“That’s good to hear. I’m just going to take a quick listen to your lungs and if everything sounds all clear, we can get you out of here.”
As she approached, his ran his eyes over her hands. No ring. Shorty was bad as hell and had a little paper. More than likely, she was into those square ass niggas, or she was one of those overly independent put everything into her career types. Neither of those things were bad in his opinion. After about a minute, she took a step back.
“Sounds good. If you don’t have any questions, you’re free to go.”
“Can I take you out on a date?” he got the shit over with like tossing back a shot and gritting through the burn. No need to beat around the bush. She was at work, and he was sure she was busy.
Symphony’s lips parted slightly. The shocked look on her face almost made him chuckle, but he was too stuck on her beauty to do so. If she had a man he would back off, but as he stared at her, Block vowed that if she was single and said no, he wasn’t going to give up.
“Oh, um,” Dr. Simmons was acting as if he asked her to loan him a few dollars. He was pretty sure she’d been asked out on a date before, but she seemed too stunned to speak. “A date?” she repeated.
“Yes, a date,” Block chuckled. “What? You think I’m a barbarian that doesn’t know how to take a woman out on a date and treat her properly?”
The way Symphony pursed her lips and looked off to the side, made his eyes widen. “Dead ass shorty?” he was so shocked, it was her turn to laugh.
“I mean, hey,” she held her hands up in surrender. “I wasn’t really sure. But, I mean, I guess,” she replied slowly as she studied him.
Her interest was piqued, but Block could damn near read her thoughts. She was hesitant. Wondering if saying yes was a mistake. It was up to him to prove to her that it wasn’t. Block stood up, and he smirked as she swallowed hard. He towered over her, and visions of picking her up and fucking her against the door dominated his mind.
“What’s your first name? I got the Dr. Simmons part.” Block pulled out his phone and unlocked it, so he could store her number.
“Symphony.”
Their eyes locked. Block had never been corny. He didn’t do all that romance and kicking game shit, but the way her name fit her had him in a chokehold. He’d never been to see a symphony play, but he knew orchestras were classy and shit. Something real sophisticated, and that fit her to a T.
“Let me get your number, Symphony. I’ll put something together and call you with the details. Is that aight?”
Symphony had been on quite a few dates in her life but, she’d never dated the ‘bad boy’ type. She could tell that Nasir as she knew him, had his shit together. He was mature. But there wasalso that rugged street edge that turned her on, and she had no clue why. Symphony didn’t grow up rich, but she was sheltered from a lot. When it came to the streets, she could be very green. The most she’d learned about drug dealers and the things that went on in that world was from her sister becoming an addict.
She doubted Nasir was dating to marry. Maybe he just wanted to have fun. Maybe he just wanted to have sex. Whatever the reason was, Symphony was down to take a walk on the wild side.
“Sounds like a plan. Have a nice day,” she smiled and left the room.
Block chuckled as he shook his head. Professional women weren’t foreign to him. He’d dealt with a lawyer and a rocket scientist. Shorty was dead ass a rocket scientist that worked for NASA and shit. Smart, gorgeous, mature. They were all attributes that Block preferred in his women, but he could still tell that he’d have to handle Symphony different. The lawyer was married, but she was so thirsty for the D, she damn near begged for it. Block didn’t have to wine and dine her. He had sex with her two times and called it quits. If she didn’t respect her marriage then he didn’t give a damn about it but still, Tech had warned him that there were a lot of mentally unstable niggas who would be willing to risk it all behind some pussy. If her husband came at him wrong over a woman that begged to have sex with him, Block knew it wouldn’t end well. So, he gave ole girl what she’d been asking for and cut her off from it. They couldn’t go out in public. There was no romance whatsoever involved.
The rocket scientist was goofy as hell and not his cup of tea. They went to the movies and one alcoholic drink had her snorting like Steve Urkel and laughing overly loud at the goofiest things. He was going to take the time to plan something really nice and classy for Symphony. Block wasn’t going into thesituation with any expectations. He wanted to ask her out, so he did. In the car, he scrubbed a hand down his face and exhaled.
Block sat there for a few minutes contemplating his next move. He was almost out of cough syrup, and he wanted more. He smoked weed every day, but the feeling the codeine gave him was different. It numbed and relaxed him to the point where he felt good as hell even when he didn’t smoke. It also helped him to not go through withdrawals when he had to put the weed down for a bit. He wanted to give his lungs a break from smoke, so he hit his homie and told him he wanted to buy some cough syrup. Ja’don informed him that he wouldn’t have more syrup for a few days, but he told Block he had Percs and that they would do almost the same thing.
Block never desired to do any drug other than weed. He knew Perc heads, and he felt it was a shame to see people so young gone off pain pills. He’d even witnessed people crushing them up and snorting them. That was wild as hell in his opinion, but he didn’t judge. Folks were just out here trying to cope with life’s bullshit. Finally, Block decided that he would only buy four pills. That was it. Once all four pills had been taken, and he reupped on cough syrup, he was out of the opioid game.
Averi frowned as Blak entered her space. Once again, he’d shown up without calling, and she was over it. How he went from being so chill and laid back to damn near obsessed needed to be studied. It was annoying her and throwing her for a loop. She could get that he was getting married for reasons that she didn’t fully understand. He had to do what he had to do to make his life better, but he shouldn’t be selfish enough to want her to be his mistress in the process.
Averi eyed the plastic bag in his hand. She could see through the clear bag that a pregnancy test was inside. “Take this,” he extended the bag toward her making her draw back.
“Nigga, you out yo’ mutha fuckin’ mind. Are you cool? Do you need to go see the lady?”
“I don’t have time for the bullshit, Averi.”
“And I do?! Had I poked a hole in the condom or tricked you into getting me pregnant, you’d literally view me like the scum of the earth. What you did wasn’t cool. In fact, I should have yo’ ass arrested.” She wasn’t sure if what he did was a crime but if it wasn’t it should be.
“You’re right, Averi. Got damn. I know it was fucked up and selfish. You got that. But I still need to know for sure. Can you just take the test?”
Averi wanted to claw his eyes out. She’d taken a plan B just as she said she was going to, but she’d been feeling off for the past two days. Her period hadn’t come, and she was pissed. The way Blak played in her face was messed up, and she damn near hated him. But she didn’t hate him enough. He had legit trapped her, and if she was pregnant, she was going to have to get an abortion for the first time in her life. Averi didn’t appreciate what he’d done to her, but she knew it was her fault too because she never should have taken his word for it that he would pull out. She didn’t think he’d do something like that. He showed her ass.
“You got my abortion money if it’s positive?”
“Yeah man.” Averi didn’t miss the defeated look in his eyes. He should feel bad.
