My phone went off again, this time I frowned because it was like Estelle at all to blow up my phone especially if I didn’t answer the first time. I chuckled wryly before answering, it seemed like women had an intuition when another woman stepped on the scene.
“Yo.”
“Damn, King,” she sighed on the other end. “I been sitting here waiting for you to hit me back. I wanted a session tonight, but not too late since I have work early morning.”
“Can’t do it, Estelle. I’ll hit you another time.” I didn’t give her time to respond.
I pressed the end button then tucked my phone back into my pocket.
“You don’t want me entertaining another nigga in front of you, but you answering the phone for one of your hoes.”
“I’m not an entertainer.” My eyes roamed her body up and down.
“Whatever,” She waved her hand at me dismissively then stomped her sassy ass around. “I don’t even know why I’m here wasting my time with you. Just know I’m on whatever the fuck you on, playa.” She pursed her lips before snatching my dresser drawer open.
“You a woman, I’m a man… remember that shit.”
She stopped rummaging through my drawer to shoot me a nasty look.
“I wanted to give you a body massage but you fucking that up.” I continued.
“Doesn’t matter, I don’t need a massage from you when I can have Monty or somebody else give me one.” She stated evenly.
“Layloni?” My jaw ticked.
“Yea King?” she answered, already sounding irritated.
“Why the fuck you like to play childish ass games?” I asked, feeling that familiar frustration creep up my spine.
The last thing I wanted to do was argue with her fine ass, but her mouth was making that shit impossible.
She stood there in front of my dresser, digging through my drawer like she was looking for treasure instead of clothes.
“Close my damn drawer,” I demanded.
She kept standing there like she ain’t hear me, folding my clothes back wrong and shit.
Knowing damn well what I wanted.
“Stubborn ass,” I muttered under my breath. “Always got some slick shit to say.”
I nodded toward the bed.
“Go lay yo ass on yo stomach so I can rub you down, man.”
She turned around slowly, giving me that look. The one where her eyebrows lifted just a little and her lips twisted like she debated with arguing back with me.
“Now you want to rub me down.” She rolled her eyes.
“Yeah rub you down, tryna do something special for yo mean ass.”
She watched me, still skeptically.
“King… you don’t gotta?—”
“Lay yo ass down, Layloni.” My voice softened a little.
She studied my face for a second like she was trying to figure out if I was serious.
