“That’s what’s wrong with you young ladies these days. Always talking ’bout being independent. Girl, you better let that man buy those clothes for you. If she won’t take it, baby, I will. You can buy GiGi these thongs,” an older lady standing in front of us in line stated. She shook the panties at Deuce, stuck her tongue out and ran it over her teeth and then winked at him.
My mouth dropped open, and Deuce had the nerve to wear a smirk and wink back at that old lady. “Deuce, you’d better fix that winky ass eye before you and that old lady and her triple X sized thongs get fucked up in here.”
It was his turn to be stunned because I seldom cursed, let alone threatened someone. I guess he didn’t know me as well as he thought he did.
“Sevyn, baby. Watch your mouth.”
“Watch my mouth, Deuce? Yeah, I guess you’re about to realize that my life wasn’t the only one about to change over that good dick. Play with me if you want to.”
His mouth dropped open just as the old lady slammed her purse on the counter and spun around on me.
“Li’l gal, I will choke yo’ skinny ass out with these triple X ass thongs. Ain’t nothing triple X about me except what I’ma do to your man tonight since you can’t appreciate him.”
“GiGi! GiGi!” a woman’s voice squeaked from behind us.
“Dang, GiGi! We can’t take you anywhere,” another voice complained.
I turned around to see two beautiful ladies rushing toward us. They were coming out of the plus-sized section, and one was dark-skinned and the other was light-skinned.
“Oh my gosh. What are you up here doing trying to fight people?” the light-skinned woman asked.
“I ain’t trying to do shit, but she’s trying GiGi’s patience today, sugar. She’s ’bout to have me mount that stallion she’s with and show him how GiGi get down. Teach her how to handle a man ’cause clearly she ain’t ’bout that life. Running your mouth when you need to be sucking him down!”
“GiGi!” both women shouted again.
“Wynter?” Deuce stated.
We all stopped and looked at him.
“Deuce? What are you doing here? Hey, boo.” The dark-skinned woman walked around the stanchion to hug him.
I reeled back slightly with a frown on my face.
“Mm-hmm. Look at old sourpuss face looking like she sucking a lemon when she should be sucking that man’s balls.”
“GiGi!” the light-skinned woman hissed again while I turned around and evil-eyed GiGi.
“I fight old folks and babies,” I threatened.
“Not today. Uh-uh. We’re not doing that. We’re family, boo,” the dark-skinned girl stated.
I lifted an eyebrow and looked between her and Deuce who was finding something funny as hell, but I sure as hell didn’t.
“Baby, calm down.” He kissed the nape of my neck and wrapped his arm possessively around my waist. “Ain’t nobody taking me from you, but GiGi is fine as hell.”
She smirked at me, and I pinched his arm.
“Ouch! Shit! Come on. For real. This is Wynter, Frost’s wife.”
I immediately felt shame flush my face. I loved Frost from the moment that he showed up to help me out the day I was kicked out of my place. He had visited the house a few times since, and he was always concerned about me. He often told me if I needed anything at all to just call him, and he’d followed through by giving me his phone number. He said that if Deuce ever nutted up that I should let him know, and he would beat his ass for me. I had the feeling that he was dead serious and not just talking.
“Ohmigosh. Are you for real?”
“Yep. That’s her sister, Autumn. She’s married to my boy October. The one I told you just received the contract to do the work on all the police cars.”
“Yeah, I do remember,” I replied sheepishly.
“And this is our grandmother, Vonda Maddox, who we affectionately call GiGi,” Wynter explained.
