Kared has said over and over again, “If I can’t have Shyann no one will.” If you read part one you know that he will not let Shyann ago especially without a fight….literally. Shyann knows this time her decision is a matter of life or death. Which one is she going to pick?
Welcome to “Kared and Shyann: A Harlem Love Affair 2.”
Excerpt from “Kared and Shyann: A Harlem Love Affair 2” :
When I got the text from Lovell, of course I was surprised. Erica told me I shouldn’t go and Cassandra told me to go meet up with him. It’s like fighting with the devil and an angel, but I’m glad I did answer him. I do miss him. I just have to make sure I keep this on the hush because Kared would be pissed. I don’t like holding grudges or holding on to old shit. It’s time to move on and start a new, fresh.
“So since we are friends, how are you parents?”
“They are good, my dad asked about you the other day, but my mom wouldn’t be too happy finding out that I’m still dealing with you.”
“I mean I can’t blame her. I broke her baby’s heart.” I rub his back. “Wait, I’m not sure if I can touch you I don’t want Rana to get me.”
“Oh please, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”
“Oh really?” I smirked as the DJ starts to play TLC’s “No Scrub”.
“This your shit, but you can’t dance to it,” he laughs.
“Says who? I am. Now watch me.” I wink at him, go to the middle of the lounge, and start doing the dance. Drea comes from behind the bar and starts doing it as well. We start getting crazy. Everyone in Moca is cheering us on and having a good ass time. I’m in my element.
Then the DJ says, “Okay thanks to every single lady in here, but now it’s time for my fellas.” He starts playing, “No Pigeons” by Sporty Thieves. Oh boy, you know all the men start dapping each other and reciting the lyrics at the lounge. You know how that goes when they hear that song.
Lovell gets up and starts rapping in my ear “Fill my belly with shrimp and spaghetti.” He then rubs his belly while rapping those words.
I start laughing because it’s funny. I start rapping the lyrics with him. The whole place is on another level. We all sing the lyrics. I’m having so much fun. I do miss Lovell. I look at him and just admire him. He looks good as well. I guess our breakup did some good for him. He looks happy; he looks like a weight has been lifted off his shoulder.
“You remember how fun our first date was?” I ask him. He takes my hand and he motions for me to sit down.
“I do. It was one of the best times of my life. Shyann, you know I really loved you.”
“So you don’t love me now?”
“I do, I’ll always love you, but you love someone else. What am I supposed to do, wait?”
“I don’t want you to wait, but I do love you too.”
“Drea come here.” Drea walks over to Lovell. “We’re going to leave, put everything on my card instead.” She nods, takes his card, charges everything and gives me mines back.
Lovell grabs my hand and says, “Let’s get out of here.”
We wave good night to everyone and walk out. As we are walking to his car, I notice a familiar car not too far from us. I squint to see if I could see who is in it any better. It looks like Treyvon’s, but I don’t pay any attention to it. My phone rings, but I don’t know the number.
“Lovell opens the door for me and asks me, “You’re not going to answer it?”
“Nope, where to next?” I put my phone back in my bag.
Over by the 1 train is the water and a small boardwalk by 125th and 12th Avenue. It stretches out from about 125th to 130th/131st street. I love this area because it’s so quiet and peaceful. You might find some people walking their dog and kids playing, but it’s kind of chilly so not that many people are out. It’s perfect for a date, a picnic and just a day with people.
Lovell and I find a bench where we can sit and talk. Luckily, we stopped by one of the stores to get a Mike’s lemonade, two ice cups and two bottles of water just in case. Also, we got two honey turkey and cheese sandwiches with everything on it as well. The corner store in that area makes the best ones in Harlem. I would always come over here in the summer when I was younger because it was my time to be by myself to write in my journal or just pray for my mom. Me and her use to do picnics here or Central Park then walk home.
Lovell and I forgot how hungry we were because we were so busy talking and dancing we didn’t get to order my favorite from Moca, the catfish sliders and fries. After all those drinks we definitely have need something in our system.
I put my head on his shoulders and play some Luther Vandross. I’m not trying to set any mood, but I need to have some cool down time, those martinis always hit the spot. Moca always has the best and the strongest drinks in Harlem. It’s just sometimes too mixxy for our nerves.
“Vell, what are we going to do?” I ask.
“Shyann the ball is in your court girl. You’re the one with the man. Do you even want to be with him?”
“I do, but he is in jail. I don’t know how long he will be in there.”
“So you’re not a ride or die chick then?”
“I don’t know what I am,” I pouted.
“I know what you are; you are supposed to be mine.” He grabs my faces and kisses me. I move back because I wasn’t expecting it. Yes, I know how I felt a few moments ago, but who do I want? Lovell or Kared.
“Shyann, don’t fight it.” He is right, maybe after this kiss I will see if I really want to be with Kared. I kiss him. We slowly get into the motions. He starts to play music from off his phone. Kelly Rowland song, “Kisses Down Low” starts to play. He begins to pull my bun. I start rubbing his back. He kisses the cresses of my neck and rubs my breasts slowly.
“Shyann let me have you one more time.” He slowly inches his hands to my vagina. I don’t stop him, but my phone starts to ring again.
I ignore it. Then it starts to again. Maybe it’s a sign.
“Hold on Lovell.” He sucks his teeth.
I walk off to the side to see who it is.
“This is a collect call from Rikers Island. From Kared. Would you like to accept it?” the operator states.
I try to compose myself. I don’t need him to hear the nervousness in my voice. He doesn’t need to know what I am doing “Hey Baby.”
“Nah, don’t hey baby me. Where the fuck is you at?”
“Hmmm…” I couldn’t even think of a lie and before I could even answer
“Shyann don’t make me come through this phone. Please tell me it’s not true.”
“What are you talking about? I was just chilling. What’s not true?”
“I’m going to ask you again? What the fuck are you doing?”
“I’m with Lovell.”
“Shyann, you’re going to make me hurt you. Why??? What that nigga did? He drugged you or something because you are mine not his anymore.”
“Whoa hold up… I am no one’s Kared! chill out.”
“How can I chill when I hear my girl out here with her ex? Like what the fuck?”
“Who told you?”
“Shyann you forget who I am, who I know? I know I’m in jail, but word travels fast. I don’t got time for the bullshit. I don’t need you out here fucking.”
“We didn’t even do anything. He wanted to talk so I said okay. We are just talking.” I can’t tell him that he kissed me or that he was feeling up on me. That will be a whole other story.
“What y’all need to talk about? NOT A DAMN THING! WE LOST THE BABY BECAUSE OF HIM!”
“Because of both of y’all! Please Kared, I’m not trying to argue with you at all. I just want to enjoy hearing your voice.”
“You sure? Cause you liking to enjoy his company too. Last time I checked he didn’t want you or the baby. Where is your fucking head at?”
“Are you done Kared?” I know I shouldn’t be with Lovell, but it’s harmless. I’m just having fun and Kared is acting like he’s all innocent; he had sex with plenty of women. It’s not like Lovell is a stranger. He was my friend and I’m not sexing him. We’re just talking that’s it. And yeah, we kissed, but he’s spazzing out for no reason.
“You have one minute to take that ass home. I’m not playing with your ass.”
“I’m not playing with your ass either.” Lovell then walks over. He looks at me with this confused look. I just don’t want him to say anything out of pocket because that’s something I don’t need especially not at this moment. Kared will probably flip out if he hears his voice.
“Is there a problem?” I motion for Lovell to walk away, but Kared hears him.
“What? Let me speak to that nigga,” says Kared. He sounds like he is going to punch Lovell through the phone.
“No. Why y’all need to speak?” Why did I say that? Lovell grabs the phone from me. From the look on his face, he is ready for war. I can only imagine what and how Kared is feeling right now. I know he is ready to fight his ass. That’s not what I need again, two men fighting over me. Last time that ended very badly.
“What do you want nigga?” says Lovell. I can’t hear what Kared is saying, but Lovell is laughing.
I’m trying to take the phone from Lovell, but he won’t let me have it. He is slowly moving my hand away from him.
“You’re funny Kared, you talking all that shit now because you’re in jail. But guess where your girl is… with me. If your ass wasn’t so dumb you wouldn’t have been in jail. You would be here.”
“Lovell give me the phone please!” He still is ignoring me he doesn’t care what I have to say.
“Wait so now you’re threatening me? Kared you are so funny; you don’t know who I know. So please chill the fuck out and don’t worry, I will take good care of Shyann while you’re in jail, enjoy.” He then hangs up.
“Why would you hang up the phone on him?!”
“Because I can.” Lovell sits down with this big ass smile on his face.
“You don’t know how crazy Kared is, he might kill us both.”
“That nigga loves you; he ain’t going to kill you.” He might be right; Kared is crazy enough to do that.
I get a strange feeling. How did he know we were here? Who is telling him everything? This is crazy because he still knows what’s going on with me at this moment.
“Lovell, can you just take me home?”
He rolls his eyes, “Fine.” We gather everything and head out to leave the park.
“This fucking nigga is playing with my emotions.” I punch the wall; everyone is looking at me. I try to take a moment to breathe, but I can’t let this wack niggas see me down and out. I need to be tough. I see the guards in the corner of my eyes watching me.
I turn to the guard, “Is there a way I can make another phone call?”
“Nah playa playa, you have to wait till tomorrow. Next!”
Being in jail is going to be the death of me. I’m trying to hold it down, but Shyann is going to be the death of me too. What the fuck is Lovell trying to do? He’s trying to get Shyann back and her ass think he just want to be her friend.
Friends don’t kiss friends; my nigga is dumb. I hate when she drinks cause she’s not thinking straight. I’m going to need to speak to Erica or Cassandra or even Malik to talk some sense in her. I know she mad about the baby and about me being in here, but how are we supposed to fucking grow and she with this dude. I’m not letting her go. She belongs to me and no one else.