“Handle your business. I gotta upload some promo shit anyway and make some calls.”
She nodded and got up. “Don’t call your hoes in my house.”
“You the only hoe I’m tryna have, baby, so chill out.” I said then laughed when she clocked me with one of her pillows.
I promised her to keep an eye on the baby and call for her if she wakes up before she disappeared down the hall. I went to upload my promo on all of my social media platforms and killed my notifications as well because I didn’t want them flooding my phone while I was chilling.
When I was done with that, I called my cousin. She still wasn’t fucking with me since I ran down on her and Chino in the club, but I ain’t give a fuck about all that. I’d let her have an attitude for long enough.
“What, Makhai?” she snapped as soon as she answered.
“Ay, take some of that bass and attitude out ya fuckin’ voice, Lord.”
“What do you want, Makhai?” she asked, much calmer, but I her little ass had rolled her eyes.
“I need you to do me a favor.”
“Why would I do you a favor while I’m mad at you?”
“You mad for nothing, Porsh.” I chuckled. “But we ain’t even gettin’ into all that shit. I need you to cook for me.”
“You paying?”
“Damn, Lord, it’s like that?” I grinned.
“It is,” she answered. “And whatever I usually charge, I’m doubling it since you embarrassed me.”
“My nigga,” I laughed. “After all the shit I do for yo’ spoiled ass, you can’t do me a solid.”
“I’m willing to do you a solid, just not for free.”
“Aight, Lord, I got it.”
“I know you do. But cook what? And when?”
“Prolly this weekend, and it don’t matter. I’m just tryna set some nice shit up…”
“For a woman?”
“Naw, for some niggas.” I frowned. “What you think, Lord?”
“Oh my God, you have a girlfriend?!” she asked excitedly. “Who? Do I know her?”
“Relax, Porsh. Damn.” I chuckled.
“Who is it, Makhai?”
“You don’t know her cuz, but you will soon,” I let her know. “I need you to come to my crib this weekend and hook some shit up for me. You can send me an Apple Pay request for the cost of the food and whatever you charging a nigga.”
“I hope she’s not a hood rat or one of the scandalous women I’ve seen you with before,” she said ignoring everything I’d just told her ass. “Please tell me it’s not that India hoe.”
“Come on, Lord, you know better.”
“Good. I guess I can cook for you though, but only because I want to meet her.”
“Naw, you not meeting her yet. I need to make shit official first.”
“But—”
