Hours later, there was a knock on Koraan’s bedroom door.
“Yeah,” Kareema called out.
Octavius walked in. From her position on the bed, Kareema admired how the large door opening didn’t dwarf him.
Octavius walked in without a word, took Kareema by the hand, pulled her up and into his arms. “I’ve been waiting all day to do this.” He planted a firm kiss on her lips that took her by surprise. Octavius coaxed Kareema’s mouth open and plunged his tongue in.
His kiss was overwhelming for Kareema. She tried to pull back a bit to change the pace of the kiss, but Octavius only pulled her closer to him and he grabbed a handful of her ass. Kareema put more effort into pushing him off, and this time he let her go.
“Hi!” she said sarcastically.
“Hi.” Octavius gave her a wide smile.
“In front of my son, really?”
“You’re right. I should have introduced myself to him first.” He walked over to where the child was playing in the middle of the floor and kneeled to his level. “Hey, little man. Your name is Koraan, right?”
The boy nodded.
“Well, I’m your daddy now.”
“Octavius!”
He stood, picking Koraan up with him, and gave Kareema a look that told her not to challenge him on the matter. “I’m not his daddy? We’re not a family?”
Kareema nodded.
“Tell him.”
She walked to where they were. “Koraan,” she started with a shaky voice. “This… this is your daddy.”
“Daddy?” Koraan asked.
“Yes, your daddy!” she said with faux enthusiasm. “This is your daddy.” She knew her son wouldn’t know any better, as he had never met his real father. Hell, Kareema never knew how to find him.
Koraan was the result of a drunken one-night stand in a club parking lot.
She and her son’s sperm-donor met on the dance floor. He kept up with all her winding and grinding, which impressed her and made her think he would be good in bed. The way they continued to dance, they might as well had been having sex, so they did. Outside, against the stucco wall of the club. Other than swear words as moans, they didn’t exchange words past him asking her if she wanted to fuck and her agreeing with a nod.
Kareema told all of this to Octavius in his office earlier that day.
“That’s right, little man. I’m your daddy. You see all the toys in this room? Your daddy got those for you. You see your big boy bed? Your daddy got that for you, too.”
Fear set into Kareema. A part of her didn’t want to believe that such a nice and generous man would be dangerous, but the way he had deebo’d his way into her and her son’s life was unsettling. She fought to hold back the tears that were welling up in her eyes.
