“Will do.”
The crowd poured into the club. Hadn’t even been here two hours and it was wall-to-wall mothafuckas. People wanted to take pictures and get a nigga on the mic all night. It was about Eris, and I made sure to stand on that.
“Take care of our girl, Rayzor!” Suki shouted.
“Don’t make us come find you,” Rhea threatened.
I threw my head back, knowing they didn’t know shit, but I appreciated them looking out for her. With my hand on Eris’ waist, we walked side-by-side out through the back of the building. I wanted to get out of here clean without mothafuckas stopping me every second.
Eris and I had been chopping it up all night and I wanted to see what else she was talking about.
Helping her into the truck, I got another look at her ass. Eris was thick in the right places. Her dress revealed slightly but left enough to the imagination. Classy type shit.
She wasn’t like most of the girls tonight. Yeah, she cheered from the seats, but she also had something about her. That shit had me at first glance. I knew I had to have her.
Her smile took a mothafucka’s soul. It was a couple times during the fight I glanced at her to keep me going. I was gone get that nigga, but her presence unknowingly made that happened.
She sat quietly, gazing out the window. Liquor likely getting the best of her, but she was holding her own.
“You say you a dental hygienist?”
“Yep.” She smiled, taking pride in her career.
I nodded. “How long?”
“A couple of years.”
“That must be how you got them pretty ass teeth.”
She shrugged. “Maybe.”
“That’s your name now.Pretty Teeth.”
She giggled.
“What you do for fun?” I asked.
“Honestly.” She paused. “When I’m not working, I hang with my girls, but I’m mainly in the house raising my son and sister.”
I leaned against the door. “You got a kid?”
She playfully rolled her eyes. “Yes. Four going on forty.” She giggled.
“You with his pops?”
“We don’t even share the same air,” she spat.
“He’s dead?”
“Worse… alive.”
I didn’t ask deeper. Her body language told me everything about their relationship. I wanted to check the temp, making sure she wasn’t still fucking that nigga. She wasn’t my bitch, butI didn’t want to get her back to the crib then she starts moving funny and venting about that nigga off that liquor.
We made it back to my hotel. The streets were still alive, but we were able to make it to the top floor without people stopping me and shit. I’ve seen enough mothafuckas for the day and just wanted to be on some chill shit.
She stood in the window, taking in the view of the city. “This is beautiful,” she complimented, hugging herself.
I poured a few drinks. “Yeah. I fuck with it.” I went to stand behind her.
