“Because I fuck with… used to fuck with his cousin. He did some fuck shit, and I guess he sent Kalil to spy on me to make sure I didn’t get my get back.”
“The nigga that was calling yo phone that night at the bar?”
“Yep, him.”
“Damn, you still mad at bruh?”
“Nah, this is a whole new situation.”
Trell nodded, figuring Yanna was only fucking with him because she was mad at her nigga. It was what made her the perfect person to fuck off with when he got bored. He had absolutely nothing to offer a woman as far as a relationship was concerned and doubted he ever would. The fact that Yanna would likely forgive her nigga and forget about him was the perfect scenario. He’d be back in New Orleans and on to the next conquest. If you’d met Trell two years prior, you would’ve met a totally different man. He was once a man who was loyal to one woman and would’ve done anything to keep her happy. However, finding out your fiancée had already been married for five years had the ability to change a man. Some would argue that two years was more than enough time to get over betrayal, but Trell doubted he ever would. The past two years had been a blur of self-destructive behavior, but he didn’t give a fuck. He and Yanna were alike in that way.
“His fuck up is my good time. As long as you know that’s all I have to offer… a good time and good dick.”
Yanna turned and squatted onto Trell’s lap, draping her arms over his shoulder. “That’s perfect because as it stands, dick and a good time is all I need.”
“And that’s why I fuck with you. You gone roll with me?”
Yanna thought it was obvious that she would be leaving with Trell, but when she turned to answer his question, the little blue pill in his hand let her know he meant a whole different type of rolling. She’d never been a pill popper but figured,fuck it, the more numb she got, the better.
“Yea, let me get one.”
Trell held up the pill for Yanna to take, but before she could grab it Kalil swooped in and snatched it up. Thinking he waskeeping Yanna from making a horrible mistake, he popped the pill into his mouth without thinking.
Cracking up, Trell clapped his hands. “Congratulations, Kalil, you ‘bout to be high as fuck while you trying to play chaperone. Did all that and still ain’t stop shit, Yarra stick out yo tongue.” Pulling another pill from his pocket, Trell placed it onto Yanna’s awaiting tongue then popped one in his mouth as well. “We all about to be flying in a minute.”
“Fuck, I knew I should’ve kept my ass in the house.” Kalil couldn’t believe his night was heading the way it was, but he should’ve known such would be the case when playing bodyguard to Yanna. He said a silent prayer, asking the highest power to keep Yanna in check when he inevitably lost control of his senses.
A groan escaped Yanna’s lips as she rubbed two fingers over her right temple. Her head was pounding, feeling as if someone had been beating on it with a hammer. She swallowed, attempting to quell the overwhelming dryness in her mouth. Hungover was an understatement. Squinting one eye, she glanced at her alarm clock, seeing it was nearly noon. She groaned once more, reclosing her eyes and pulling the covers to her chin. Almost as soon as her eyes closed, she popped them back open, startled as she shot straight up in bed.What the hell?Yanna didn’t have an alarm clock. Focusing her eyes, she allowed them to roam around the room. Basic wooden furniture, a mid-sized TV mounted on the wall, and a picture of some random beach she was sure wasn’t even in Virginia. She was in a hotel room. Like there was a fire at her feet, Yanna jumped from the bed and noticed she was completely nude. A quick assessment of herbody informed her she’d been having sex. But with who? As far as she could tell, she was alone and didn’t remember much of anything from the night before. Horrified, and not even wanting to stick around and see whose hotel room she was in, Yanna hurried to pull on her clothes, which were in a pile by the bed. Once dressed, she grabbed her shoes and phone and tipped toward the exit. Just as she reached the door, the sound of a flushing toilet in the bathroom caused her to stop in her tracks. She wanted to run, but her feet wouldn’t move as the bathroom door swung open.
“Oh, hell no.” She shrieked when she laid eyes on the last person she expected to see.
“Ah, fuck.” Kalil grumbled when he noticed Yanna. He woke up still intoxicated and hadn’t even bothered to see who the unknown female occupying the bed next to him was. “What the hell did you do?”
“What didIdo? Nigga, what didyoudo?”
Kalil’s eyes traveled to his boxer brief-covered crotch, the answer to her question becoming apparent. He looked around the room as the events of the previous night flooded his recollection. “I said,Kalil, don’t go down to that club playing babysitter Let cuzzo handle his own shit.My dumb ass just had to be a fucking mediator.” Kalil paced back and forth before stopping abruptly and whisper yelling. “Yanna, why the fuck are you still here?! Don’t that nigga Kas got yo’ location?”
“Oh shit, he does.” Yanna replied, about to make a dash for the door, but the sound of groaning from the suite’s second Queen bed halted her with fear. “Who the fuck is that?” She panicked, backing into Kalil.
They watched together as a blanket covered body rose from the bed. Seconds felt like eons as they waited for their surprise guest to show themselves. Finally, a tattooed arm emerged from the cover, causing the veil to fall.
“The fuck?” Kalil cursed.
“Kill me now,” Yanna whined. “Trell?”
“You too loud, love, pipe down.” Trell groaned, grabbing onto his head.
“Oh my God, did I let y’all run a train on me?”
Trell swung his legs over the side of the bed, forcing himself to sit up. “Well, technically, for a train, it’s gotta be at least three niggas. This would’ve just been considered a threesome.”
“Kas was right, I’m a hoe. I am a nasty, dirty hoe.” While Yanna was losing her mind, a cough sounded from the other side of the suite.
All three heads swiveled around the room, trying to figure out who the fourth person in their quartet was. Suddenly, a head popped from beneath a white sheet spread across the pull-out sofa.
Kalil gasped, covering his mouth. “A fucking orgy.”
“No, not an orgy,” Nisha corrected. “How fucking drunk were y’all?”
