“Right hoe, translation therapy because I got issues and I can’t tell nobody my business but y’all,” Nyelle said, pointing at both women.
“You’re right. You can get that,” Ria stated with a huge grin.
“Well, I’ll start. So I’m trying this whole trust thing but?—"
“Ah hell. What did you do now?” Nyelle narrowed her eyes at Joi.
“Not a damn thing. I’m trying to be mature, but I wanted to snatch that hoe up by her hair. You would be proud, I didn’t.” She shrugged and lifted her glass to her lips, sipping slowly.
“What hoe?” Ria questioned with raised brows.
“East asked me to meet him at the shop last night right before closing and when I got there he had some thick, ugly hoe in his chair. Clearly she wanted to fuck and wasn’t trying to hide it.”
“Ugly?” Nyelle peered at Joi who rolled her eyes.
“Okay so she wasn’t ugly, but still.”
Ria and Nyelle both laughed. “Exactly or you wouldn’t have been worried about trying to snatch her up.”
“My point is, these women have no respect for another woman’s space.”
“Sooooo, you’re claiming East because I assume he’s what you mean by your space?” Ria angled her head to the side, waiting.
“Yes, I’m claiming him, and yes, that’s exactly what the hell I mean. Even when I got there and he made it clear that he wasn’t dealing with her like that, she was still trying.”
“Well just be glad he did his part. The problem would be when he’s entertaining it.”
“He did entertain it. He cut the hoe’s hair.” Joi was annoyed by it but understood. It didn’t mean she liked it.
“Girl, you better get used to it. That man is fine. Like ‘where you been all my life, skip the condoms so I can have all your babies’ kinda fine. Women are gonna be on his dick twenty-four-seven.” Ria spoke with a little more behind her words than Joi liked and had both her and Nyelle glaring at her.
“What, the man is fine? Say he isn’t and you’re lying. I’m just calling it like I see it but I’m in a different lane. I have my own situation who has all my attention,” Ria assured, mentioning Dix.
“You better make sure that’s where your attention is,” Joi warned.
“Girl, don’t do me. You’ve seen my man. I’m good with what I have.”
“Yourman? Your man as in Dixon?” Joi questioned, causing Ria to smile hard before she attempted to hide it by biting down on her lip.
“Yes, my man. We’re doing a little something but we’re just kinda rolling with things. No pressure on either side.”
“Oh, so you dumped Daddy and got you a Zaddy?” Nyelle tossed out, causing Ria’s eyes to roll.
“Something like that. But he’s cool, I like him.”
“And fine. Kinda rugged fine but still fine,” Joi added.
“Oh, so you can speak on my man, but I can’t speak on yours?” Ria’s head angled to the side while she peered at Joi.
“I’m just saying. You all up in her business like you’re trying to hop on the dick. I was just stating that your man is nice.”
“Both of y’all are tripping,” Nyelle added. “That’s dude that’s cool with Vega, right?”
“Yeah, you know him?” Ria was curious.
“Not like that but I met him today. He’s a little chocolate cutie. He had his son with him. That damn child looks just like him. I swear Dixon spit that boy out like he doesn’t have a mother.”
“He has one, trust, and she’s annoying as hell. Every time he has his son, she calls every ten minutes like that man doesn’t know how to raise his son.”
