About an hour and a half and five hundred dollars spent on rare collectables and comic books later, we were headed home.
“Hayami…”
I looked up from my phone, filling in the group chat on what happened.
“What?”
“Did you think all that was necessary?”
“Lemme explain something toyou, Vasiah. And this will be the last time I address anyone in person for a while. You thinking I’m laid back gone get you torn up out here. I’m not chill because I want to be; I’m chill because Ichooseto be. I’ve also never fought or argued with a bitch over any man. Not even when hoes used to book hair appointments just to try and fight or argue withme.You’re different.Personally, I prolly could’ve done more.”
“But Mykita is –”
“Are you defending that bitch Vasiah? Lemme know sumn.”
He paused. “No. I’m just saying that I don’t think you reading her like that was the appropriate response for what she did.”
I stared at him like he was slow. “Let’s just agree to disagree, because that was a woman-to-woman thing, baby. That girl ain’t as innocent or as meek as she likes to portray herself, but I won’t be wasting my precious breath going back and forth about it.” He was making me angry, but not so angry that my trigger finger wanted to itch. Men were just so aloof and slow at times, especially my nerdy ass man. I’d hate to have to knock the bifocals off his ass for playing with me, so I decided to drop it.
The next day,we were headed to a Sunday Funday with the crew. Since he invited me into his world, I wanted to invite him into mine. I love the club, I love hookah, I love hanging out my sunroof while somebody drives fast and the wind is whipping through my bundles. We were doing a rooftop brunch, then going to the hookah spot, then having a sunset yacht party. I dressed in a butter yellow mini skirt, platform Pucci heels, a white halter neck shirt, and a matching Pucci purse. I’d put my curly wig back on, parted it down the middle, and freshly moussed it so that the curls would pop. Vasiah matched my fly with his own butter yellow top and some jeans with some Off-White Jordan 4s. His locs were still twisted in his bun, and he switched out his black square frames for some clear ones. If I wasn’t still annoyed with him, I’d give him some pussy just based on how good he looked and smelled.
But no. I needed to be strong!
“You bout ready, Hayami?”
“Mmhmm. We’re not driving today, though.”
“Oh? You trynna Uber?”
“No. Whenever we all go out, we always end up using a private car service or renting a sprinter. Reign is heavily against drunk driving, and I plan to make us fall in the bushes today.” I nodded towards the bottle of Don Julio Reposado and lavender lemonade.
Vasiah nodded. “Damn. Y’all do it big. That’s wassup. Celebrating anything in particular?”
“Just life. We don’t get to kick it too often since we all own businesses, so when we do get together, we do it big every time.”
“That’s wassup. So, babe… are you still upset with me?”
I thought about lying, but lying was for pussy ass hoes, and I wasn’t one of them. “I’m annoyed with you.”
“Why?”
I sighed. “There’s certain things a woman justknows,and as your woman, you should trust me. Sure, you know ole girl way better than I do, but that doesn’t mean that my intuition was lying. As I said, be lucky I didn’t do more.” Once I said that, all you heard was the sound of Ken The Man playing softly on my Bluetooth speaker. We were at Casa De Reina today because I wanted to go home, but Vasiah insisted on us sleeping together, so I finally let him come over. Admittedly, he looked as good in my bed as I did in his, but I was still agitated with him.
I watched him watch me through the mirror as I finished applying gloss. His jaw was tight, a true indicator that he was upset, but I didn’t understand why. I hadn’t raised my voice or called him outta his name. Quickly, I texted the group chat.
Me: Aye hoes. Do I got time to suck this nigga’s dick real quick? I think he’s upset at me cuz I checked his friend.
Joyy: …. Bitch
Rae: Well, me and your brother are running late too because….
Me: Spare me. I don’t wanna hear it
Cherrice: I meannnnn. Don’t leave yo man mad, hoe!
Me: I don’t want to, but damn. Relationships are hard!
Rae: Girl…you’ve only been in one for five minutes lol. But sometimes you do gotta suck a lil dick. Not because you’re wrong, but to ease the tension. Back in my day, I woulda had to get carried out of a venue if a hoe wouda addressed my man and not me. You ain’t wrong, friend!
