“You finna stand there all day or shop?” Booda asked, grabbing hold of my hand to lead me further inside the store.
“Of course.” I grinned. “Don’t rush me.”
I started flipping through hangers, grabbing pieces here and there, and ten minutes later, my arms were already full.
“Try this on,” Booda said, pointing at a black dress on the rack beside me.
“That looks too tight.”
“That’s the point.”
“You just wanna see ass.”
“I always wanna yo’ see ass.” His gaze dropped, and he slowly dragged his tongue along his bottom lip before catching it between his teeth.
I shook my head, fighting a smile while snatching the dress off the rack.
By the time I came out of the fitting room, Booda was leaning against the wall waiting for me. The second his eyes landed on the dress, his entire expression changed.
“Yeah,” he said immediately. “Get that.”
I looked at myself in the mirror, turning from one side to the other to get a good look at myself. The dress hugged every curveI had. It was smooth and simple, but expensive enough to look dangerous.
“You staring at yourself hard as hell,” Booda teased.
“Shut up.”
“You miss being fine.”
“I always been fine.”
“Trust me, I know,” he agreed, watching me as I smoothed my hands down the sides of the dress before turning slightly.
“You don’t think this too much?”
“Nah.” His eyes dragged over me slowly. “I think every nigga see you in that gon’ be mad you with me.”
A group of girls passed behind us then, giggling loud enough to pull my attention. One of them looked over in our direction before leaning toward her friend and whispering something.
My expression hardened instantly, and when the girl noticed me looking, she quickly turned away.
“Bitch,” I growled, and Booda laughed under his breath.
“You about to start?”
“I don’t like people looking at what’s mine.”
“That’s cause you crazy.”
“And?”
“And I like it.”
I rolled my eyes again before disappearing back into the fitting room to change.
When I stepped back out, my phone buzzed again. It was another call from Giani. I didn’t really want to talk to her right now, so I stared at the screen for a few seconds, then said fuck it, and answered.
“What?” I spat, giving her a lot of attitude.
