“Kabria,” she hissed, glaring back at her before she looked at me and smiled. “I’m sorry. She’s drunk.”
“It’s cool,” I smiled. “I’m twisted myself.” I admitted, running a hand across my fade. “What y’all about to get into?”
“Nothing at all. I’m going home.”
“Word. You want some company?” I smirked.
She did the same, crossing her arms in front of her. “You seem to have your hands full tonight.” She chucked her head toward the car. “I saw you come out of the club with someone.”
“I’ll get that hoe up outta there for your fine ass though. You look like your pussy better than hers anyway.” I admitted.
She scoffed, dropping her arms and her smile. “I’m sure thatusuallyworks for you, but I’m afraid you have the wrong woman tonight, sweetheart. You have to do more than be a superstar rapper and attractive to get a rise out of me. I think you should stick to the company you’re used to.”
She turned and got ready to walk away, but I quickly caught her hand to stop her. She turned to look at me, pulling her hand away. I smirked, looking her over, slipping my hands into my pocket.
“At least let a nigga get your number,” I said and she chuckled.
“For me to have to turn around and block you when you say some more goofy shit? No thank you.”
“Damn, it’s like that?” I grinned.
Had she been anybody else talking as recklessly to me as she was, her ass would be scooping her teeth up off the ground, but she was fine as fuck and the only woman to mesmerize me, so she got a pass.
“Aight, my bad about that. Give me your number so I can make it up to you.”
She eyed me momentarily then said, “I’ll give you my Pikz handle.”
“Got damn, Lord, you’re a tough cookie ain’t it.”
She shrugged. “After what you just said and the fact that you have a woman in your car mugging me, be glad I offered that.”
Chuckling, I pulled my phone from my pocket and handed it to her so that she could give me her shit. I watched her key in her information then follow herself before she handed my phone back to me.
“Goodnight, Loco.”
“Makhai,” I corrected. “I’m gon’ hit you soon, and don’t be tryna curve a nigga when I try to make it up to you either.”
“Goodnight,Makhai,” she repeated, but with my real name this time.
“Goodnight, beautiful.” I began to trek backwards while smiling at her.
I finally turned around fully, sliding in the car when the driver opened the door for me.
“Who was she?” Ol’ girl asked as soon as the door was closed.
“Don’t worry about it.” I quipped, then asked, “You got a MyChart?”
“Um, yes, why?”
“Let me see the shit.” I wanted to get some head from her, but I needed to make sure she didn’t have herpes or no shit before that happened.
Her brows were furrowed as she looked at me. She realized quickly how serious I was because I’d told the nigga to stop the car. Her ass was gon’ get out right where we were if she didn’t hustle. Quickly, she fished her phone from her purse then logged into her MyChart. I thumbed through the shit, checking results and the dates. She’d just gone to the doctor a few days ago, so herresults were recent. I nodded in satisfaction before giving her the phone back.
“Aight we good.” I told the driver then let up the privacy screen so she could do her thing. I shot the driver a text to take me to a telly close by so I could hit. I let him know I didn’t need anything luxurious, just somewhere to hit then I’d go back to my room.
Ol’ girl lucked up because she was in for a good time tonight. A nigga was feeling good as fuck after having just met the girl of my mothafuckin’ dreams. I was gon’ put on a performance tonight because I couldn’t get her pretty ass off my mind.
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