I laughed. “What? Okay. I’m coming down now.”
I was half-dressed in my Hawaiian-print bodysuit, a tube top I had made, so I put some shorts over it until I was ready to put on my jeans.
I ran down my spiral stairs and opened the door. Hurricane stood there in a black Nike Tech suit like it wasn’t eighty degreesat night. I figured he was going to do a drill or had just come from one because that was the only time my brother and his friends dressed down in black sweatsuits.
“You gon’ let a nigga in or just stare at me?” he asked with a slight frown on his face.
“My bad. I was checking you out, trying to see why you were dressed in black and not dressed to go to my party.” I rolled my eyes.
“I went to go handle some shit after the beach. I’ma go home and change when I leave here.” He looked around my foyer. “Mmm, you live good, huh?” He walked to my white suede sectional and flopped down.
“Yeah, of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?”
“You right… That nigga, Coast, make sure you want for nothing.”
I sat next to him and watched him spark his blunt. However, I was getting impatient and wasn’t trying to kick it with him at the moment.
“You know that nigga, Mula, don’t like you, right?” he uttered as he blew smoke from his nose.
I sighed. “That’s what you came over here for?”
“You said you was gon’ fuck with me, and you taking bets to kiss that nigga? Why you ain’t do it for me?” He glared at me. The possessive demeanor he gave off didn’t bother me because I was used to niggas like Hurricane in Southwave.
“It was just a dare, Hurricane, and I know Mula doesn’t like me. I don’t like him. That was why I did it. It would’ve been too obvious with my friends since I told them that we’re really feeling each other.”
“So you gon’ be my girl?” He smirked.
“You know that can’t happen. Didn’t you see how Coast just acted? You trying to get us killed?”
“Nah, and we can keep it low. Eventually, I’ll talk to that nigga though.” He passed his blunt to me.
“Please don’t do that. I don’t feel like going through drama.”
He snickered. “I won’t, with your scary ass. But lay down, let me eat that pussy before you leave.” He tried to lie me back, but I pushed him off me. Hurricane and I hadn’t been together sexually yet, but I knew the time had come. I was ready, but I had to leave the house.
“Not right now, I’m pressed for time. Come back to my house after the club. Then, we can take it all the way there.” I reached in to kiss his plump lips while I ran my hands through his long locs. Hurricane was sexy, and I didn’t mind having a nightcap with him.
“You lucky my phone blowing up, and I gotta get in the streets again. I’ll be at the club later, but that ass is mine at the end of the night. Remember what I said on the phone last night? I’ll drop all my hoes for you.”
“I remember,” I replied as he rubbed on my pussy through my body suit.
I walked Hurricane out and then quickly got dressed, then left the house in my new, cocaine white drop top Corvette that Coast had gotten me for my birthday. I turned up my music and lit the blunt that I had kept from Hurricane.
I raced the streets of Sable Cove, and I couldn’t get him off my mind. Hurricane was pushing up on me, and it had me a lil shook. However, his boldness had me curious about what he wanted from me. He had told me a lot of shit on the phone which had me interested in him, starting with wanting to put me on a pedestal, and make me his main girlfriend. He was talking marriage, babies, and some more shit that had me wondering if that was what I really wanted.
Coast would never approve of my relationship with Hurricane, so I was going to move around him when he brought up telling my brother.
I sighed.
It was hard dating in my city because Coast was cool with everybody. It wasn’t one nigga in Southwave and all of Sable Cove who wasn’t on his team. To make matters worse, all I liked was hood, thug ass, get money niggas. I stayed single and crept when I could, like I was going to do with Hurricane. I wished so bad it was Mula trying to get with me, but he was too much of a good nigga. So, Hurricane was the next best thing.
I pulled up to Club Velvet South and went straight to the valet. It was a lil hood luxury beach front club in the heart of Southwave. My peoples greeted me with gifts and money before I could even get out. The driver finally took my car, and I went inside with my crew.
The time seemed to move fast once I was in the club. I was getting my models ready, but I didn’t want to launch until my brother showed up. When I took my phone out to call him, I had a text from Mula. I thought he was letting me know that he was on the way, but his text shook my soul.
Mula: He’s gone, Yummi.
Me: Who?
