Stripping naked, I sauntered inside my bathroom, tossed the towel in the trash then turned the shower water on and took care of my hygiene. Since Nya wanted her makeup done, I did my skincare routine before brushing my teeth and slid on my robe, so I wouldn't mess up my outfit from doing her makeup. When I trotted inside the bedroom, she was knocked out cold with her mouth open, snoring louder than the volume on the television.
Leaving her be for a minute, I went inside the kitchen to whip something up, so we wouldn't be pregaming on empty stomachs. I hooked up a quick chicken bacon ranch flatbread pizza, then prepared our drinks with my Bartesian, along with some soft serve margaritas. Between the two of us, Nya likes hard drinks, but I prefer a cute mixed drink that won't make my chest burn going down. Aside from making pussy plays, I'm really good at cooking and making drinks.
When everything was plated and pretty to my liking, I took a few snapshots and posted them on my various social media sites. Nya would always try to push me to make food content too, along with A Day In My Life, but I wasn't that interested to the point where people would want to see me, so I downplayed that type of content for a while before swallowing the courage to make content-worthy posts and the girls were eating it up and loving it.
"Wake up sleepy head," I nudged her, making her stir awake.
She darted her eyes open, doing that thing when people look around the room, like they have no idea where they are, before settling into the environment. Rubbing her gray eyes, they settled on me after she darted them open again once more.
"I didn't even mean to fall asleep," she stated.
"I cooked us something to eat and made us some drinks," I mentioned.
"I smell it. It smells good."
"C'mon so I can do your makeup and stuff."
We sat on my island chairs and stuffed our faces. I would've thought Nya hadn't eaten anything at all today the way she kept moaning in my damn ear and gulping her drink.
"How'd you feel if I left you hanging tonight?" She mentioned, making me roll my eyes.
"I wouldn't give a fuck either way, Nya, you do this shit all the time," I retorted, gulping down the last bit of my peach bellini after biting into more pizza.
She scoffed, like I was lying on her. "No I do not!"
"Yes you do!" I mocked her voice. "I'm so used to your bullshit, that I look forward to it. You leave me for dick every time," I stated, switching my voice back to normal.
"He seems like such a nice guy though and he'll be at the release party,” she mentioned as if that would change anything.
I scoffed, and waved my hand in midair at her antics. "Nya how many times have I heard that before? Then I get a phone call from you to vent about how he had fucked up. Where'd you meet this nigga at anyway?"
Her eyes turned into slits before she said, "I don't like how you just clocked my tea."
"Well, somebody has to."
"He did some work on my Jeep. The guy who installed my new touch screen."
I shook my head. Nya is very free-spirited, which is a good thing, but I'm afraid that one day she'll get caught up and the odds won't work out in her favor. She plays it so dirty, and she's so bold with it. I mean yeah, I'm all for milking a nigga out of some money, but Nya has a whole system that works for her and it's like a second job.
From the sounds of it, she meets some decent men, but I don't think there's a nigga out there who can tame and get her to be a one-man woman. I done seen her fuck another nigga in another nigga's face before, and his pussy ass ain't do shit about it. She never called them her boyfriend, we gave them nicknames, just in case she was on the phone with me and they were mentioned, like mechanic, or iPhone, or Xfinity. It'd fit better in a sentence to keep her from getting caught up verbally and their job matched their description, so it was a win-win. Nonetheless, she was ditching me for a nigga she wouldn't take serious no way.
"I don't even want to know the rest," I said.
"When you get dick I won't put it past you to ditch me for it," she stated.
Standing up from the island, I gathered our plates and glasses, then placed them in the sink so I could wash them when I come home later.
"Whatever bitch. Birds of a feather, don't flock together. That's breaking girl code. That's why I know better to drive my own car. Hoe you'll never leave me stranded."
"You know what, the way you talk about niggas, I won't be surprised if it's a dick down there, the way you talk about niggas like you don't need 'em."
"I'm not in a rush to be dick hoppin' like you, but niggas are a fucking migraine," I retorted, as I sauntered inside of my beauty room with her trailing behind me. "I get enough headache listening to you complain about 'em all day."
Nya plopped down on my beauty chair as I gathered things to do a soft beat on both of us. We both had tawny skin complexions so I didn't have to dig around much at all to match her shade, but Nya had a red undertone, whereas I had an orange one, so I had to use two different color correctors.
"I just don't see the problem in dating multiple niggas," she shrugged.
"Be still," I murmured, as I prepared to do her brows, after cleaning her face with some witch hazel to remove the dirt. "It's not a problem, but Nya you need to admit that you lead niggas on with no intention of liking them for real. You get what you can from them and move on—dropping them like a bad habit."
