“Fuck all that,” Faheem spat, making his way closer between Frankee and my seat at the bar. “How my sister telling my wife to fuck with other niggas? At my mutha fuckin’ birthday party at that.”
We turned our chairs around so we were all facing Faheem, who was mugging all three of us.
“You outta yo mind,” I snickered at Faheem knowing he was finna be on his good bullshit.
“I’m crazy ‘cause I walk up and hear y’all talkin’ about some fuck shit, Faheem grunted, getting in my face. “You know what else is crazy? My wife ain’t told me happy birthday yet. But shegot time to give her number out.” Faheem’s face was inches from mine. Cutting my eyes to the left, I refused to look at him.
“Nigga it ain’t even yo birthday forreal.” I smartly said snaking my neck side to side while Faheem smirked at me.
“It’ don’t matter it my fuckin’ party.” Faheem grunted at me as he glared at me evilly.
Instead of replying I scoffed at him, turning back to the bar I grabbed my drink taking another sip. Faheem wanted a reaction out of me that he wasn’t finna get.
“We was just having girl talk, nothing serious, Faheem. Ain’t you supposed to entertaining your guests, not bothering us?” Frankee said, fake mushing Faheem in the side of his head.
“Girl talk. Aight.” Faheem pulled my arm while saying, “Get up.”
“For what?” I groaned, annoyed because he pulled me up from my seat causing me to almost spill my drink.
“ ‘Cause,” he replied, sliding into the bar stool I was just seated on. “Come here,” he commanded again, pulling me onto his lap before I had a chance to react. “Keep on with yo girl talk then. Since it ain’t that serious.” Faheem wrapped his arms around my waist securing me in his lap.
I swear it felt like all eyes were on me sitting on Faheem’s lap. I couldn’t even comprehend the bickering between Faheem and Frankee. It felt weird being in Faheem’s lap around so many people. I’d sat on his lap plenty of times, but we'd usually be alone or not in the middle of a party that his girlfriend was at. Not that I necessarily cared about Mixie being here, it was just weird him being openly affectionate. Faheem wasn’t bothered by all the eyes peering at us. Yeah, I wanted to make my mark, but this wasn’t how I intended for it to go.
“Juniper is going out with me, she already promised.” Tuning back into the conversation I saw the smirk on Frankee’s face as she teased Faheem.
“I did,” I snickered with her and Daelight. I was slowly starting to get comfortable being in Faheem’s lap. If he didn’t care, why should I? Mixie wasn’t my girlfriend.
“Shut yo ass up,” Faheem said into my ear, biting at my earlobe, wrapping his hand around my waist, squeezing me tighter. “I’ma fuck the shit outta you tonight,” he whispered in my ear. Chills ran down my spine, and my pussy tingled, feeling Faheem’s lips on my neck.
“Umm… Your girlfriend on her way over here. She don’t look happy,” Daelight said, using her head to point to our right.
We looked to see a pissed off Mixie walking in our direction. I wasn’t even about to get up, it would be pointless. Faheem was holding on to my waist for dear life. I also wanted Mixie to see Faheem all over me, it would serve her lying ass right.
“Chill out,” Faheem whispered in my ear, making me groan. He knew I was on my good bullshit right now.
I wanted to prove a point to her, but not in a way that I had to deal with her directly. If anything, I wanted to make Faheem leave with me or something that would get under her skin. Faheem was on some extra disrespectful stuff having me sitting in his lap.
“I been looking all over for you.” Mixie frowned, stopping in front of Faheem and me, her arms folded across her chest. Her eyes were locked on Faheem.
“I ain’t doin’ shit.” He lazily replied with his hands softly caressing my exposed stomach.
“Clearly.” Mixie snarled, rolling her eyes. “It’s time to cut your cake.”
Faheem tapped me on my leg, signaling for me to stand up, and I did. When I stood up, Mixie looked at me, and her frown deepened seeing my swimsuit.
“Bitches just wanna be me so bad. Tuh, come on, Faheem.” Mixie turned on her heels and was pissed.
I couldn’t help but laugh at her being mad. The matching swimming suits Mixie had gotten came in different styles for females. Mixie got the monokini, and I got the high cut two piece version. Like I said, if she hadn’t been running her mouth, I wouldn’t have been petty. But after hearing the shit she was saying, I wanted to piss her off. Faheem smirked seeing me matching with them too. At least he liked it. I was about to go back to my seat when Faheem’s arm snaked around my waist.
“Come cut this cake with me,” he said, kissing me on the cheek. He was standing behind me with his arm wrapped around my waist.
“Didn’t I tell you not to put yo dirty ass mouth on me?” I fake gagged, wiping his kiss on my cheek.
“That’s fucked up I can’t put my lips on you no more. You know how bad I been feinin’ to taste that pussy,” Faheem lustfully replied while licking his lips.
“See, hell no. You doin’ too much.” I shook my head, trying to hide my blush.
“A nigga can’t tell you how he feels? Y’all see how she do me?” Faheem directed his attention towards Daelite and Frankee. “You don’t love me no mo’?” Faheem snaked his arm around my waist, pulling me into his arms.
