I shook my head. “Why the fuck did you make that promise to her sh?—”
My brother laughed. “I didn’t expect her spoiled ass to go find a fucking job, Nor. Shit if anything I expected her to come to you for the money.”
I shook my head. I had enough to worry about and Niema being behind the wheel wasn’t something I wanted to add to my worries.
“Fuck that, I’m about to go down there and tell shorty not to hire her.”
Now that was funny as fuck, and his stupid ass really got up and went down there. By the time I looked back at the computer he was easing into the booth by shorty with the braids. He must’ve said something funny because the female across from him busted up laughing. Yeah, she was pretty as fuck and I could tell that much from the camera. Anybody who could make laughing seem sexy was a blessed motherfucker.
Before I knew it my phone was vibrating against my desk. When I looked down I saw that it was my brother calling me. I was so focused on lil’ mama that I hadn’t even realized that my brother had his phone to his ear and had stepped away from the table.
“Hell nah,” I answered already knowing what he was about to ask.
“Don’t be a bitch. I know you see the situation through the camera.”
I laughed. “I’ll send Gunz.”
“No, you. I mean unless you settle down. You finally made that shit exclusive with Toy’s hammer nose ass.” He didn’t even give me the time to respond to him because he hung up. Then on the screen I watched him walk back over to the table.
Before I knew it, I was standing to my feet on my way down to the table. Namari knew what to say to get under my fucking skin at all times. He knew I wasn’t on that settling down shit because I enjoyed my freedom. He also knew that Toy’s slick ass had been trying her hardest to get a nigga to wife her.
When I rounded the corner, I held up two fingers toward the bartender so that she could bring me my usual.
“Boss lady here said she’s going to hire Niema regardless of the fact that I asked her nicely not to,” my brother started as soon as I approached the table.
I chuckled and took shorty in. The camera did her no justice, she was fucking gorgeous.
“That’s yo’ word, Ms...”
I started right before she scooted over for me to take a seat and said her name. “Omyia, but everyone calls me Ommy.”
I nodded. I wasn’t everybody, but I had a feeling she’d see that in due time.
“Ommy and Surah, this is my grouch ass older brother North,” Namari introduced me.
I nodded in both of their directions, before my brother started back up. “But it’s my sister. Don’t I have some type of right or something to tell you not to hire her?”
She laughed. “You came over here and told me not to hire her because you didn’t want to keep your promise to her.”
Namari laughed. “I swear it ain’t that simple.”
“She seems like a good kid. Is she a good kid?” she asked, but this time she was looking in my direction.
“She’s a teenage girl with teenager thoughts,” I responded.
“And what are teenage girl thoughts?” Surah asked. She tilted her head to the side looking from me to my brother with a smirk.
“I don’t know, I’m a nigga. But I’m sure y’all females had young girl thoughts about independence tha?—”
“No, I was a good girl. Matter of fact I was a daddy’s girl.” Ommy shook her head with a chuckle.
“Well, I wasn’t. As a matter of fact, I was sneaky as fuck, so I see the point,” Surah admitted.
The entire table broke out into a fit of laughter.
“Exactly, so hell nah. I am not about to break my promise, but I bet you I’ll make it hard for her to come up with her half,” Mari boasted.
“Well, I’m going to hire her. Not every teenage girl is Surah.” Omyia crossed her arms and sat back against the booth.
