“You can wear those motherfuckers to my living room.”
“Namari. You know what I mean.”
“You better tell whatever nigga paying for your meal that he ain’t getting none.”
She giggled. “And how do you know? Hair up or down?”
“Because it doesn’t belong to you. That shit between your legs is mine. Up, yo’ back of the neck tattoo is sexy as fuck,” I complimented her. She had this tattoo of the moon phases that started at her neck and lined her spine.
“You sure?”
“Yeah, invite a nigga to get a look at what the fuck he can’t have.” I peered intently.
“So you say but how do you know I’m not putting up the goods on the first day?” now she had a teasing smirk on her face.
“Because you don’t wanna see me act up, baby.” I smiled.
“Nope, you don’t want to see yourself act up. I’d actually like to see you act up.”
That statement earned a laugh from me. “Fuck around and find out then.”
She laughed and continued to get herself together. I swear this motherfucker was straight gorgeous without all those filters and shit that females liked to put on their screens.
“You’re laughing, but ain’t shit I said been a joke. You better be letting that nigga buy you a meal and nothing else.”
The expression on my face told her how serious I was. Instead of giving me lip she smiled hard as fuck and nodded that big ass head of hers. I could tell now that Surah would be a problem for me, and I didn’t like that shit at all. I hadn’t even climbed between the thighs yet, but she already had me yet again on some possessive shit. She had me placing claims on and regulating shit that didn’t even belong to me.
Instead of sitting around wondering what shorty was doing I pulled up on the block to mess with Kasey ‘nem. On my life anything had to be better than sitting my ass up wondering what a bitch who wasn’t mine was doing.
“Nigga what are you doing over here?”
I shook my head, walking over to where they stood. “Why are you all on my back? Don’t you have other shit to be handling?” I looked from Kasey to his brother.
Kasey chuckled. “Handled. Lowkey a nigga is just tryna wind down. You want a drink?”
I nodded and accepted the plastic cup that he had now extended. Shit I could go for a drink because I was for sure tripping.
“What’s on your mind?” Aura looked at me with a serious expression.
“Why does it have to be something on my head?”
“Because you look like you’re about to cry, bitch.” Kasey poured my drink and looked at me with a smirk.
“Nothing man. I’m just on some other shit.” I wasn’t about to pour my heart out to these niggas, so they could clown me. Instead of pouring my soul out I sat on the block with them for a few hours before I was ready to bounce. Shit, I was in the midst of calling one of my regulars when I saw Surah’s name appear on my screen. Part of me wanted to decline her call and focus on my initial plans, but I didn’t. I answered the phone not knowing what to expect because why the fuck was she calling me on a date?
“You playing one fucked up game, shorty.”
She giggled into the phone. “How? Where are you?” she asked.
“Tryna get my dick wet. How was your date?” I don’t know why I asked her that when I hoped to God it was horrible.
“It was okay. Can you come over?”
“For what? Yeen just hear me tell you that I’m tryna get my dick wet before I go in the house?”
“Because you’re my husband, right? Come through.” Now her voice was low and controlled. I swear I heard something else in it, but I was trying to keep my assumptions at bay. Females like Surah had mastered that law of attraction mess.
“Alright man, here I come. I ain’t staying too long because you know how females be when they think they’re a nigga’s last option.” I didn’t give her a chance to respond, I just hung the phone up. I was borderline pissed with myself because Ishould’ve told her fine ass no. I couldn’t take another long ass night of conversation and minimal touching. Fucking around with her I’d have blue balls.
