“Really Kasey? A fucking tire?” he asked.
“Hell yeah, at least you know a bitch can cook when it looks like she has a tire wrapped around her midsection. I miss those bitches.” Now he looked frustrated.
“Man shut u?—"
“You ever fucked a bitch who had to take her faja off first? I mean you think shit is about to be really easy, but she end up asking you to unhook all those fucking loops. Then to make matters even worse when she takes that shit off fat starts spilling from everywhere. By then I don’t even want the pussy any more.Nigga done fucked around and pulled a fucking hamstring tryna get to it.”
“Sounds like that shit has happened to you a few times.” I peered over at him.
“A few? I been body fished out here a few fucking times. These bitches be out here in those wrestling suits, and they make sure you can’t see the fucking thing. Sweaty skin ass hoes.”
We stood there laughing for a while before I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out to see who it was. It was the shorty that was supposed to meet me.
I was about to answer when a beat up Prius pulled up. This motherfucker was so beat up that from first glance the motherfucker didn’t have not one door handle. I heard my name and looked up. I locked eyes with the driver, and it was old girl from Target.
Then she fucked around and pulled the little beat up hooptie in front of Kasey’s truck.
“Damn that motherfucker looks like it’s about to pull up to its last gas station,” Kasey was already starting his shit.
When shorty climbed out of her car, she immediately walked over to me, but I was too busy checking out her ride. They said how a bitch kept her car was how she kept the pussy and right now I was lowkey good on that. Her car had the paint and all of that coming off, not to mention the fucking spare tire was being used on both of her back tires. Hell nah, this shit was sick. That didn’t mean I was going to turn down the pussy, but I was for damn sure about to slip her ass after. Shit might’ve sounded shallow as fuck, but I wasn’t about to add her to my normal roster.
I kissed my teeth while I stood in line at the lil’ chicken and fish joint before I took shorty to the hotel. Even though her car was fucked up she had a lil’ shape on her. Too bad she didn’t have a brain for shit.
I stood there for a while before a familiar aroma filled my senses. I knew that smell only because I was intertwined with it the entire time we were at the bar. When I asked her the scent she smiled and told me that it was a hair growth oil that she’d mixed up herself. Surah was unique as fuck and definitely left a mark on a nigga’s mental. I looked around, before I spotted her standing in the corner locked in on her phone. What the fuck was she doing out here? Then she wasn’t even dressed the same way as she was when we parted at the bar. Something in me didn’t like none of that shit, because why the fuck was she out here in these streets at this time of night?
Before I knew it, I was walking in her direction with a mug plastered on my face. When I reached her, I snatched her phone and leaned on the counter near her.
“Last time I saw you, yo’ ass was on the way home.”
When she looked up the slits in her eyes went big. “I was on the way home, but to change. Now why are you all in my space, Namari?”
“Because if you were about to hit these streets the least you could’ve done was ride passenger side with a nigga.”
She shook her head. “Nah. The female sitting passenger side in yo’ ride says there isn’t much space for me.”
I chuckled. That only told me that she saw me before I saw her. Unlike most females she was just gonna keep it G and actlike she didn’t see my ass. I lowkey like that, but at the same time I didn’t like it either. She was too fucking cool.
“Now if you’ll gimme my phone back I ca?—”
“You can what? You up here with a nigga?” I don’t know why I asked that shit, but clearly, I wanted to know. I looked around before my eyes landed back on her.
“Why?”
“Because I got a lil’ bit of a possessive feeling about you.”
She laughed like I was just giving her game. “Surah, your food is ready,” I heard the old lady behind the counter say her name. Then she slipped by me and went to fetch her food.
Her phone vibrated, breaking my thoughts. When I looked down. It was a message from a contact with just the letter D.
D: You still coming through or what?
D: You keep playing me to the left when I told you what was up. Gimme a chance.
Shaking my head, I held her phone out for her to get when she turned around. I don’t know why that shit made me want to toss her shit across the room. She wasn’t my bitch, yet I dead ass wanted to throw her in my fucking trunk. What part of the game was this?
She grabbed her phone and was about to exit the spot when I gripped her arm. “Where is yo’ car? I damn sure didn’t see it when I pulled in here.” She had a distinct looking Jeep Sahara. It was like a deep matte gray or some shit and it damn sure wasn’t in this parking lot.
“I walked from my mama’s house to get her something to eat. It’s a few blocks up. I’m goo?—”
