“And? What that got to do with anything?” I gripped her chin and brought her lips to mine. “Hmm?” I dipped my tongue into her mouth.
“Umm umm, Face,” she whined, after breaking the kiss. “You
tripping.” She whispered, as her eyes shifted to Soya who was staring at us unblinkingly.
“Then let’s go to your room. And talk.”
She sighed, before standing to her feet. “Come on.” She grabbed my hand, helping me stand.
I was grinning harder than a muthafucka, as I let her guide me to her bedroom. And just like the rest of the place, the bedroom was decorated nicely. In hot pink, black, and gold. A hot pink and gold swing seat hung from the ceiling. A black bookshelf that was loaded with books, and another lined with high end perfumes. The gold canopy framed bed was fire. With the hot pink sheer drapery and lights, it gave a soft, dreamy feel. Underneath the 65’ TV there was another electric fireplace. The main accent wall behind the bed was black and gold abstract designs, giving the room a girly contemporary vibe.
The girl could’ve literally been an interior designer, as that room looked so far removed from anything considered low income. But the room was also very telling. Several pairs of designer shoes were on a shoe rack on the floor. Everything from Louie to Prada. So, Babi was clearly living there to beat the system. Cause I would bet my last dollar that she had a little bread put up. And had the talent to be doing celebrities’ hair.
All that meant that she was with the wrong nigga. All this talent was just lost in the hood, while she was holding down a nigga who was headed nowhere fast. If the nigga had half a brain, then he would’ve been flipping his money, and investing in his woman.
There was no way that Babi shouldn’t have a salon of her own. Or even a interior design company. I would’ve exploited the fuck out of her talents, ensuring that she could make her own money on a larger scale. If that’s what she wanted to do.Cause she honestly wouldn’t have to work, if I had her like I wanted her.
“Thisroomisnextlevel,”Iacknowledged,whileglancing around.
“Thank you. But what’s going on, Face? Why you do all that in front of my family?”
“All what?” I leaned my head.
She sighed, and ran her hand over her hair. “The kissing, and pulling me onto your lap. Do you know how that looks?”
“Yeah, it looks like I was being affectionate with my woman.” She laughed. “You are really fucking crazy, you know that?” “So I’ve been told.”
She gazed up at me. “I can’t do this with you.” “And why not?”
“Cause, Face,” she whined. “I got a man, and you’re disrupting the order of things. I can’t talk to him freely. You don’t respect my boundaries. It’s just a matter of time before something gets back to him. And I can’t have that.”
“Then y’all might as well break up,” I surmised.
“Huh?” Her pretty face frowned in confusion. “How the hell did you arrive at that?”
“Cause you cheating on him. Now the foundation is fucked up. And it really aint no way to make it right. Cause I aint going nowhere. You should’ve never let me feel the pussy. This shit is a wrap.”
“Youaintgoingnowhere?Doyouhearyourself?”
“Yeah, I do. How the hell can you pretend like that pussy aint mine, and you just swallowed all my babies in the wee hours of the morning, Babi? You aint makingsense. We done soul tiedand shit.”
She smiled, and shook her head. “I see that you full of jokes.” “Nah. Aint nobody playing with you. But I get it. This is fresh
and you probably think that I’m losing my mind. But this shit came to me in my dreams. Right before I met you. You gon be my wife.”
“Your wife, Face?” She squinted. “Yeah. My wife, Babi.”
“And where is Too Low gonna be while you’re making me your wife?”
I shrugged. “The hell if I know. Probably somewhere crying his self to sleep. I can’t call it. Nigga, should’ve stayed out of jail. Or moved you far away to another city. Cause as long as you was in Houston, then I was destined to find you.”
“No.” She shook her head. “You’re using some strong ass language, when not everybody plays like that. I been with that man for most of my life, Face.”
“I understand that, and you gone always remember those times. But it’s a new era. That’s old.”
“You tripping,” she sighed.
I peered around. “Go ‘head and grab some clothes, so we can head to the house.”
