“Mari, your food is done.”
I grabbed my food and then shook my head in her direction. “Hell nah, yeen about to walk no fucking where.”
She laughed. “Um yes, I am. I’m not about to climb in no fucking back se?—”
“I didn’t ask you to. Now let’s go, unless you want me to toss yo’ thick ass over my shoulder and carry you to the fucking car. You might fuck around and drop your food.”
She mugged me, but she followed me and stepped in front of me when we exited the restaurant. Hell yeah I saw how niggas were looking at her, so wasn’t no fucking way I was about to leave her out here like bait to these thirsty ass niggas.
When we reached the car, I hopped in on the driver's side and looked over at shorty. By now I had dead ass forgot her name. “Aye, hop in the back right quick.”
I could feel Surah’s eyes on me. “Hold up, baby girl.”
“Excuse me? Why the fuck would I be hopping in the back?” shorty, whose name I still didn’t know, asked.
“Because I asked you to. Now hurry the fuck up I ain’t got all day.”
“Who the fuck is this? I can’t believe you.” She was talking shit while getting out of the car.
By the time she was in the back seat I motioned for Surah to get her fine ass into the car. She shook her head, before she finally got into the passenger seat. I handed my food over and told her to hold it while I maneuvered out of the parking lot. Every so often I stole a few glances at her, but how could I not? Surah was bad as fuck and anybody who disagreed was blind. On my life, my weakness on a female was those long ass poetic justice braids. I liked pulling at them while I hit that shit from the back, shit was erotic.
“The fuck you going after you leave yo’ mama house?” Yeah, I know I was being nosy, but at this point I didn’t give a fuck I wanted her feet facing my ceiling.
“Probably to go visit my friend, why? My mama’s place is three blocks straight on the left.”
“Because I asked. You finna chill with me?” I was asking less of a question and making a statement.
She cut her eyes at me and chuckled. “Nigga don’t you have plans?”
“Right?” I heard shorty in the back mumble.
“Wifey trumps all of that.” Yeah, I know I was spitting game right now, but I told myself that was only because I didn’t want her sliding through to whomever this D nigga was. Nigga was in her messages begging for a chance and he still wasn’t about to get one if I had anything to do with it.
She licked her lips and looked me over, before nodding her head. “Prove it. Let me not play with you. No, I’m not fucking, so you’d literally be fucking up your pussy date to talk to me all night. By the end of the night, I might just let you get a kiss.”
“Bet.” I wasn’t hurting for no pussy, so her saying she wasn’t fucking didn’t make me want to spend any less time with her. Most bitches would’ve gotten out of the car but I guess she could get that. Reaching over I gripped her bare thigh and continued my drive. She had no idea how I was about to prove this shit. A few minutes later we pulled up right across the street from her mama’s crib. I busted a U-turn in the middle of the street so that she could get out and go give the woman her food. When she hopped out of the car, I couldn’t help but admire the wiggle she had acquired in the short ass shorts that she was wearing. Then she had one of those crop tops on that showcased her little ass waist.
“Who is she, Namari?” Chicken head from the backseat reminded me of her presence. Yeah, I was about to drop her ass right off. I hated to be questioned.
“My wife.” That was the only response I offered.
“Don’t you think that was something you probably should’ve told me when we met at the Target? Weren’t you with a whole other fema?—”
“Fuck I’m telling you that for and I don’t even know yo’ fucking name and you ain’t seem to mind earlier when you slipped me yo’ number? The fuck you care if I got a wife for now? Backward as fuck.”
She sucked her teeth. “So, what are we doing?”
“We ain’t doing shit. I’m about to drop you off at yo’ car.”
“Are you serious? We didn’t even get to chill.”
I was about to respond when the passenger side door opened, and baby girl was climbing back in. Yeah, this was finna be a long ass night.
Chapter Two
“The strongest bitches cried the realest tears.”
Ommy
