“Here you go.” Frankee smacked her lips. “Since we talkin’ aboutactingfunny. Nigga, you checking me over ho's now?”
I wasn’t shocked that Frankee’s ass felt some type of way about me checking her over Mixie at my birthday dinner. I got she didn’t fuck with Mixie, but all that hostile shit was unnecessary. If Mixie wasn’t coming at her crazy, then there was no reason for her to be popping off.
“Be easy. I know Mixie ain’t yo favorite person, but she wasn’t on no rah-rah type shit. You know you my heart forreal. Ain’t nobody coming between that.” Frankee’s spoiled ass acted like a brat when she felt like she wasn’t a priority in my life.
“And you should know the same goes for my big brother.”
I thought about telling Frankee about Mixie being pregnant, but I knew better; my sister couldn’t hold water, and my mama would have a nigga’s neck for not telling her first.
“Where Juniper at then?” I asked for the millionth time.
Juniper wanna be slick ass hadn’t answered nan phone call. She texted me once talking some slick shit about needing space and some other bullshit, leading me to think Juniper had to be slow or something. How she mad at me when she tried to pull my ho' card showing up to my party with another nigga? Her ass was lucky I didn’t kill that nigga and make her ass watch. She had the right idea with the wrong nigga. All that petty shit tryna make a nigga jealous wasn’t finna work with me. I couldn’t get jealous over what I knew was mine. I was finna let Juniper make it ‘cause her phone was showing she was at Frankee’s. I’d go get her ass in the morning was what I told myself. I wanted to talk to her about Mixie being pregnant. I didn’t need her finding out about that from nobody but me. I really didn’t want to tell her, but that would be some bitch nigga shit. Everything was good until Juniper’s location went offline. I knew what was up, she was still on her bullshit, and Frankee was going along with the shit. This was about the third time I’d talked to Frankee in thelast hour. She was covering for Juniper’s sneaky ass. First, she claimed Juniper was sleep. Then when a nigga kept pressing her, she switched to she hadn’t talked to Juniper. Frankee went all out avoiding answering me after that.
“Faaaheeem…” Frankee whined into the phone. “That’s my friend.” I did fuck with Frankee and Juniper building a bond with each other.
“Fuck that. I’m yo brother.”
“B-”
“Shit, you scared me,” Juniper nervously said, flipping on the light switch. Looking at her, she had her hand on her chest, eyes darting from side to side. “I didn’t think you’d still be up.” Juniper walked over to the side of the couch.
“I’ma call you back,” I told Frankee, never taking my heated gaze off Juniper.
I really believed this girl wanted to see a nigga locked under the jail.Don’t choke her ass out. Don’t do it.I balled my hands into a fist to keep from reaching out to yoke her ass up. She really thought I was a bitch ass nigga.
“You forreal?” I bit out, tryna hold my composure together.
“I don’t know what you talkin’ about.” Juniper nervously chuckled, shrugging her shoulders. “It’s late. I’m tired, I’m going to go lay down.” She tried to walk past me, but I stopped her by pulling her back by her arm, placing her between my legs. Her petty ass turned sideways resting her weight on her left leg like I was getting on her nerves.
“Nah, fuck that. Where you been?” I said, looking up at her frowning face.
“At Frankee’s,” she lied through her funky ass mouth.
“Lie to me again, Juniper,” I grilled her.
“What?” she said copping an attitude.
“Maaannn…” I sat straight up. “So, let me get this straight, you sitting over at my sister’s house dressed like that?” I looked her up and down with a frown.
Juniper looked good as fuck, too fucking good to be sitting at Frankee’s house. Her was hair in a high bun with bangs, face had light make up, Juniper didn’t need the shit. She was pretty as fuck without it. Her lips looked extra juicy from her lips gloss. What really got me was what she had on. The pink crop top fit her body like a second skin. Her breasts were sitting up pretty. Nipples playing peek a boo had my mouth watering for a chance to lick them. Her long pink maxi skirt had her thick thighs and ass sitting right. The sides of the skirt were cut out showing her silky peanut butter skin. Her toes were painted pink in a pair of heeled sandals. My baby looked good as fuck, and her ass wanted to try to play on my top like she was sitting in the house.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Juniper folded her arms defiantly across her chest.
“You think I’m a bitch?”
“No, Faheem.”
“A ho'?”
“No,” she grumbled.
“Then where the fuck you been at?”
“Fraaankeee’s.” Juniper snaked her head from side to side, and I lost the last restraint I had for myself.
Snatching her by her waist, I pulled her into my lap, with her back resting against my chest. I bit into her neck first with my hand wrapped around her waist. I held her in place. She tried to resist at first, but she gave in once I started sucking on her neck.
“Ahhh… hold on, Faaa- oh wait, what are you doing?” Juniper moaned trying to stop my hands from pulling her skirt down over her ass.SMACK!My hand connected with her bare thigh.
