He nodded. “What’s this?” he motioned to the bag.
“You’ve been sleeping all morning. I thought you would want something clean to put on when you woke up. I know you rock your Gucci and shit. I just ran up to the mall and got you clean drawers and a Nike fit. So you don’t have to wear last night’s clothes,” she said. “The mall is a mile away. It’s not a big deal. You hungry?”
Demi rubbed his head. “You bought a nigga an outfit?” he almost laughed wholeheartedly. He had heard something similar in a Beyonce song one time. Had he fucked her that good? To where she wanted to buy him a short set? The thought was sweet. He fucked with it.
He reached down for his pants that laid on the floor and dug in the pockets, pulling out more money. He peeled off what he was sure was way more than what she paid and put it on the nightstand. He went to the sink to wash his hands before reaching for the Macy’s bag.
“Thank you,” he said.
“Of course, and you don’t have to pay me back, Demi,” she said.
“I’m not paying you back. I’m just making sure you straight. This real cute, Bird. The fucking and clothing and feeding and all that, but you ain’t never got to go through no trouble for me,” he answered as he dressed. Grey sweatsuit, drawers, socks, t-shirt. Yeah, he was appreciative as fuck because the hour-long drive to the crib in day-old clothing would have tortured him.
“There’s nothing wrong with letting people make sure you’re straight sometimes, Demi. Taking care of the people I love isn’t trouble,” she said, sitting beside him and handing him a plate.
“Love?” he skipped right over everything else she had said, sitting the plate down on the nightstand.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” she said, lowering her eyes to her plate and picking up her fork to feed him eggs. He didn’t open his mouth.
“I haven’t eaten off the fork yet, boy,” she said, giggling.
He took a bite and nodded. “You’re a liar,” he replied.
“About what?” she frowned.
“You ate off the fork,” he said, grabbing his own plate. “I taste you with my eggs.”
She blushed so damn hard.
“I’ma get used to you. It just takes me a minute. Your touch, your smell, your taste,” he said.
“Glad you’re making plans to do that,” she replied.
“You gon’ have to choose, though. It’s me or the dog,” he snickered.
“Nigga, my dog! The fuck!” she shouted.
He laughed hard at that and took another bite of his food before standing. “I got to go, but I’ma be back for you. I need a little more of that,” he said, reaching between her thighsand grabbing her pussy like he owned it, playing with her clit through the fabric of her panties. “A nigga got to earn another short set.”
Her eyes were soft, and her lips pressed together in a smile as he reached for his keys, money clip, and the left-over roll of money. He picked up his old clothes and folded them, but her heart fluttered when he left them sitting neatly on the end of her bed. He intended on coming back. She was smiling so big on the inside but playing it as cool as she could.
“Text me your number, Bird,” he said. It was a shame. After doing what they had done, he didn’t even have it.
She nodded and then he left, taking her heart out the door with him.
Chapter 5
Guiltwas a passenger in the car as Demi sped South on I-75. Wale beat through his speakers as the night’s events played through his head. One hand on the steering wheel, seat leaned back, head nodding slowly to the beat as he played with the hair on his chin. His mind was clouded. Filled with a pretty song and Charlie’s face. He hated it. He had been around many types of women being in the game and the music industry, but there was an authenticity about Charlie that affected him. His phone buzzed and Demi answered.
“What up, boy?” Demi asked. Day Night. His best friend. A man who had stood shoulder to shoulder with him in the dead of winter, pushing product, and a man who had stood shoulder to shoulder with him on the red carpet of the Grammy’s. They had truly come up together and stayed down. Best friends was an understatement. Brothers was more like it.
“My nigga, Lo, been hitting the studio all night. Fuck you was, nigga?!” Day asked, amusement lacing his tone. Day could hear the weed smoke choking him as Demi tried to talk and smoke simultaneously.
“Caught up, bruh. Had this lil’ business to handle, nothing major. I’m headed her way now. You calling to pass messages now, nigga? What up?” Demi asked slightly annoyed.
“You get that joint I sent?” Day asked. “That shit ready for radio, my nigga. Just need a lil’pretty bitch on the hook and it’s out of here.”
“Let me play it and I’ma hit you right back,” Demi said.
