Page 59 of It’s The Dawg In Him For Me

I looked him up and down playfully. “To be honest with you, no. I thought the only thing you probably know how to cook is crack and cereal.”

Rosama looked at me, shocked, and flicked flour at me. I flicked some back at him, then we ended up chasing each other around the kitchen, flicking flour back and forth, acting a fool until we both slipped on the floor and were outta breath, laughing.

“You know, since we been locking in, you been bringing me some peace.”

I smiled. “I think I can say the same about you. I like what we are building.”

He nodded. “Me too, and I'm about to be thirty-three. It’s about time I lock it down with the right one.”

I turned toward him. “You think I'm the right one?”

Rosama chuckled low. “I knew since the moment you hopped outta your car after I hit you that you were the one for me.”

I blushed. “You’re not gonna fuck this up?”

“I could neva,” he said quickly. “I want you and us too bad.”

We got up off the floor, and I helped Rosama finish dinner. Afterward, we sat close together at the table and ate.

“Let me find out my nigga can whip it up in the kitchen.”

Rosama laughed. “Tried to tell you. It’s more to ya man than good dick and money.”

We laughed together and continued eating and talking as his phone kept ringing like crazy.

“Is it don’t answer again?” I asked him.

He shook his head, looking at the screen.

“Nah, but Dre can handle the shit. I'm busy. Let’s go out tonight.”

“Where to?” I asked.

“I don’t know. But we will find somethin'.”

We cleaned up and got dressed then walked out of his crib. We were trying to figure out a move when Dre called and asked him to slide through.

We pulled up ova there in no time, Dre, Brandon, and Blaze sitting on the steps.

“Wussup?” Rosama asked Dre.

“Come inside, I need to holla at you real quick.”

We walked up the steps past Brandon and Blaze while he looked me up and down like we had a problem. Inside, I sat on the couch. Rosama sat beside me, and Dre sat across from us.

“Your…problem came through here,” he said to Rosama as he lit a blunt.

I looked at Rosama, and his eyes got a lil’ big.

“Don’t answer?” he asked.

Dre nodded. “Yeah, they are not wrapped too tight.”

Dre lit the blunt and passed it to Rosama.

“What did you tell them?”

“I told them to handle what they are supposed to handle and to leave you alone.”