I answered with a rough, “Yeah.”
That nigga didn’t miss a beat. “Nigga, I ain’t call to hear you breathe like a disappointed father. What the hell wrong with you?”
I exhaled hard. “Man… I’ve been sitting outside this girl’s crib for damn near an hour. She still inside trying to paint a whole new face on.”
He burst out laughing. “Oh, she must not know you’llleaveher ass. You a professional at that. Shit—Iknow! You remember you left me at that dice game on 22nd? Nigga, I went in the bathroom, came back, and yo’ ass was gone… didn’t even text to let me know!”
“That was different,” I muttered.
“How?! I’m yo’nigga! Yo’ ass left me in that dusty-ass house with them greedy ass niggas who catch bodies over five dollarsandare known for robbing their own cousins. Not to mention, they had a pitbull that looked like it ate humans for breakfast! So if you dipped on me in that situation, Iknowlikehellshe don’t stand a chance!”
I rubbed my forehead, smirking despite how irritated I was.
“Yeah. But I kinda want some pussy tonight.”
Davion snorted. “So that’s what’s saving her? A lil’ coochie coupon?”
“That’s all. But if she don’t bring her ass outside in the next fifteen minutes, I’m pulling the fuck off.”
Davion hollered. “Fifteen? Nigga, be honest… she gotfive. After that, you gon’ be at the gas station eating sunflower seeds, talkin’ ‘bout you tried.”
I smirked.
He wasn’t wrong.
I had just opened my mouth to say, “Man, fuck this, I’m gone,” when her front door flew open.
Isis sashayed down the driveway, turning concrete into an unapproved fashion show.
Hair bouncing… heels clicking… purse swinging… and three suitcases.
I leaned back in my seat, annoyed.
This girl really fixing her hair and lips like I invited her to the damn Grammys.We going to the cold to chill and eat chili, not meet Beyoncé. Hell, if Beyoncé was there, she’d still be late.
Isis finally made it to the passenger door and gave me this big, sweet smile like she hadn’t just ruined my mood for sport.
I unlocked the door but didn’t bother opening it for her.
She pulled the handle and slid in, smelling like perfume, hairspray, and a whole lotta intentions I wasn’t interested in dealing with.
I stared at her for a long, cold second. “I hope all that extra was worth it. Because if you were three seconds later, I would’ve been gone. Straight up.”
Isis rolled her eyes. “Bryce, relax…”
“Relax?” I repeated. “Shawty, I waited damn near a whole hour; that’s an hour more than I give my passengers when I’m flying, and theypayfor the privilege. So consider yo'pussyblessed.”
She folded her arms tight. “So you only with me for sex?”
I didn’t sugarcoat it. “You said it, not me. But yeah, sex is definitely keeping you in the game.”
Her mouth dropped open so wide I could see her tonsils.
I turned the ignition. “Now buckle up,” I told her. “I’m hungry, irritated, and horny. And if that lip gloss smears on my seat, you riding in the back.”
Chapter five
Chesteria
