I dismissed myself out the double doors just as they started to serve food to the guests. I peeped that some of the pizza they were serving had bacon, some had ham, and some had pork, so I already had my eyes on the cheese pizza. That and the funnel cakes, of course.
When I stepped out of the front door, I jogged over to my car, passing up a car I thought I was going to have to up my gun on because they were just sitting there. After staring through the windshield, I saw the pink bags in the backseat which let me know that they were here for the party, so I relaxed. Something I never get to do and have never done since the day Allah gave me life.
Being the last Quatar in NewYork wasn't easy, but shid, somebody has to do it.
Chapter 2
Jasmine
“Baby, I have to go inside.”
I tried opening the car door to get out, but it was pointless with the way Trey was acting. This nigga was pulling me back by my belt loops, physically trying to restrain me to stay in the car. He always had to control my every move like we were married. Sometimes I liked the controlling shit and other times I didn’t. Shit, when I think about it, I only liked him telling me what to do in the bedroom. Anywhere outside of there just made it feel like he was treating me like a child.
“So, you’re really not going to stay out here and give me some head, Jas? Just a little sample of what is supposed to belong to me?”
“Belong to you? Trey, what about your baby mama that I had to beat up at Foxy’s just a couple of weeks ago? Let’s talk about that!”
“Here the fuck you go again with that shit Jas. Damn.”
Trey rubbed his hand over the waves that flooded the top of his head.
Trey was brown skinned, averaged height, and he was slanging dope throughout Brooklyn in areas that didn’t belong to my brother or Hov. Since they backed off the drug game, thatopened up a lot of the streets to niggas who were scared to sell back in the day. With them out and the entire Quatar family dead, niggas were making money who never had money before.
I met Trey a few months ago outside of a bodega, of all places. I was sucking down a Fanta strawberry when he asked for some, and I told his ass to go inside and get his own. He insisted on having mine because he said he would much rather drink out of a bottle my lips had touched. His approach was corny, but he was cute, so I stood there talking to him longer than I probably should have. He convinced me to go out on a date with him that next weekend, and the date was a section at a club, but it was fun. We enjoyed ourselves, and I gave it up to that nigga the same night.
Ever since then, I’d been forced to deal with toxicity because of the perks of dating him. Hoeing obviously wasn’t working for me, and I refuse to not have a man at all by the time I’m my mother’s age. If my brother can settle down, then so can I. That's why having a half of a man was better to me than having no man at all.
“See what I’m saying. You're always telling me what to do, Trey, but you can’t even explain to me why your baby mama is so fuckin pressed about you, still!”
“Look, don’t bring that up anymore, Jasmine. That shit is old now, and I’m starting to think you don’t want to move on. You say you whooped her ass, but you acting like you lost the fight or some shit. Only bitches who lose be so pressed.”
I wanted to smack this nigga upside his shit. I have put my hands on a few bitches, but I’ve slapped so many niggas I can’t even count. The only man I never put my hands on was Hov back when we were sneaking and creeping. I feel like had I slapped that nigga, my body would've been slapping against acold morgue table.Some men you can touch, and some you just know not to.
“I tell you what, your bad built baby mama better be glad my brother wasn’t at the club that night because he would’ve shot her in her head for talking about my mama and her being blind. That bitch funeral would’ve been last weekend, so that ass whooping I gave her will forever be on my mind because she deserved more.”
Trey blew out smoke while shaking his head. He knew it was the fuckin truth.
I was bringing up Crewshon when I hadn’t even told him about the situation because I didn’t want to hear his mouth. After all, he had constantly told me to stay out of the clubs now, especially since he wasn’t on the scene to protect me anymore.
“Fuck all that irrelevant shit, are you not going to do that for me? You know I may have to turn myself in for a couple of months in a few weeks after I see the judge, so I’m trying to get all the pussy I can get, while I can.”
“Trey, we will get to that soon enough, but I really need to get inside this party. My son came up here with my mama, and I don’t want to miss any more of my niece’s party. You know she’s my heart.”
“Yeah, I know,” he leaned against the driver’s door like he had an attitude.
“Why are you acting like we didn’t fuck all last night and this morning. I got a babysitter to come spend time with you last night.”
“And, you act like you hadn’t been depriving a nigga of affection the past couple of weeks. Then you wonder why I stillend up back at Olivia's spot from time to time.” He mumbled under his breath.
That shit pissed me off, and I pushed him upside his head, knocking him into the window.
“What the fuck, Jas! Why do you do that shit?” He held the side of his head.
“Because you are always bringing up that nest hair ass bitch to me, and I’m sick of it.”
“So, you don’t bring up your baby daddy to me? Reggie this, Reggie that. Fuck ass nigga name stay in my ear.” He tore up his face while mocking my voice.
“I may talk about Reggie because of my son Trey, but I don’t bring up fucking him! That’s the type of shit you do. But whatever, Trey. I’m about to grab my gifts and get the fuck away from your disrespectful ass!”
