“Get the fuck up,” Faheem instructed Derrick who hurried to his feet. “I’ma walk y’all niggas out,” Faheem said, allowing Derrick and Allen to walk in front of him.
“You fucking that nigga, I don’t care what you say,” Frankee whisper-yelled at me.
“I’m not!” I mimicked her same voice.
“I know my bro-” Frankee stopped talking when Faheem walked back in the room.
“What the fuck y’all in here whispering about?” Faheem eyed the both of us.
“Y’all fuckin’,” Frankee answered plainly.
“We ain’t fucked yet, but when we do, you gon’ know.”
“I’ma pray for you.” Frankee looked at me. “If he acting like this and y’all haven’t fucked, you in trouble.” She chuckled while shaking her head.
“Shut yo hatin’ ass up. I should fuck you up. Got my wife out here trickin’ with you.”
“Never had to trick a day in my life. My daddy and brother give me whatever I want,” Frankee said, snaking her neck from side to side.
“As long as you know. Let me talk to you.” Faheem directed his attention to me.
“Talk,” I replied, not moving from my spot in the middle of the living room.
“Nah, out here,” Faheem said, walking out the living room, and I looked to Frankee who shooed me to follow him. Sighing, I slowly followed him.
He was out on Frankee’s balcony lighting a blunt once I found him. Going out on the balcony, I watched him… trying to understand Faheem. He was an anomaly; his mouth said one thing, then his actions said an entirely different thing. I wasn’t trying to think into the stuff he was doing too deeply because he could just be a nigga that was possessive. He wasn’t about to have me out here looking stupid like his bitch.
Folding my arms across my chest, I chuckled at the fact that we were both wearing all white. He had a white jogging suit on, fresh J’s, his jewelry shining brightly in the dark, hair freshly twisted and braided back. Faheem easily looked way better than Derrick with minimum effort.
“We finna stare at each other all night?” I asked, breaking the silence. “What made you get that?” I asked, pointing up to his throne tattoo on his forehead.
“Heavy is the head that wears the crown… but nah, when I was a young nigga, I wanted the crown so bad. Once I got the shit, I realized all the shit I had to sacrifice… the pain, blood, sweat, and tears that went into keepin’ the crown. I understood it was a burden more than a blessing. I got the thorn crown to symbolize my truth.” Faheem shrugged with a far off expression.
I didn’t take Faheem as being a deep kind of man. I figured he’d be a surface level nigga, but I guess I had a lot more to learn about him.
“Mmm… I guess.” I shrugged, not wanting him to see that he’d impressed me with his explanation.
Faheem stared at me as he took a deep toke of his blunt, and he blew out a cloud of smoke. Slyly smirking at me, he asked, “Why you tryna play with a nigga?”
“How? I didn’t even do anything.”
“You left my house lookin’ good as fuck, with this little ass dress on.” Faheem slid a hand under my dress kneading the top of my thigh. “To go chill with another nigga when you could have asked me if you wanted to do somethin’ if you was bored.”
“What I look like asking another female’s nigga to come chill with me?” I giggled halfway ‘cause I was enjoying his hand rubbing my thigh.
Ashing his blunt out on the railing before flicking it over the balcony Faheem focused his attention back on me. I was impressed to see him still using his hand that was in a cast. He leaned his back against the railing then pulled me over until I was standing between his legs, his hand holding me by my bare ass cheek.
“Why you ain’t got on panties?” Faheem frowned at me.
“I have on thongs.” I found myself resting my head on his chest.
“Ion like that shit. If you not with me, don’t come out like this no more,” Faheem demanded as if he had the right to tell me not to do anything.
“Why not?” I asked, deciding to play with fire tonight.
Faheem’s hand maneuvered under my dress moving my panties to the side, and he rubbed the outside of my pussy lips. “This my shit, and the only time she’s allowed out is when I’m around. Test a nigga if you want to, Juniper.”
“You got an entire girlfriend,” I softly moaned, enjoying his gentle touch.
