“Hey, Dre,” she greeted with a smile while leaning in for a hug.
Dre returned the favor, leaning down to embrace her small frame. “What’s good, Simone?”
“Not much. Hey, Heavy,” Simone acknowledged him, letting her eyes linger longer than what was considered appropriate.
Heavy chucked his head upward, knowing what type of time she was on.Bopping ass, he thought, and Dre smirked. Simone focused her attention back on him.
“I didn’t know you were here.”
“Yeah, been here for a lil’ minute. Who you here with?”
Simone glanced down the hall where her crew was buying cupcakes from a little girl. “My sister and cousin. Y’all should pull up on us later.”
Her suggestion sounded good, but Dre already had plans. He didn’t let her know that, though.
“That’s a bet. Hit my line later,” he told her.
Simone smiled. “Sure thing.” Her attention flicked back to Heavy one more time before she turned and walked off down the hall.
Their eyes were glued to her bubble-shaped ass. The way it bounced in the jeans shorts she had on made them shake their heads, before looking at one another and chuckling.
“She was gon’ eye-fuck you right up out yo’ drawls like a hoe,” Dre cracked.
“Hell nah. She cool, but her sister finer,” Heavy complimented.
Dre’s head shifted, glancing down the hall where Simone and her sister stood. “Shit, they both some heat. Not colder than lil’ baby who on my line, though,” he said, cheesing.
“Smitten ass.”
“Gotta be. She gotta nigga bouta pull up on her right quick,” Dre expressed, typing out a text.
“Tell her to swing through here. She ain’t doing shit.”
“We might swing back up here later. She just dropped her kids off with her people for the night.”
“And look at you.” Heavy chuckled. “Can’t wait to get to the pussy and eat up all their snacks.”
“I ain’t buy em’. Might as well,” Dre said, laughing. “I’ll hit yo’ line before we leave the crib. Sky mentioned some party at the club later. You trying to slide through?”
The club scene wasn’t his thing, but Heavy figured he could fuck with it for the sake of celebrating.
“Yeah, we can.”
“A’ight bet. This her right here,” he said, before answering his phone. “Yes ma’am? I’m on the way.”
Heavy smirked, listening to his boy cupcaking. It was rare for him to take a woman seriously, so he was sure whoever the woman on the phone was, had only captured his interest for the month.
“Be safe, cuz,” Heavy told him as they slapped hands.
“Fasho. Tell Mama Dot to save me a slice of strawberry cake. Yeah, hello?”
While Heavy went to search for Mr. Joe, Dre headed toward the exit, getting stopped a few times before he finally made it outside. He squinted, blocking the sun out of his eyes as he maneuvered to his ride. The woman on the phone couldn’t wait to see him, and it was evident through her tone.
“You told me you were going to be here three hours ago, Drevonte,” she whined, dragging out his government name.
Dre smirked. “Don’t start all that whining, Shantrease. Since we calling people their real names and shit. I’ma be there in a minute.”
“But I love your real name.”
