Again, he was laughing, which infuriated me.
“What’s funny?” I asked mugging the shit out of him.
“You. Don’t you got my number? And don’t you know where I live? I ain’t the only one of us that went missing?”
I was about to respond when I heard a squeaky voice. “Mari, baby I thought we were chilling today?” Seconds later I looked up and locked eyes with a red-haired female standing a few feet from us. I had to laugh because here I was about to get caught up in my feelings over this nigga and this was what he was up to. I couldn’t get mad though, because on my life I knew exactly who he was, but I guess it was time for me to show him what type of dog I was.
“You see me talking to my wife, don’t you?” He didn’t even look up at her.
“Yeah, but…” her sentence trailed off like she didn’t know what to say. Shit, if a nigga ever talked to me the way that he had just spoken to her I’d have a few things to say.
“Then apologize and move the fuck around. Got her looking at me crazy and shit.” He leaned forward and kissed my temple.
“My bad I was ju?—”
“Nah, not to me. Mrs. Payne.”
“My bad Mrs. Payne.” Then she stomped off leaving us all there. As if she hadn’t just interrupted, Namari was onsomething else. Before I could say anything to him, he pulled me back, opened the passenger side door to his car and motioned for me to sit. Of course, he helped me up into the seat, but before I could close my legs he stepped between them.
“You need to stop telling your hos that I’m your wife because the first one to run up on me in the streets is gonna catch a hot one.”
He laughed. “You got a hot one to give?”
“Plenty of them.”
He continued to laugh. “Good to know.”
A brief silence filled the space, before he picked his head up and randomly kissed my jaw. I don’t know why, but that whole act was sweet, even though I knew for a fact that Namari wasn’t a sweet nigga. He was far from any of that.
“You purposely got me over here while you fuck up all my action, huh?” I asked.
“And you know it. Ain’t none of these niggas on shit, you’re fucking with the best so fuck the rest.” His lips were centimeters from mine as he looked me in my eyes.
“Corny ass.”
He smiled right before he smashed his lips into mine. What started out as a few smooches turned into one of the nastiest kisses of my being. Now there was possibly no way not to be on my back tonight, because this shit right here was addicting. He was addicting even though this entire situation was both of us playing with fire.
“Tell yo’ hos you’re going home tonight. No play time.” I demanded the moment our lips parted.
“Bet.”
Luna
I sent a mug in Ommy’s direction while she listed every possible reason as to why she couldn’t give this North dude a chance. I loved my girl, but she was so cautious that she made the people around her take the risks for her. She lived in a shell that protected her from ever dealing with the type of things that normal people endured. Don’t get me wrong, she was strong as fuck, but she was avoiding everything that made life worth it. I guess I was one to talk, but my movement was out of my safety, so it differed tremendously from hers.
“But Luna, he’s in the streets. I can’t do that to myse?—”
“Didn’t he tell your egg head ass that he wasn’t? Are you hard of hearing or deaf?”
She laughed and shook her head. “Both. What about everything that I stand for? What about all of the lectures I give my brother and father? Am I to abandon them?”
“No, Bitch. I get that you believe that he has street ties, but what’s wrong with getting to know the man? What’s wrong with seeing where this could take the two of you instead of thinking the worst of every situation? Who knows Mr. Direction could be your soulmate.”
She laughed at me. I refused to call him North. I mean it was a cute name, but what mother named her son after a freaking direction?
“Fine. But you know I don’t believe in soulmates. I believe that there are peo?—”
“People who God sends into your life for a certain amount of time. Blah, blah blah and all that sad heartbroken shit that you really don’t believe in. Everybody needs and wants love, Ommy. We just have to know what is for us and what is not for us.Some niggas aren’t for us, and some are, you never really know. The thing is you can’t be close minded to everything though. You gotta be open at some point, right?”
