, but I didn't. I should have contacted her to tell her I was still here for her, but I didn't. Only thing I can say for sure, that woman in there isn't the Ashanti I know. Or maybe she is, and I just wasn't around to see the transformation.
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Blood Ties
ChickLit*PLEASE COMMENT AND VOTE* Under her brother's shadow, Ashanti has done everything he's ever asked. She ran the game with him with not even a complaint. One thing her brother didn't play about was his money, and his little sister. He didn't want anyo...
