“Where your cousin at?” he asked me, and I found myself smiling because I knew who this nigga was talking about, but I was going to play dumb and pretend that I didn’t know.
He was questioning me about Riot. The same way that Riot was questioning me about him, here he goes, doing it too.
“Which cousin?” I asked, playing dumb.
“The little one. Riot,” you could tell it took a lot for him to ask me about her.
Like I said, I didn’t know Dolo personally, but nothing about him gave that he’s ever been the kind of dude to go around checking for a woman. His life just gave that he was the kind of dude where all the women would be checking for him, flocking to him, wanting to be the one that gets chosen.
“She home. Riot not a people person. She don’t really do the whole club thing. The last time that I took her to the club with me, she got into a fight in the restroom, and her ass went to jail,” I voiced, and he hung onto my every word, looking me in my eyes, as if it made his night that he was hearing me talk about Riot to him.
“They told me that she work for Gold,” he said.
This was the most that me, and Dolo had ever spoken to each other. Normally, when he came into the club, and I would have his section, we really only talked about the shit that he wanted to eat, or the bottles that he wanted to put in. It was never anything personal like this.
“She was before she got locked up. I don’t know if she is anymore. She won’t tell me what happened, but I feel like the nigga might have let her go because she’s been in a fucked-up mood for days now. Riot going to be good though. She’s a hustler at heart,” I assured him.
“Aight. You ain’t gotta tell her that I asked about her. I don’t need her thinking that I’m sweating her and shit,” he said, and I just laughed, lied to him and told him that I wouldn’t tell her, and then I walked away.
As soon as I got my ass home, I was going to tell Riot that Dolo was checking for her. Knowing Riot, she was going to pretend that she didn’t give a damn, but on the inside, it might make her a little happy. Riot didn’t have any experience like that with niggas. She was mean to all of them. She’s never confided in me to even tell me that she thought a boy was cute. The most she’s ever done was question me the other day about Dolo. I knew my cousin wasn’t into girls, though. She could hardly tolerate a bitch in her space, so I knew that she wouldn’t go as far as liking one.
I could see Dolo, and Riot being something. Just from being around him in the club, and what I knew about him, it’s like he was the male version of Riot. I don’t know if this was making me delusional, but I could see something coming from the two of them.
Chapter 8
Dominque ‘Dolo’ Shaw
“What were you and Ari talking about the other night in the section? I feel like she was in your face for a little minute,” Jazelle said, walking out of her bathroom, and over to me. She wasn’t wearing any clothes.
Her body was still wet from the shower that she’d just taken. She hit me earlier, asking me if I could come over later tonight after she finished with the gym, and I told her I would. I’ve been grinding so much these days, putting a lot of work in, that I haven’t had the time to bust a good nut, so here I was, at her place, knowing that she was going to get me right like she always did.
“We wasn’t talking about shit,” I said, turning my head, so that I could follow her, as she walked over to me, and once she was in front of me, I leaned back a little bit, wanting to fully take her in.
I was sitting down in the ottoman that was right in front of her king-sized bed. My shoes were off because I left them by the door when I walked in. I was in my socks, some gray joggers, anda white tee. My dick jumped a little bit in my briefs once my eyes saw the beautiful piece of art that was before me. You could tell that the work she was putting in at the gym was paying off. Her titties sat up nicely, her waist was small, and her ass was so fat. She still had her blonde wig on, but Jazelle knew how to touch up her hair, so that shit looked good on her.
I usually don’t like the wig look. A woman will be quick to call a nigga sassy for saying this, but I hated seeing that screen door lace shit sitting on a woman’s forehead. To me, that shit was ugly as fuck. I would rather a woman wear some kind of leave out style. I fucked with the leave- outs. That shit was sexy as fuck, especially when they had the stylist put those big, bouncy curls in it. I was a simple man. Wigs, long eye lashes, and a face full of make-up didn’t impress me. I liked my bitch naturally pretty. Naturally fine bitches has always been what I was attracted to.
“You don’t have to lie to me Dolo. You make sure that you constantly remind me that I’m not your bitch, and that we just fuck around. If that’s the case, then just tell me what you and Ari were talking about. I’m not going to get mad about it,” her ass lied, knowing damn well that she would get mad.
I loved fuckin Jazelle, and getting my dick ate up by her because no other woman could do that shit like her, but it came with a motha fuckin headache. She would often pretend that she understood that the two of us had an understanding, but every time I would get around her, she would constantly be trying to check me about some shit that she saw, or something that she heard me do.
“I’m not worried about if you get mad or not, love. That’s the least of my worries. I’m just a grown man, and I don’t have to sit here, and run down to you what I was talking to another female about,” you could hear it in my voice that I was getting agitated with her.
I used to feel like the bullshit that I would put up with from Jazelle would be worth the nut, but she was about to lose me. When I pulled up on her, I was just trying to fuck and go on about my day. She was going to fuck around, and make shit tricky, having it where I don’t come over anymore.
“That’s because you probably want to fuck that bitch, and that’s why you won’t tell me,” she fussed, and I stood up because that was my cue to dip.
“I’m out. That pussy good, but it ain’t worth the motha fuckin headache. You know the kind of nigga that I am, yo. If I was trying to fuck Ari, I would have told you that. That ain’t what the fuck I was talking to her about. Why the fuck I gotta sit here, and keep explaining that shit to you for? You trippin!” I snapped, ready to walk past her, but she grabbed my arm, in an attempt to stop me from walking away.
“Okay. Okay, Dolo don’t leave. That’s just not a good feeling knowing that all these hoes be in your face, wanting to fuck you,” she voiced.
“Ari don’t want to fuck me though. Ari cool people. She get me and my niggas right every time we pull up at the club. Ima head out. My dick ain’t even hard no more. Watch out,” I snatched my arm away from her, so that I could get out of her room.
She sucked her teeth, and I could hear her mumbling shit up under her breath, as I was leaving the room. I went over to my shoes that were by the front door, and as I was stepping into them, she came from the back, but this time, she was in a silk robe. There was a look of disappointment in her face as she tied the strings in the front, walking over to me, and looking up at me.
“So, you’re really going to go?” she asked me.
“Yeah man. You doing too much. I don’t do all that back, and forth shit, getting accused of some shit that I know I’m not outhere doing. I told you what it was between me and Ari, yet you still chose to believe what you wanted to. I’ll holla at you the next time,” I said, barely getting my shoes on fast enough before I was reaching for the door handle, and I was getting the fuck on.
