Page 48 of Another Night With Me

“Who?” Yanna exclaimed with her face screwed up.

“Us. You, me and Zuriyah. Yaro has a block party every year the week leading up to his birthday. I know you heard that nigga last night.”

For the last ten years Yaro threw a block party. It started as a way to celebrate his birthday then it turned into a community event. I really thought it was dope be brought out the community the way he did. The block party allowed him to showcases the black community in Beaumont. He had all kind of black business owners and vendors come out. They sold everything from custom clothes, jewelry, to food and desserts. I loved that Yaro was passionate about giving back to our community.

“Who said I was going with you though? Matter fact you need to take me to my house to get my car anyways.” She slickly replied making me want to yoke her ass u again.

Yanna was as stubborn as they came a nigga had bought her a brand new fucking Porsche, that I got painted pink cause I knew it’s her favorite color, as a push gift. She claimed it was too much for her and she didn’t feel comfortable driving it so she left it sitting in my driveway. She kept trying to get a nigga to take her to get her funky ass Nissan Pathfinder. I wasn’t stutin’ her ass. If she ain’t drive that Porsche she wasn’t driving shit.

“I ain’t taking you to get shit,” I coolly responded sitting down onto my king sized bed. “What you finna do is put some clothes on. Not that short right shit you be wearing with yo’ ass hanging out either. Yo’ ass to big for all that now.”

“So what you saying? I’m fat now?” Yanna scowled at me as if she wanted to kill my ass.

“Ain’t nobody said nothing about you being fat. That little extra weight looks good fuck on you. I’m just saying you like yo’ ass out but that ass ain’t as petite as it used to be. That mutha fucka dragging,”

“Oh,” Yanna said, poking out her lips to hide the smile. Creeping up on her face. “Well, I guess.”

“So you finna get dressed?” I questioned raising my eyebrow at her.

“I guess,”

“You got something light blue?”

“I do. Why?”

“Cause I’m wearing that color and I got Zuriyah a light blue onesie to match what I’m wearing.”

Yanna gave me a crazy look then she busted out laughing at me. “Nigga boo! I wish I. Would match you again. You be making all your ho’s match you. No thank you. I’ll pass.”

I couldn’t do anything but smile cause Yanna wasn’t lying. I loved matching with my bitches. I’d always been like that. I liked for niggas to know what belonged to me.

“So you ain’t tryna match with me baby mama?” I teasingly asked Yanna.

“No. You not my nigga you just my baby daddy.”

“Okay but the way I been digging in that pussy I might as well be.”

“Might as well be and actually are two different things. I highly doubt you ready to be my nigga. You just don’t want me fucking with any other niggas.” Yanna replied firmly placing her hands on her hips.

She wasn’t wrong to a degree. I wasn’t against being with Yanna she was dope as fuck, fine, our connection was outta this world and she was the mother of my seed. In my eyes Yanna deserved the world. Did I think I could give it to her absolutely? But I didn’t feel like now was the best time. Maddie was still pregnant, we didn’t know who the fuck was stealing from us and we had no idea if any of this shit was connected to Sonni or my mama. I had hella shit going on and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to be all the way faithful to anybody if I was keeping it real.

“I hear you Yanna.” I lustfully replied,eyeing her naked framing. I was debating if I had enough time to slide back inside her. I decided not to know us we’d end up fucking for the rest of the day.

“Keep playing you gone do more then just feel me,” Yanna slickly said then strutted out my room.

“Get fucked up Yanna,” I yelled out to her back.

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A Few Hours Later

“You know what’s crazy is I came to the block party one year with Will but I never knew it was your brother's birthday. I remember him saying he knew the people behind the event but he never mentioned anything about a birthday.”

“Ya’ birthday ain’t until Monday forreal,” I clarified for Yanna. “I’m surprised the nigga even pulled up to any event Yaro is apart of them niggas don’t get along. Ya’ don’t got patience’s for Will.”

“That ain’t weird to you to have your brother’s beefing?” Yanna quizzically asked looking over at me as we walked hand in hand past all the food trucks.

”I mean I can’t control how them nigga interact with each other. Forreal the only reason Wil get a pass with me most of the time is because he’s my dad’s son. Other than that I would’ve fuck with him. Will the kind of nigga that want’s to spend our dad’s money. Instead of putting in the work to have his own money. My dad spoiled Will too much if you ask me. He got that nigga thinking everything is supposed to be handed too him.”