Free All I Want Is You by Ms. Neicy

would go away. Speaking of that guy, do you know that he rode by here looking for you last night? I looked through the peephole, but I didn’t open the door. You know how I feel about him, and I’m not sure why every time he can’t get in touch with you he runs over here looking for you. Good thing Wyatt was here, just in case he wanted to try to do something. And about this wreck, are you okay?” she asked as any concerned mother would.
                  “I’m fine mom. I ran into the back of this nice looking man, who didn’t even want to take my insurance, and who offered for me to come to the shop that repairs his car, so I didn’t have to pay that five hundred dollar deductible, so that’s where I’m on my way to now.”
                  “Girl, that might be the man God has sent down for you.” She said. I knew she was serious, but I wasn’t trying to hear that. I really didn’t have much faith in guys these days. I quickly changed the subject.
                  “Speaking of Wyatt, momma. You really need to cut the umbilical cord on that grown man. You know Lisa came over crying last night, so I had to take her out to cheer her up. Her and Daria are still at my place now.”
                  “That’s my only boy. How in the world do you expect me to just cut him off?” she asked. My mother had the biggest heart, but she was really babying a grown man, and that was no good. I would never be with a man like my brother. He respected my mother, but he had no respect for women. I felt like, if he was stepping out on his marriage with a woman who wasn’t even in the same league as Lisa, then he was a dummy. But seriously, how many guys actually cheated with someone who was better than their significant other? Not many, and I couldn’t understand why. Even me; I cheated and I lost a very good man and I wasn’t even dealing with the guy I cheated with. It was only one time, but my dude at the time found out and it was over. Now, I was sitting around looking stupid while he was happily engaged.
                  “Momma, I don’t know, but you need to figure something out. I’m so sick of Lisa crying on my phone I don’t know what to do.”
                  “I’ll talk to him.” She said.
                  “You talked to Madonna?” I asked. I was jumping from subject to subject. I just wanted to be sure I covered all basis.
                  “Girl no. You know you hear from her more than I do. She’s probably been so busy working she hasn’t had much time.” My mom said. I think sometimes it hurt her feelings that my sister didn’t talk to her as much as she spoke with me, but just like my mother, Madonna was career-driven, so she invested so much time into her work and not a lot of time into too much else. I told her she better find some time or her ass was going to end up old and lonely. I was going to make it my business to call her soon just to make sure she was ok.
                  “Ok mom, well I was just calling to chat with you. I didn’t really want anything. I’ll talk to you later okay; I’m getting ready to pull up at this shop.”
                  “Ok, tell that man I said he better be nice to you.”
                  “Bye momma.” I said laughing. That lady was a true character.
    Renzo was already standing outside waiting for me, but he was talking on his phone. I sat in the car admiring his demeanor. That man was really sexy. Yesterday, when we met, he had on clothes, but today, he was wearing a Nike t-shirt and the matching shorts with some jay’s. Hell, he looks good dressed up or down , I thought. He had tattoos that graced his forearms and his legs which was so sexy. Tattoos were such a turn on for me. I had a few myself, but you wouldn’t be able to see them unless I wanted you to, and I guess he was the same way. After sitting there checking