“Girl, it sound like all a nigga gotta do is recite you a haiku and you give up the pussy,” Lauryn joked.
Snickers bubbled through our mouths, including Brielle’s. “Shut up!”
“I’m the complete opposite! Give me a nigga that’s gon’ dog this pussy out, okay? I don’t want no hugs and kisses all the time, I just want a tall, hard-working, strong ass, pussy slaying nigga!” Lauryn declared.
“Amen to that!” I said, giving her a high-five.
“So, what you saying is Donovan’s baldheaded, light-skinned ass be havin’ you crawlin’ up the walls every night, huh?” Shauna asked Lauryn.
“You muh’fuckin’ right,” Lauryn boasted. “And you leave my baldheaded, fine ass nigga alone,” she mocked.
I shrugged. “Y’all lucky y’all all got somebody because there’s really nothing out here. Not that I’m looking, but I’m just saying.”
“So things are done, done with you and Omar?” Brielle asked.
I bobbed my head. “Stick a fork in that shit.”
“So, what happened with that?” Brielle asked.
“Yeah, I don’t think I ever got the full story either,” Shauna said, eyeing me and bunching her arms up against her size DD-chest.
I shook my head. “There’s literally nothing to tell. One day shit was good and the next day it wasn’t. He packed his shit and he left, and I haven’t heard from him since,” I told them.
Shauna and Brielle looked at each other, silently trying to figure out which one was going to call me out on my bullshit. Instead, they turned back to me and shook their heads.
“Niggas,” Shauna said, crossing her elongated legs.
“Mmm, you should’ve been left that nigga. He was probably gay anyway. Where was he from again? Georgia?” Brielle quizzed.
“Guess I’m loyal to a fault. And no. He’s from Florida,” I corrected her.
Brielle smacked her rose pink lips. “Mmm, yeah, no. You need you a nigga that’s born and bred on the West Coast. No more East Coast niggas for you, okay?”
“How are things going with you and Hendrix?” Lauryn blurted out, throwing me for a loop.
Fuck, I thought. Just when I thought I’d made it through the entire boat ride scot free, she brought him up. I couldn’t dare tell them about the embarrassing moment I’d had with him the day prior. We hadn’t said more than a couple words to each other since his sly remark.
That’s the second time this week you’ve blamed me for getting you wet.
I shook my head, trying to push his voice out of my head long enough to figure out a response that wouldn’t prompt more questions from my nosey ass friends. “There’s nothing going on. He stays on his side, and I stay on mine. End of story.”
Shauna tilted her head while eyeing me. “Mmm, you sound angry.”
Brielle chimed in. “I’d have to agree with Shauna’s statement. You sitting over there with a million-dollar dick under the same roof as you and you mad? Girl, you crazy as hell!”
“Crazy as fuck!” Shauna added before high-fiving Brielle and laughing.
“I heard his dick so big, bitches call himThe Womb Raider. But as far as we know, no kids, right?” Brielle quizzed, spilling and fishing for the tea at the same time.
“Nope, no kids,” Lauryn confirmed.
“So, that’s even more of a plus. No baby mama drama!”
“You mean no NBA baby mama drama. You know them bitches are extra as fuck. Don’t act like you ain’t never watchBasketball Wives!” Shauna stated.
“First of all, I don’t care about what he’s got between his legs or if he’s got some kids because I just got rid of one nigga. What makes y’all think I want to deal with another one?” I quizzed them.
“Everybody ain’t healthy for you, girl. As much as it sucks, it’s the reality of the shit. But Hendrix…he could be the antidote. That’s all I’m saying. Besides, you know you used to like that boy,” Lauryn said in a convincing voice.
