Page 110 of It’s The Dawg In Him For Me

“That nigga put that ‘make her listen’ dick on you,” Raven said.

“I can’t believe that you forgave him that quick. I thought you was gonna make him sweat that shit out longer,” Denise added.

“But, girl,” Ari said, chiming in. “Did you see the way that nigga stood ova top of her at the party and she had to look up to him? Every bitch in that room wanted to listen to him.”

I let them go on and sat there laughing until they calmed down and let me get a word in.

“I basically told him what I told y’all. He do me wrong, I’ma do him like he did me. Whatever that may be.”

“Do you think he doin’ any otha side shit?” Denise asked.

I took a second before I answered. “No. And I asked him, and he said no, so at this point, all I can do is trust him.”

They all agreed, but I could see it on their faces that they weren’t fully sold the way I was.

Denise leaned back and looked at me for a second before shaking her head. “I still can’t believe you took that nigga back this fast.”

“No, seriously,” Raven said. “A few days ago you was ready to make that pit bull dog lookin’ nigga suffer. NOOOWWW you sittin’ here all on some forgive you like you wasn’t just putting Kyron out for damn near the same shit.”

“I neva said I was done with him,” I reminded him. “I needed to feel him out, see what he was really on before I made up my mind, and after that pull up.” I laughed. “I decided to forgive and get gifts; I was just mad anyway.”

“Girl, you was more than mad,” Ari said, laughing. “You had that man stressin’, look at your place.”

“And?!” I asked with a smirk.

Denise shook her head. “And now look at you, ready to celebrate a nigga that you was just cussing out.”

“What can I say?” I shrugged with a smile. “That’s my Brooklyn nigga.”

They all groaned at the same time, making me laugh.

“See, that’s exactly what I'm talkin' about,” Raven said. “You fold.”

“I didn’t fold!” I said, laughing. “That nigga just…”

“Bodied you in front of everybody! And made your ass listen!” Ari blurted out, making us all laugh.

“And, real talk? I liked it.”

They laughed at me, already knowing by the way he didn’t get cussed out.

“Anyway,” I said, clapping my hands once as I stood up. “We got a party to get ready for. I am ready to celebrate my man, so can we focus on that?”

That shifted the whole vibe.

“Yeah, ‘cause you not about to show up lookin’ regular,” Raven said, already getting up and heading toward my room.

“Bitch, regular where?” I shot back, following behind her.

By the time we got to my room, they were already digging through my closet like it was theirs, pulling out hangers, holding shit up that had tags on or that I made, and tossing it in yes and no piles like they had the final say.

“Not this,” Denise said, throwing a dress on the bed.

“What was wrong with that?” I asked, walking ova.

“It’s cuteee,” she said, dragging the word out, “but tonight is not for cuteness.”

Raven laughed. “Exactly. It’s his birthday, and you just got back right with him. You betta show up to that party in an outfit that screams my man, my man, my man.”