I had a red Draw Two card left in my hand, and he had two cards. It was his turn. My leg was shaking underneath the table. The card on the table was a red three. If Shad puts another redcard down, I could Uno out. Hopefully, he didn’t change the color.
His eyes narrowed on me and then the single card in my hand as if he had laser vision. Slowly, Shad removed one card from his hand. A fuckin’ Draw four.
“Uno,” he drawled out with a smile. “Blue.”
Huffing, I drew the four cards and placed a blue five down. That’s all I had.
“Uno out muhfucka!”
He slammed the card down and licked his lips. “Take some off, love.”
Pissed that I lost this round, I stood from the chair. I removed my pants. My ass and most of my thighs were covered by one of his shirts. When I showered, it was his shirts I asked for. They were comfortable…and smelled like him.
Though we met on bad terms, I was taking a liking to Shad. He talked shit. So much shit, but I kind of liked him. When he wasn’t talking shit, he was charming. He had a beautiful ass smile. He’d shown me his diamond grill. That shit made him more attractive and more…thuggish.
I loved me a thug ass nigga.
Don’t get me wrong, a man who wore a suit and tie and got up to go to work every day was attractive, but if his ass didn’t come with tattoos under that suit, I didn’t want him. That was just my preference. If the nigga didn’t put me in my place when I needed it, but let me handle him as if he was pillow soft, I didn’t want him. I couldn’t stand a nigga who let me run all over him. Tell me to shut the fuck up, but still give me flowers. Choke me while sliding in and out of me. I needed a nigga that would talk me through an orgasm.
All those things…I knew Shad would do.
Shaking my head, I got rid of those thoughts, shifting in my seat. I didn’t know too much about this nigga and waswondering how it would be in a relationship with him. That really had me wondering… Why was he single?
Shad was busy shuffling the deck of cards. His brows were furrowed with a blunt dangling between his lips as he focused. He was high twenty-four seven, and if he wasn’t knocked out, he was digging for snacks in his kitchen.
“Why are you single?” I blurted out.
“Who said I don’t get bitches?” he shot back.
“That’s not what I asked.”
“Oh.” Shad laughed. “Who said I’on have no bitch?”
I rolled my eyes for the millionth time I’ve been here.
“I’m content with how I live. I move how and when I want to move. I fuck when I want to fuck. I’m good on the title,” he muttered as he gave each of us ten cards. “Does that answer your question, nosy?”
“So, you think having a female slows you down?” I pressed, ignoring his question.
Shad looked at me with low, red eyes. “Why are you single? Ain’t no nigga called yo’ phone yet.”
“Maybe he texted me,” I laughed. “I never said I was single.”
“Bullshit,” Shad scoffed. “My lady wouldn’t be in no damn storm- rain, sleet, or snow, delivering no food. You needed the money that badly?”
“I did,” I said proudly. “What job do you have? You hit the streets every day, huh?”
“Yeah, when I was in high school,” he told me, frowning. “I drive for UPS.”
My brows lifted and my head slightly tilted as I imagined his tall, sexy ass in a brown uniform. I clenched my thighs, and when I met Shad’s stare, his low eyes held amusement.
Chapter Five
Daee wanted to be fucked.
Her scent was unbearable and not in a bad way. It was getting hard to be around her. Every time she moved, a mix of my soap and her own sweet, musky smell would hit me, and it was driving me fuckin’ crazy. I had Daee turned on; her pussy was over there going just as crazy as I was.
“Fuck you lookin’ at me like that? You don’t believe me? You need to see the uniform?” I put the card down to start the game, put the draw stack down, and swiped up my own cards.
