Surah
When I got my ass back in the car with Namari, I don’t know what I expected, but he was true to his word and dropped his friend off. She did not seem happy, but then again, I wouldn’t have been if I was her. To be honest if I was in her place, I would’ve beat my ass because the fact that they had plans and he blatantly broke them to be in my face was fucked up.
“Why are we driving so far out, Namari? You aren’t about to hack my body up and bury me with the vegetation, are you?” I asked. I had only known this man for about ten hours and already I had my fast ass in his car. I told myself I’d do better but old habits die hard.
“If I was, you’re asking late as fuck ain’t you?”
“I’m definitely not that late because my mama and Ommy already have your license plate number.”
He chuckled.
“So, what did you tell your friend for her to leave so quietly,” I had to ask, because the way she got out of the car and didn’t utter a word was most unheard of.
“The truth.”
“And that was? You just met me today, but you’re hella bossy and trying to tell me what to do?” I peered at him with questioning eyes.
“Nah, that you’re my wife so when it’s necessary everything drops for you.” He winked at me before we pulled into the outside of a gated driveway.
“But that isn’t the truth. It’s the fur?—”
He chuckled. “It’s a version of it. Now ride the flow, wife.”
I didn’t say much more. Instead, I watched him lean out of the car so he could be identified right before the gates opened. A little way in front of us was the most beautiful home I had ever laid eyes on. It looked like one of those homes they shot music videos in.
“You live here all alone?”
“For the most part unless my sister comes out here. Other than that, yeah. I like to be out of the way.” He hopped out on the driver’s side.
When it was evident that his rude ass wasn’t going to open my door, I opened it myself. When I stepped out, he grabbed my hand and nearly dragged me into his space.
We entered his home and just like from the outside the inside was equally as breathtaking. Everything was all neat and nicely put together with different color schemes almost like it was put together by a professional. Then again maybe it was, and he was just that type of nigga. Either way it definitely surprised me because of how much of a hood booger he seemed to be.
“Are you thirsty?” his voice interrupted my thoughts.
I nodded my head as my eyes found his handsome face. He was now in his kitchen standing behind the island peering at me. “What do you have?”
“Shit, I don’t remember. Go ahead over to that refrigerator and see. I told that broad you were my wife, which means you ain’t no fucking guest up in here.”
I screwed up my face. “You probably did that because she wasn’t too important. Plus, I saw the car you dropped her off to. You were itching to get rid of her.”
“Maybe.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at his honesty. Then I walked over to see what he had to drink anyway, because I was actually thirsty.
Instead of reaching for the Coke Cola that I knew I didn’t need, I grabbed the Fiji water. He would have an unlimited supply in his fridge. In the hood that was lowkey a must. Anything a nigga was drinking he always had a Fiji water near.
“So, you take pictures and shit?” he asked.
I nodded.
“What type? You a professional. Or do you do that shit from your phone?”
“Nah, baby I take them with a camera and I’m pretty good at it.”
“I’ll be the judge of that. Lemme see what you’re working on,” he demanded and then held his hand out for me to hand him my phone.
I couldn’t even go out like that, so instead of handing him my phone, I rounded the counter and grabbed his. Seconds later I held it up to his face for recognition, then I looked on the screen for his Instagram. I swiped a few screens before I found it and he didn’t move an inch to take his phone from me.
