“‘Preciate it.” I nodded, smoothly knocking her hand down. “Hope you enjoyed.”
“You know I did.” She smiled again since it had faded when I removed her hands from me. “If you want to go to the bathroom or the car, I can show you how much.”
That was how I met India, at one of the afterparties. She was on the same shit she was on now, only that time I took her up on her offer and let her suck me up in the bathroom of whatever club we were in that day. It was good enough for me to smash later that night and to keep going back. That was all it was though. I’d invite her to parties or my appearances when I wasn’t in the mood for anything new, but the shit was over with now. I wasn’t on none of that anymore.
“I’m cool, Lord. Just vibe and enjoy ya night. Y’all can fuck with any of the bottles you want.”
“You’re cool?” she drew her head back. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“That I don’t want no head or no pussy, baby.” I chuckled. “I made it clearer that time?”
“Youalwayswant head and pussy, Loco. When did that change?”
I ignored her ass because I felt like I’d already told her ass enough. If she wanted to act slow as if she couldn’t comprehend my words, I’d just let my actions do the talking for me. I wasn’t about to be doing no back and forth shit with a bitch that wasn’t mine.
I checked the time and saw that I’d been there a little over an hour. I also saw that Diamond had posted on her Pikz, so I quickly unlocked my phone to look at her shit. There was a carousel of random pictures of her sitting in front of a full body mirror. A nigga smiled the entire time I looked through her shit. I scrolled down some to read the caption and laughed to myself.
My boyfriend has such a pretty girlfriend. He’s blessed. Wow.
I commented first.
She forgot to mention I’m crazy too. For all the niggas in the comments.
Then I shared my favorite one of the bunch on my story captioning the shit with something that I knew would make her blush and talk shit to a nigga at the same time.
Finest woman I ever put my mouth on!
I knew she didn’t want the blogs and shit all in our business but fuck that. I wanted mothafuckas to know she was my girl, especially ones like the nigga that was in her space at that fair. They never knew Loco to have a girl, but mothafuckas for sure knew I’d put a nigga on their ass.
I was ready to talk to my girl and see her pretty ass, so I bounced. India was still worrying the shit out of me, but I continued moving because I was over talking to her and listening at her nag. If I wanted to do that, I’d piss my girl off or my mama or Porsh.
When I got back to my room it was a little after two in the morning. I smoked, showered, ate, then brushed my teeth before I got in bed to call Diamond. I knew she was gone talk shit because once I finished everything I was doing, it was going on three thirty.
“Makhai, I told you not to call if it was too late.” She complained as soon as she answered.
“You said baby girl normally get up at like four ain’t it?”
“Sometimes,” she countered. “I’m praying that tonight isn’t one of those nights.”
“Turn on ya LED lights so I can see you.”
“No, Makhai, I’m in bed and look busted.”
“Impossible.” I chuckled. “Finest woman in the fuckin’ world. How the fuck you gon’ be busted.”
“I have my moments.”
“Bitches would be lucky to look like you when you busted then. I’m sure.”
“Shut up.” She giggled, then asked, “What is going on? My phone hasn’t stopped going off.”
“Turn the lights on, Dime.”
“Makhai…”
“Let me see you.”
She scoffed, but I heard some movement before the pink lights in her room illuminated. Seconds later her beautiful face appeared in the camera.
