I burst out laughing. “Bruh, I swear yo’ ass ain’t gon’ never change.”
“Never, my nigga. What’s been up with you and your stepfamily? Shorty still avoiding yo’ ass?”
I shook my head and sipped my drink the bartender placed in front of me. “Man, I think I’m starting to regret taking the job. I knew when I took it what my intentions were, but I didn’t think shit all the way through. But the kids love me, and I don’t want to be another man that gives up on them.”
“Then don’t. Shorty just scared, B. I’m almost sure that if you stop being a pussy and put it out there that you interested, then apply a little pressure, she’ll stop running from you. You’re allowing her to think too much about what happened. That’s why you sitting here, looking lost as fuck.” He chuckled and puffed his cigar.
I smirked. “Aye, fuck you, man. I have never been this fucking thirsty, but she’s different, in a good way.”
“Never been thirsty is crazy work.”
I gave him a shut-the-fuck-up look, and he chuckled. “I don’t know what I should do, bro. This shit is crazy.”
“You know exactly what to do. Start from the bottom, and work ya way to the top. No matter the outcome, just know you let it be known how you were coming.” His eyes went over my head, and a smirk drew up on his face. I followed his gaze, seeing Bianca strutting toward us. She looked good in her pink Lululemon attire, hair pushed back in a ponytail, and a fresh face.
She smiled when she saw me look her way. “Hey, boo. Fancy to see you here.” She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I gave her a side hug.
“What’s up, B?”
“Nothing much. I haven’t heard from you lately. You replaced me already?” She smirked, then licked her lips while her eyes scanned me from head to toe.
I chuckled. “It ain’t like that. Been busy with my company. That’s all.”
“Oh! You started a business?”
“I did.”
“What kind?”
“A nanny agency.”
“Aww, that’s so dope. Congratulations.”
I gave her a light smile. “Thanks.”
“What are you doing later?”
“Hopefully trying to get my boss to give me a chance,” I told her honestly.
“Your boss? I thought you said you own your own company?”
Tray snorted and looked at Bianca like she was stupid. “You do know if you work as a nanny to someone, and they pay you, ultimately, they’re your boss, right?”
“I’m sorry. Who are you, and why are you in our business? Do you know him?” she asked, looking at me.
“He’s my brother.”
“Yeah, Britt Barbie. I’m his brother.”
I held in my laugh because I didn’t want to be rude, but this nigga was doing too much.
“Britt Bar—oh, you got jokes?”
“For days,” he countered. “I know you a lil slow, but you cute, so I’ll give you a pass.”
I chuckled. “Chill, Tray.”
“Anyway, so you did replace me,” she stated with a soft smile.
