Kiss the Ring by Meesha Mink

Author:Meesha Mink
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Simon & Schuster

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Naeema’s eyes widened a little bit in surprise when she first stepped inside Bas’s house. She hadn’t really paid much thought to where he lived, but the small two-bedroom brick structure with bright yellow shutters didn’t seem to fit him . . . especially after hearing more about his high-saddity upbringing in a house that looked like a mansion to her. “Where’s your situation?” she asked as she took in the contrast between the outdated house more suited to an old woman and the leather furnishings and high-end electronics more suited to him.

“Out of town.”

She stepped in front of a large framed photo of Bas and a slender dark-skinned woman. If you didn’t know any better, they looked like Mr. and Mrs. Suburban Black America. Only thing missing was the two kids and a fucking dog. Bunch of bullshit.

“I wouldn’t want no other bitch in my spot while I’m gone,” Naeema said, sitting down on the rich-looking brown leather sofa with metal studs lining the edge.

“I wouldn’t worry about the next bitch,” he said. “Plus this ain’t her spot. It’s mine. This the house I grew up in before we moved to the other one.”

Here we go with his past again. Naeema bit her lip to keep from expressing how little she gave a fuck.

“My dad killed himself.”

She was studying her nails but she looked up at him as he dropped that info like it was nothing serious. “Damn. For real?” she said, not sure what to say.

Bas walked into the kitchen and came back with two bottles of Heineken beers. He handed her one. “Getting cheated on, put out the house you love and bust your ass to pay for, not able to see your son and then sued for major alimony after getting lied on was too fucked up for him to deal with, I guess.”

Naeema didn’t miss how he told the story of his parents without directly mentioning his mother. She looked at him over the bottle as she took a sip. This shit was too weird for words.

“That’s when I learned to never trust a bitch.”

“You can trust me,” she lied.

Bas stepped over her legs to sit down by her on the couch. “For your sake I hope so,” he said, glancing over at her as he picked up the remote and turned on the television.

Naeema set her pocketbook beside her and felt a little safer with the heavy weight of the gun leaning against her thigh.

Bzzzz . . .

He glanced at the front of his cell phone before swiping his thumb across the touch screen. “Yo, whaddup,” he said, rising to his feet and stepping past Naeema again to walk out of the living room.

First Brandon and now his mother? What was he avoiding by not talking about them?

“Queen, I gotta make a quick run,” he said, already striding his tall figure to the door.

“Okay,” she said.

The door slammed before she could fully get it out.

Naeema hopped to her feet and walked over to one

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