“I don’t believe in that shit though. Nobody but a woman that probably don’t even have a man, sat up there and made up that bullshit. How somebody going to tell me that I can’t see my lady the day of my wedding? I don’t believe that shit because I believe in God, love. The proper precaution in ensuring my marriage works with you is dropping down to my knees in prayer, going to God, asking Him to allow it to work. Not some bullshit ass myth,” he finished, and I rolled my eyes up at him.
“You just always think you know it all,” I voiced, sliding back, so that I could stand up from the grass.
Like a damn dog, he got behind me, wrapping me up, and he started dry humping me. I was laughing to the point that it washard for me to breathe, when he lifted me up, and he continued to do it. He eventually lowered me down to the ground, but he kept me in a bear hug.
“Let’s take a shower together,” I already knew that was coming.
I knew this man like the back of my hand. Him, coming in the backyard after he finished washing the cars was his way of trying to see what I was doing because he knew that he was going to take a shower, and wanted to drag me along.
“I need to wash my hair too,” I told him.
“What that mean? I’ll wash it for you while we’re in the shower. You don’t got but an inch of hair. That’ll only take a second,” he joked, and I laughed, but I reached my arm back, and I elbowed him in his stomach.
“I didn’t always have an inch of hair, negro. My hair used to be down to my ass,” I turned around in his arms, sassy as hell, needing to look him in his eyes, as I talked my shit.
His right hand slapped me on my ass a couple of times, and then he palmed it, cuffing as much in his hands as he could, but most of it was spilling out.
“And I’m glad you cut that shit too, baby. That ass on you is perfect. Nothing needed to be in the way, blocking my view,” he responded, leaning in, and he kissed me on my lips.
He knew how to get me with his words. I was excited for what was to come in the shower, which is why I placed one final kiss on his lips, grabbed his hand, and I led the way. The way he had his eyes on me, I could tell that he was going to demolish me as soon as we got in the shower. His ass better hope that I had the energy to pick up and attend this family hibachi dinner. He knew that I was good for busting a few nuts and then taking my ass to sleep!
Chapter 12
Toni McCall
BACHELORETTE PARTY
New Orleans, Louisiana
“Yeah! Yeah! Go best friend!” Shawntae yelled out to me, standing not too far away from me with the phone in her hands, recording me as I was out of my seat on the private party bus that we were on, and I was shaking my ass to that old school Trina that they had playing.
We’ve been in Nola for a little over five hours, and I can’t even lie, if I took one more shot, I was going to be fucked up. These crazy ass women in my life started making me take shots the moment we got on the private jet. Karina was able to go through Steel, since he had connections when it came to flying private, and once she did that, Steel was able to make some moves, and Manuel, who was the pilot that would often fly us around was able to cater to my girls, and I.
They didn’t allow me to step on the jet until I took two shots. Once I was on, and I saw the way the plane was decorated for me, that was my first cry of the day. My girls knew that when it came to loving on me, and showing up for me, that I loved things that were done with intention. The price didn’t too much matterto me. It was the thought that went into it, so when I stepped on the plane, and I saw that it was decked out with bachelorette theme decorations, and each of the girls had gotten me goodie bags, I could feel so much of the love, so I shed a couple of tears behind that.
The moment we landed in Nola, the girls had everything planned out. I was one of those friends that would send different TikTok’s in the group chat, whenever I had the time to sit, and browse. A while back, I sent a TikTok to Rianna, and it was from a breakfast spot called ‘Toast’. I sent it to her, showing her how good the food looked, telling her that I wanted to check it out one day. My friends heard me when I spoke, so when we pulled up to Nola, Toast was where we went for breakfast. The food was amazing. So much so, that anything that looked appetizing to me, I ordered it.
I was stuffed after breakfast. It was funny because when the bill came, I reached in my purse, just to reapply another coat of lip gloss, but the women were thinking that I was digging in my purse to grab my wallet, and pay for my meal, so I got cursed out simultaneously from all of them. These women weren’t allowing me to reach into my purse and pay for anything.
We had nonstop mimosas at breakfast, plus we did about two rounds of shots. My legs were wobbly when I stood up, but I fought through it. To my surprise, when breakfast was over, and done with, there was a party bus that came by to pick us up, and it was reserved solely for us. These bitches made me take a shot before I even stepped foot on the bus. A couple of times I almost bust my ass going up the stairs.
The vibes were immaculate from the second we stepped on. The driver was cool, allowing us to pretty much do whatever the hell we wanted to do. So far, we’ve been to Bourbon street, where we had a time, and we spent some time at the French quarter. As I was up out of my seat, shaking my ass to the music that wasplaying, I could sense that the bus was coming to a stop, so we were more than likely approaching our next stop.
“I’m not drinking at this location. I’m going to be throwing up soon. I can feel it,” I let them know, falling back into the seat, and the bottle of water that I left there, I picked it up, so that I could drink some of it.
I was tipsy as hell. I felt it in the way my body was moving. I felt like I was doing everything much slower than I normally would. My vision wasn’t the best right now. It felt like it was taking forever for my eyes to fully focus on something. This was the kind of drunk that I would get around my man.
“And if you start throwing up, it’s trash cans on here for you. Toughen up girl!” Karina fussed at me, standing over me, looking at me like she was disappointed that I was going out like a lightweight. Karina could drink. It would take a lot to get her fucked up.
On the bus, it was Karina, Rianna, Shawntae, Brandy, and Alecia. I wouldn’t dare allow my mom, grandma, auntie, or the women in Steel’s life to come on this day trip with us. I knew that it was in my plans to get fucked up, and I didn’t want them around me while I was in this state, so they weren’t apart of the turn up.
“Where are we?” I asked, looking up at Karina, knowing that she would know where we’d pulled up to.
“It’s a cabaret show. Come on. You’ll like it,” she said, reaching out her hand for me to stand up.
I grabbed it, standing on those wobbly legs that I was just talking about, and before I could fall over, Karina was able to catch me. She held me by my hips, looking at me laughing. I looked at her, along with the other women that were on the bus with me, and I just burst out crying. I put my head into the crook of Karina’s neck, and I cried, having a moment.
“Whelp. I knew that was coming,” I heard Brandy say.
