Charlie pouted and faced forward in her seat.
“I’d never hear the end of it,” she said. “I really appreciate you dropping everything to come get me.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “I’ma have my little niggas take care of the car for you. Come ride with me.”
“I’m so late,” she complained.
“I’ll take you where you got to be,” he said.
Charlie showed up to her father’s house an hour late and she was practically shaking as she opened her door to get out.
“He’s going to be so mad,” she said. “I had one job. I’m always fucking shit up.”
Demi frowned. Seeing her rattled bothered him. She was frantic and he took a finger to her chin, causing her to take pause as he commanded her eyes.
“Relax,” he said. “This your family, Bird. You a little late. It’s not the end of the world. They better be lucky they getting a piece of you at all, cuz a nigga want to be real selfish with your time.”
She smiled, but there was something in her eyes that called to him. Something that said she needed him there.
“If you gon’ need a ride back, I might as well stay,” he said.
“Would you mind?” she asked.
“Come on. Guess I got to try to impress ya daddy and all that, huh? Young-ass.” He shook his head and scoffed because he couldn’t believe he was in a position where he was attempting to win over anybody. Demi was an IDGAF kind of nigga, but for Charlie, he had too many fucks to give.
His fingertip was still under her chin. She shook her head. “No, babe. He got to try to impress you,” she replied.
“You got my head fucked up, Bird,” Demi admitted. “I been thinking about how not to be crazy when it comes to you all day, but then I see you and a nigga just get crazier.”
“You’re not crazy, babe,” she whispered. He pulled her across the seat, stealing her lips and forcing her into his lap. They were so squished they honked the horn. The front door to the house opened and a man stepped out onto the porch. His face bent in irritation.
“Fuck you looking at?” Demi asked. “You ain’t never seen a nigga kiss his girl?”
Charlie laughed as she put her hands over his mouth.
“Shhh!” she snickered. “Demi! That’s my daddy.”
“He ain’t exempt. Interrupting my time with my baby. I got smoke for anybody getting between us, Bird,” he said, smiling lazily and moving his head because her hands over his lips made him want to rinse his whole face in bleach.
She couldn’t help but laugh harder. “Yeah?” she asked. “That’s how you feel?”
He laughed too. “Knock yo’ fucking daddy on his ass, Bird, no lie,” Demi said.
Charlie looked back to the porch and saw her father coming down the steps.
“Uh-oh, Bird, you in trouble,” he teased.
Her father knocked on the driver’s window and Charlie buried her face in Demi’s neck, laughing as Demi rolled down the window.
“Can I help you with something?”
It was the way he said it. The baritone of his voice. The challenge in his tone. Charlie had never been so turned on.
“I’m going to fuck you so good,” she whispered in his ear. He tapped one finger on her ass and Charlie lifted her head, sheepishly smiling as she greeted her father with a flushed face. She was still straddling Demi and his recklessness didn’t even allow for him to take his hand off her ass. He was gripping it. Yeah, it was a new daddy in town.
“Hi, Daddy,” Charlie greeted. “This is my boyfriend, Demi.”
“I ain’t been a boy in a long time,” Demi said, biting her ear. Charlie was on cloud nine and couldn’t even compose herself in front of her father.
