Come fuck in the back of the Ghost, right under the stars like we on the moon.
Shawty ride the dick so good, when she in her mood that p be a pool.
The music made the speakers pound as Flocco burned rubber out of his parking spot. My hair blew in the wind as he reached the middle of the lot.
Already got me a bossy bitch and a nasty hoe, I need me a fool.
Just make sure your pussy ass baby daddy stay out of my way when I be in my mood.
He floored the gas, spinning in circles. And, for a moment, the world stopped. Everything was right in my world. Nothing was misaligned. I was okay. I was well. And, life was good.
But enough of that, I’m trying to rub on them titties when I get top
I allowed my top and bottom lashes to touch, embracing the feeling of the wind on my face and through my hair. And, for a moment, I released the barriers.
CHAPTER
SIX
Promise I’m gon’do you right-6lack
Thursday came.
Thursday went.
Friday came.
Friday went.
Saturday came.
Trouble was still in my possession. She’d attempted to free herself too many times to keep count. I wasn’t ready for her to leave. Whenever I left, she left shortly after. By nightfall, I was knocking on her door again. She was coming outside and getting her fine ass back in my whip.
“Flocco–” Hyphen slurred.
“Yes, baby.”
“I think I’m drunk,” she chuckled, leaning into me.
“Cause you is,” Saga called across the parking lot.
“It’s okay, baby. You’re safe.”
I watched from a short distance as Saga got into her whip and started the engine. She pulled off swiftly, giving me the freedom to do the same.
“She’s doing so good in there. I’m so proud of her,” Trouble said once I was in the car.
“This is my last weekend coming to the club with her. I had to show my girl a good time. She’s ready to take this thing head on. I think she’s ready. It’s been a month already.”
I pulled off the lot. Hyphen leaned over, placing her head on my shoulder. She was intoxicated. The way she touched me and the way she talked to me was enough evidence. I was able to sift through her thoughts, getting to the truth. She was so guarded it was hard otherwise.
“You good, Hyph?”
“No,” she groaned.
“What’s the matter?”
“You’re too precious, Flocco. You could have any woman in Dooley. Especially that neighbor of yours. Why not go for someone ready for what you have to offer? I am rubbish right now. I have no loyalty. I have no sense of morality.”
