“And I said no.” Her little ass went off.
I was about to say something back but my mother said, “Makhai, stop, sheisdealing with something traumatic.”
“Who the fuck is that?” Diamond snapped. “I know you’re not sharing my business with any of your hoes, nigga.”
“Of course not. That’s my mama.”
“Oh my G—” the line went dead before she could finish her sentence letting me know that she’d hung up.
I wasn’t going to do it right away because she did have her shit going on, but I was gon’ for sure check her ass about hanging the fuck up on me. I played about a lot of shit but disrespect wasn’t one of those things.
I reached for the dash to dial her number back, and when she answered her tone was completely different.
“I cannot stand you. I hope you know that.”
“I ain’t even do nothin’.” I laughed. “You was too busy runnin’ ya mouth and havin’ that nasty attitude, I couldn’t put you up on game.”
“Can she still hear me?”
“I can,” my mother answered and smiled.
“I am so sorry about that. Your son stresses me out, and on top of that I’m dealing with some family stuff…”
“No apology necessary, baby. I know my child.” My mother chuckled. “Is it okay if we come by? I was the one that told him to ask you.”
Diamond was quiet for a few seconds before agreeing, letting us know she’d meet us in the parking garage because she didn’t want to deal with a bunch of people. I knew that was code for not wanting to deal with fans bombarding us. I felt it because the shit definitely got on my nerves, but she wasn’t gon’ be hiding me from the public and shit for too long.
I called to let her know we were downstairs once I’d parked, then I got out to wait for her to come down. I had my mama wait in the car because it was hot as shit, and in case we were spotted I didn’t want anyone running up on her. I’d had my run ins with the media and paparazzi, but there would be hell to pay if something happened to my dukes while we were out.
I spotted Diamond’s little ass strutting across the parking garage, so I went to meet her. Not being able to resist, I pulled her into my embrace when she was close. Surprisingly, she let me. It could have been because my mother was not too far away, more than likely watching, but I didn’t care. I was glad she allowed me to be in her space.
“Who the fuck you hangin’ up on and shit?” I peered down at her pretty ass.
She’d been home at some point because she changed her clothes and slicked her hair down. She looked good as hell in just some leggings and an oversized shirt with her pretty ass toes ondisplay in her sandals. It made no sense how effortlessly bad she was.
“Boy, get off of me.” She smiled and nudged me away. “I amstillgoing to curse you out for having me on speaker with your mom in the car with you.”
“Need to watch ya mouth.”
“Whatever. What are you doing here anyway? And you brought your mom?” she whispered as if my mama could hear us.
“Yeah, I needed her help with something, but she wanted to meet my future wife.”
“Negro, you wish.” She playfully rolled her eyes.
“I do for real.” I smirked. “But naw, I told her about ya situation and how I wanted to help, but she wanted to meet you first to make sure everything was straight.”
“How are you trying to help exactly, Makhai?” She looked up at me.
I easily got lost in her brown eyes. Even though she was obviously dealing with a lot, they were still bright as hell. I was glad to see she was holding up well.
“Just getting a few things for you and baby girl. I wasn’t gon’ have nowhere to take the shit because you ain’t gave me a key yet.”
She scoffed. “You willneverget a key to my house, fool. Move.”
She playfully pushed me out of the way and walked toward my ride. I turned around just in time to enjoy the view too. That ass was moving like water. She was a small ass woman, but she had the perfect amount of everything making it easy to visualize how I planned to have my way with her.
I hustled to catch up with her when she made it to my ride. Stepping around her, I pulled the passenger door open so that my mother could get out then made introductions.
