That smack knocked his ass to the floor. Lifting my foot, I kicked him in the ribs.
“Oh, my God, Mr. Anderson! Do you want me to call the police?” his receptionist asked from the doorway. She knew better than to bring her ass in here or else she would’ve gotten knocked out for trying to help his ass.
Charlie lifted his hand into the air, dismissing her. Covering her mouth, she ran out of there. Lifting my foot, I kicked his ass in the face. “Had yo’ stupid ass come to me and told me they offered you money, I would’ve handled the situation and paid you for being loyal. I’m assuming all you bitch ass niggas took the money ’cause we’ve had a decline in sales.”
Kneeling, I slapped him across his slick ass head and then caught him by the collar of his shirt. My phone rang before Icould do anything else. Removing it from my pocket, I looked to see who it was. Wren. Swiping the phone, I placed it on speaker. “Yeah, bae?” I asked her and then snatched the pen off the desk and rammed it down into Charlie’s hand.
“Ahh!” he screamed out.
“Did I catch you at a bad time?” she asked me.
“It’s never a bad time for you, bae. Wassup?”
I watched the blood trickle from Charlie’s hand.
“I was trying to see if you can bring me a strawberry lemonade and an ice cream cone.”
“That’s all you want?”
“Yeah, for right now.”
“A’ight.”
The phone beeped, alerting me that she’d hung up. It dropped to the floor when I straightened my posture. “We gotta run to Wendy’s right quick,” I told Murda as I dragged Charlie toward the door by the collar of his shirt. “Grab my phone off that floor.”
I pulled him past his receptionist desk. She sat there with her hands up to her mouth. She ain’t know what the fuck to do right now. Once we got outside, I popped my trunk and tossed Charlie over into it.
“Wait!” He lifted his good hand in the air, but I wasn’t tryna hear shit he had to say. Wren came before anything. If she wanted a lemonade and ice cream, that’s what I was about to do. I can finish whupping his ass after I take her what she asked for.
I slammed the trunk down on him and got into the driver’s seat. Murda climbed into his car and followed me out the parking lot. The nearest Wendy’s was like ten minutes away. I turned into the parking lot and went straight through the drive thru with Murda parked, waiting for me.
“Welcome to Wendy’s. Can I take your order?” the girl asked me through the intercom.
“Let me get a large strawberry lemonade and an ice cream cone.”
“Is that all?”
“Yeah.”
“Pull around to the window.”
I pulled off and lifted from my seat to grab my wallet from my pocket. Removing my card, I let the window down and handed her the card.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Charlie was working on the trunk back there, trying to gain someone’s attention. The girl’s head poked out the window, and I turned the radio up. She swiped my card and then handed it back to me. A few moments later, she gave me the lemonade and then the ice cream cone.
“Have a ni—” Before she could even finish her sentence, I sped away from the building, doing the whole dash to get my baby her ice cream before the shit melted.
I pulled up to the library and took her stuff inside. Wren was sitting behind the desk with a book up to her face. She felt my presence and her eyes drifted in my direction. The corners of her mouth quirked, and she lifted to her feet.
“Yeen gotta get up. I just brought you yo’ stuff. I got some business to go take care of.” I placed the cup on the counter and handed her that melting ass ice cream. Her tongue licked up the mountain of ice cream and my dick throbbed. She ain’t have no business eating that ice cream like that.
“See, you tryna make me have an intermission, eating that ice cream like that.” I gripped my dick through my pants and her eyes zeroed in on it.
“Like what?” She licked the ice cream again. Pre cum oozed from my dick head. Fuck.
“Fuck this.” Taking her by the hand, I led her toward the restrooms. We entered the women’s restroom and the door clicked behind us.
