In Love with a Thug by Reginald L. Hall Page A

care of my skin and hair just to get compliments like that. And furthermore I thank you for noticing.”
    â€œNo need to thank me. All that is mine now,” he said, waving his hand in front of my face. “I’m gonna make you a queen. Not just a queen but my queen. Do you have any problems with that?”
    â€œNo, no at all,” I said, taking another sip of my drink while checking out his flawless skin and teeth; thinking of what would happen once we left this restaurant. The swell in the front of my pants told it all.
    â€œActually, I’m glad that you asked that question.” He rubbed his chin.
    â€œWhat question?” I asked with a confused look.
    â€œThe question you just asked. Have I ever been with a guy before? That was a good question.”
    â€œWhy was that such a good question?” I asked with raised eyebrows.
    â€œBecause, I messed with a lot of females. Shit, I mean A LOT of bitches and none of them gave head like you.” I almost choked on my drink from his comment. “I mean, you knew how to handle that ANACONDA. You really knew how to tame that thing. That’s wassup,” he said proudly as he sipped his glass of water.
    â€œSo, who do you live with?” I asked, jumping back to the subject.
    â€œI live with my grandmother.”
    â€œOkay, where’s your mother?”
    â€œMy mother passed away a few months ago.”
    â€œI’m sorry to hear that. Where’s your father?”
    â€œC’mon, J. You know a nigga never knew his father. I grew up in a single-parent household. My father was not around. Maybe I should be asking you the same questions. Where’s your mother, father; shit, where’s your family?” I gazed into his eyes over the calm flames of the candles and took a sip of my drink.
    â€œMy mother and father abandoned me when they found out I was gay. I don’t have any brothers or sisters. How about you? Do you have any brothers or sisters?”
    â€œYes, I have a little sister. She’s twenty-one. She’s in college at Penn State. She lives in the dorm.” He put his hands on top of the table as a signal for me to place my hands in his. I did.
    â€œHold up a minute.” I hissed. “When I talked to you the other day you told me that you was with your shawty. Who were you with?” He began to laugh, covering his mouth with his hands.
    â€œWhat are you laughing for? This shit ain’t funny,” I growled.
    â€œBecause you so cute.” He stopped for few seconds and stared at me while biting down on his bottom lip. “It’s so cute to see the jealousy come out of you.” I sat there giving him the grizzly until he answered my question. “Man, you so funny. Sike, let me stop playing. When I said I was chillin’ with my shawty, I was talking about my daughter, man.”
    â€œDaughter,” I repeated with my chest getting warm from the drink.
    â€œYeah, my daughter.” He stopped briefly to get serious.
    â€œBryant, I didn’t know you had a daughter.”
    â€œYeah, J., I have a seven-year-old daughter named Rain. I hope she’s not gonna be a problem.” I was speechless. He saw the reaction in my eyes. “Is it gonna be a problem?”
    â€œWhy didn’t you tell me you had a daughter?” I asked, giving him my full attention.
    â€œWell, you never asked. Or I didn’t think that it was anything more than sex with us. But now that I’m starting to get deep feelings for you, I would like you to meet her.”
    â€œWhat do you mean I ‘never asked’? Don’t you think that’s something I should know beforehand?”
    â€œBefore what? Sex? I told you, I thought that sex was all we had, but now I’m catching feelings for you and I want you to meet my daughter. Is that okay with you?” I leaned back in my chair and scanned the room.
    â€œWho’s your baby’s mother and are you still