“Did this nigga just call meTrouble?”
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
I gripped my forty, pulling it from the table. A quick count of the stacks on the wood made it less torturous to shove the money into the LV bag. The uncounted bills slid into the box that had been waiting near my foot for the final count.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Completely perturbed, I stood from my couch and headed for the door, fully expecting my neighbor Nevaeh to be standing behind the burglar bars with a bowl of watermelon or some homemade cookies she’d spent all day in the kitchen making.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Hyph rushed out, hand on her hip as she rolled her neck.
A smile parted my lips. She was no longer in the all over fit she had on. She was in a dress with a collar, stopping at her thighs and exposing the ink on her legs.
Cheetah print ran up her right thigh. I wanted to follow it to her pot of gold. Flowers began at her left ankle and grew wider until they disappeared underneath her dress. I’d never wanted to be a tattoo so fucking bad.
“It’s late. You should be asleep.”
Sarcastically, she chuckled, tossing her hands in the air. Her natural hair moved from one side to the other. Her bang swayed as she sighed. Baby girl was heated, but that hadn’t stopped her from going home and getting herself together before coming to my crib. I was honored.
“Take another step, Hyph, and you gone piss me off real bad.”
Her rebellious nature wouldn’t allow her to halt. She took another step. And then another. And then another.
I pushed my door open and was at the end of my steps in a flash. I lowered my body, lifting Hyphen onto my shoulder.
“Put me down,” she demanded.
She wasn’t convincing. Her body relaxed against mine. No tension. Not kicking. No flexing her muscles. Just two pieces of the same puzzle fitting together perfectly.
I entered my home,Troublein tow.
“Floc–”
Hand to ass. Hyphen was a very bad girl and her ass whooping had been in the making for weeks.
“Laurence. My fucking name is Laurence,” I corrected, landing my hand on her ass again.
“Put me down.”
I did as I’d been told. Trouble flopped onto my bed, ruffling my covers. Her dress slid up her ass, exposing her bald pussy.
No bikini.
