“What? Delete them out my phone, but you get to have a picture of my Yanna boo in yo phone?”
“I don’t want to see that shit, you can crop her out the pictures before you send them to me.”
“You literally had her gyrating on the hood of a car while rapping about squirting on your sheets, but you’re worried about a picture…. please gone somewhere.”
“All that shit is irrelevant, Kasra. Send that shit to my phone.” Onyx doubled down. Yanna had a point; the world had seen Troi in much sexier scenarios, but he didn’t care about that. The brown hot shorts she wore were hugging her ass and curves immaculately, showcasing the dangerous hourglass frame he was obsessed with, and he didn’t feel like sharing that night’s aesthetic with the world.
“Well damn, Troi, turn around and take a picture from the front so I can actually post it when I get a phone. Nyx, is that okay with you?”
“I mean, I guess, but that shirt still show a lot of”
“That was a rhetorical fucking question, your fiancée is fine as fuck! Get over it and let me take pictures with my cousin. Um, Kas, take the pics.”
Kas laughed at his brother’s possessiveness, but he understood. If it were up to him, niggas would only see his girl when he deemed necessary. Except, Yanna technically wasn’t his girl, and she often times made sure he knew such. She was being neutral with him so far on their trip, so he’d relish in that. He snapped a few more pictures of the girls together so he could send to Yanna whenever she got a new phone, or he figured out a way to return her current phone. He then maneuvered the camera, so he was only getting shots of Yanna, then sent a few shots to Onyx to appease him. Once the phone had been put away, Yanna wasted no time pouring everyone another shot. They could always count on her to be the life of the party and to be the one who made sure everyone was tipsy. They all drank while dancing to the Soca and Calypso music the DJ was mixing, working up a sweat from both the liquor and nonstop rhythmic movement. Yanna’s hands were on the ground, ass directly in Kas’ face as she bounced it up and down. Like they were in the privacy of one of their bedrooms, he leaned forward and bit her ass cheek before placing an accompanying slap.
“Fuck around and make me take yo ass to the sprinter van real quick.” He stated, biting down on his lip as he watched her clapping her ass.
“Shit, don’t threaten me with a good time, say the word.”
“Word.”
“Okay, let’s go.” She grabbed onto his hand, pulling him from his seat.
“Hell fucking nah, y’all ain’t ‘bout to have my van smelling like liquor and ass, and I’m sure my driver don’t want to see that shit.”
“That nigga definitely wanna see it.” Kas commented.
“And why the hell would it smell like ass, Onyx?” Yanna was almost offended by Onyx’s statement even though she knew he was joking.
“Y’all can wait until we get home, damn. You can’t just dip on me, plus”
“Oh, we meet again, hey y’all!” Troi heard a familiar voice yell over the music.
She whipped her head to the left and saw the girl Maya, they’d met at the market earlier that day. Her husband was with her along with two other women and two additional men. They were filing into the section next to them.
“Heyyy, Maya, right?”
“Right.” She smiled, and the girls stood to give each other a polite hug as a greeting.
“Oh, shit, Lil’ Fizz, what’s up, nigga?” Maya’s husband, Logan, directed to Kalil.
“Go ‘head with that Fizz shit, Logan, what’s up my nigga?” Kalil stood so that he and Logan could dap each other. Yanna couldn’t help but notice how Kalil’s gaze fixated longingly on the pretty brown skin girl standing next to an even prettier man.
“My nigga, Onyx, what’s up?” Logan greeted, offering Onyx a one arm dap. “Of course, y’all know who Onyx is. Onyx, this is my wife, Maya, my sister Londyn and her best friend Shae. And you finally get to meet my business partners, Boogey and brother-in-law Jules.”
“Nice to meet y’all, and I appreciate all the work y’all are doing for my latest project and what y’all did for the label’s headquarters.” Onyx had hired Logan’s company, FLMK, which he ran with the men he’d just introduced. The company had done all the building for WCMG and was heading the renovations and additions for the venue where he and Troi would be getting married. “It’s another one of y’all, right?”
“Oh yea, there is, he’s supposed to be here, but he’s running a little bit behind.”
“Okay, hopefully I get to meet him too.”
“Well, damn, I guess the little ole’ women folk just aren’t important at all.” Yanna commented with a sour look on her face, wondering why none of the women had been introduced. “I guess we’re introducing ourselves, so I’ll go first, I’m Yanna.”
Maya laughed, remembering Yanna’s non-filtered personality from earlier that day. “Oh, I definitely remember you, Yanna.”
“I’m her cousin and Onyx’s fiancée”
“Girl, not you about to stand here and introduce yourself like we don’t know who Munroe is. I’m Shae, by the way. This one is my husband.” She pointed to the tall, dark skin man with the grill who’d been introduced as Boogey. “And this is my best friend, Londyn.” Shae pulled the brown skinned beauty with the auburn hair to her side.
