I Ain't No 50/50 Type Of Chick

27. Cali

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

CALI

“ S o, do you have plans to fuck some hoe later on? I mean, you did come to the store the other day to get some condoms, right?” I questioned Draco as I twisted his hair.

I was supposed to have been done with his hair, but between cooking, engaging in deep conversations, and enjoying some time playing the game together, we let three hours pass us, and I was really just getting started. I couldn’t believe I had gotten so comfortable with a somewhat stranger. Although I had initially found Draco to be a bit of a pain in the ass, as the hours passed, I couldn’t deny that he started to grow on me. Not only was Draco fine as fuck and had money, but he also had a charm about him that made him enjoyable to be around.

There was something refreshing about his presence—like a sudden burst of clean air after being cooped up for too long. It was like all the things I did with him in that short time were things I was missing from my relationship with Jayceon―laughter, quality time, etc. Be that as it may, with me having a boyfriend and Draco's unpredictable nature, I realized I had to leave him in the ‘friend’ zone for the time being.

“So, I guess you heard that comment my homie made,” Draco said, breaking the comfortable silence between us.

“Yeah, I did.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I couldn’t stop thinking about you the whole time I was with ol’ girl,” he said, leaning back with a cheeky grin that made it difficult for me to keep a straight face.

I rolled my eyes playfully, trying to hide the smile creeping onto my lips.

“I’m sure you did,” I said, gently directing his head forward to continue with his hair.

“I did. But on another note, this food is good as fuck,” he praised, taking a bite of the fish, spaghetti, and garlic bread I had made. The same food he had insisted just hours before that he wasn’t going to eat.

“Well, thank you,” I beamed.

“Or maybe I’m just really hungry,” he added with a grin, clearly attempting to downplay my culinary skills as a joke.

In response, I playfully popped him on the head with the comb, a lighthearted gesture that only added to our easygoing atmosphere.

“Whatever! Just admit that it’s good!”

“Aight, aight. You did yo’ thang. No cap. I guess this is what a nigga can get used to, huh?”

If you play your cards right, maybe. I didn’t voice those thoughts, though.

“But on some real shit.” Draco wiped his mouth with the napkin before resuming. “What kind of relationship do you want?” he asked, getting on a more serious topic.

“Hmm. Nobody has ever asked me that. However, I will say, my next nigga gotta be fucked up about me how Alfalfa was about Darla,” I kidded.

We both laughed.

“But really, I just want a provider, a lover, and a friend all in one. Someone who gives as much as I do. Someone who likes to spend time together, someone I can pray with, and go out on dates and trips. Oh, and most importantly, someone who will accept and treat my kids as their own.”

“I can be that nigga if you let me be… and then some.”

“Mm-hmm. So, what about you?”

“I really don’t know what I want out of a relationship; I just know that I want you. And nah, I ain’t trying to be with you while you with that nigga. I can’t do all of that ‘situationship’ shit. You’re not about to break my fuckin’ heart, and we’re not together.”

I laughed.

“Dead ass, Cali.”

“Okay, so what about marriage? Can you see yourself getting married one day?”

“Shid, if I ever get married, I’ma be at the altar just as shocked as everyone else.”

We laughed together.

“But, nah, I guess since I’ve never really had a girlfriend, it’s not something that I’ve put much thought into.” He shifted his body and faced me. “You must be ready to marry a nigga?”

I chuckled. “Can you ever answer anything seriously?”

“Well, shid, I thought I did. But you wanna know what I really want to do?”

“Humor me?”

“I wanna go to a wedding where somebody says no. I bet that shit would be funny as hell.”

“That is not a laughing matter at all, Draco!”

“Aight, maybe it isn’t. It damn sure wouldn’t be a laughing matter if you say that shit to me after I done spent all that damn money!”

I chuckled.

“Who said I wanted to get married?” I asked, filled with playful defiance.

“Well, do you?” he replied, his expression suddenly serious, as if he was searching for something deeper within my words.

I shrugged nonchalantly, although my mind was racing.

“I mean, yeah, one day. Isn’t that every woman’s dream?” I added with a hint of sarcasm, realizing how cliché it sounded.

I paused to envision my future, and two names loomed large in my thoughts: Jayceon and Draco. A future with Draco intrigued yet terrified me. Nonetheless, each possibility felt like a fork in the road, and I couldn’t help but wonder what path my heart would ultimately choose.

In a swift motion, Draco propped my legs on his shoulder, then pried open my thighs, exposing my bare pussy.

Yep, I was doing his hair with no panties on, just as he asked.

“Draco, wh-what are you doing?” I asked as if I wasn’t curious about what his tongue game was like.

“Stop acting like you don’t want this shit,” he said, pulling me closer to his face.

I had already titled my head back in anticipation of a good time, but right when Draco was about to dive in, I heard the back door creep open―Jayceon had returned home.

I hurriedly removed my legs from Draco’s shoulders.

“Aight, I’ll holla at you later,” Jayceon said dismissively into his phone, his attention completely elsewhere as he strode into the house.

Thankfully, he opted to enter through the kitchen door rather than the front, which might have given him a clearer view of the unfamiliar scene. As soon as he stepped inside, Jayceon headed directly to the fridge, a familiar habit of his, clearly searching for something to quench his thirst.

“Aye, Cali, whose car is that parked in my spot, and where the hell is my beer?!” he bellowed, still rifling through the shelves in the fridge, not even glancing up.

“Oh, you mean this beer, my guy?” Draco casually said, raising a chilled Budweiser in his hand, still settled comfortably between my legs.

Jayceon whipped around, his expression shifting to one of confusion and anger. His brows knit tightly together.

“What the fuck? Cali, who the hell is this nigga?” he demanded, his voice rising.

“He’s—” I started to explain, but Draco interjected before I could finish.

“I’m her client… top-tier client at that,” he declared confidently, standing up to punctuate his statement.

Feeling the tension escalate, I rose to my feet, too, sensing that the situation was about to erupt into an argument or murder scene. My heart raced as I prepared to mediate the brewing confrontation, hoping to keep the peace.

“Client? Since when did you start doing niggas’ hair? Or your clients’ hair in the living room? Yo’ clients don’t sit in chairs anymore? Is the room you normally service them in getting renovated or some shit that I don’t know. And what the fuck do you got on? Did you run out of appropriate clothes because you forgot to wash and just decided to throw on whatever was lying around? Then you cooked for this nigga,” Jayceon fumed, looking over at Draco’s plate. “Shid, is y’all fuckin’ or some?”

“I…”

“I got this, beautiful,” Draco intervened, then stepped in front of me.

“Beautiful?” Jayceon said, looking between us with raised brows.

“If there’s anything you’d like to know, ask me, homie. Don’t ask her shit. I’m more than willing to answer any question you may have, so here it goes. Cali started doing a nigga’s hair today, and depending on how jealous I might get, I might be the only nigga’s hair she does, so I kind of don’t fault you for telling her that she can’t do nigga’s hair. As far as doing her doing any client’s hair in her living room… well, that’s a special privilege that only I can get. Do her clients still sit in chairs to get their hair done? Yes, but not this nigga. Is her room getting renovated? Not yet, but soon. Actually, I’ma upgrade it to a shop . And nah, she didn’t run out of clothes or forget to wash. Her wearing what she has on is simply a request of mine. As for if we’ve fucked…” Draco glanced back at me, licking his lips, “Nah, not yet, but I see it happening in the near future,” he boldly stated.

Whew! Muthafuckin’ Draco! I thought, smirking in approval at the way he handled Jayceon.

Jayceon chuckled. “This nigga really in my crib talking this big shit to me ?”

“ Yo’ crib?” Draco chuckled mischievously, then looked at me. “Cali, this nigga said this is his crib! Shid, the way Cali talks, my boy, this her shit, and you’re just a broke ass houseguest who’s passing through.”

Jayceon’s head whipped over at me, and I could tell he was seething with anger. I thought he would’ve addressed me about telling Draco our business, but he didn’t.

“Yo, Cali, who is this clown ass nigga? You know, now that I think about it, your voice sounds awfully familiar. Where the fuck I know you from?”

“That’s funny because yo’ ass looks very familiar, too,” Draco countered. “But if you know me, then you know that I ain’t got all my screws together, so I’ma need for you to watch how in the fuck you talk to this one.” Draco pointed to me.

Jayceon stepped to Draco. “Nigga, that’s my bitch! I can talk to her how I want to!”

I was on the verge of stepping in when Jayceon insultingly referred to me as his bitch. My heart raced as I suddenly noticed Draco, who had been standing nearby, discreetly pulling out a gun from the waistband at the back of his jeans—a move I hadn’t anticipated at all. The sight of the weapon sent a chill down my spine as he aimed it directly at Jayceon’s head. Panic surged through me, and I brought my hand up to cover my mouth, my breath hitching in fear of the violent confrontation that seemed poised to unfold right before my eyes.

“And I’m the nigga who’s going to be paying the bills that yo’ broke ass supposed to be paying. I’ma even be so generous as to give her enough money to pay up the rent for the next year. So, the way I see it, I can do whatever the fuck I want to around this bitch, which means I can also talk to you how the fuck I want to! As for Cali, muthafucka don’t you ever,” he pressed the gun deeper into Jayceon’s forehead, “in yo’ life call her another bitch, especially not in my presence! I will blow yo’ muthafuckin’ head off where you stand, nigga! Do I make myself clear?!”

I wanted to step between them, but I was so scared. I knew Draco to be a little off, but I was seeing a totally different side of him in that moment. Jayceon obviously didn’t have his gun on him because I knew he would’ve pulled his out as well with the quickness.

“I said, do I make myself clear, muthafucka?!”

“You got it,” Jayceon said, shooting daggers at me with his hands up in surrender.

“Yeah, I do,” Draco taunted, then tapped Jayceon’s head with the gun before removing it. “Now that we all are on one accord, I’d like to get back to getting my hair done because, unlike some niggas, I have shit to do. I’d also like to finish my food, and I hate cold food. Cali, say whatever you got to say to that nigga and get back over here. I wanna rub on those soft ass legs a little more.”

Draco took a few steps away from us, his demeanor relaxed, but then he abruptly paused and turned back to face me with a smirk. “Oh, and Cali, I didn’t realize you wore Love Spell,” he said, his tone light but laced with a hint of mischief. “I always pictured you as more of a Jimmy Choo kind of girl.” He chuckled, clearly enjoying his playful jab, before turning back around and returning to his seat on the floor.

In that moment, I felt a wave of validation rush over me. Draco had effectively confirmed what I had been suspecting. I wasn’t imagining things when I detected the whiff of that familiar perfume lingering on Jayceon.

With a raised eyebrow and an insistent tone, Jayceon questioned, “So, this is what we’re doing, Cali? This really the type of shit that you’re on?”

“Really, nigga? You’re really going to ask me that after you’ve been MIA for a whole twenty-four hours and then have the audacity to come here smelling like another bitch… and I ain’t just talking about her perfume!” I twisted my face in disgust because he also smelled like sex. “Jayceon, unlike the shit you do, it’s always business for me, never pleasure or for my personal satisfaction. That nigga,” I pointed at Draco, “tipped very well for the services he’s getting! So, yeah, I can say he deserved a little extra client treatment today.” I wanted to add pussy, but I knew somebody would’ve died that day had those words left my lips.

“Yeah, aight. You better not let me find out you’re fuckin’ that nigga.”

I smacked my lips. “Jayceon, stop trying to accuse me of shit that you know yo’ chest can’t handle! If I wanted to fuck this nigga or any other nigga, best believed I would! Appreciate me while I care, a little , ’cause you ain’t gon’ like when I get on that other shit. Now get out of your feelings because I’m definitely not in mine about you being with another bitch! As a matter of fact, get the fuck out of my face and go wash her, whoever she may be, scent off you! The smell is becoming too much!” I waved my hand and sashayed over to the sofa.

“I’ma go and take a nap. All I know is, when I wake up, this nigga needs to be gone!” he concluded.

Draco hopped up from the floor. “And just because you said that shit, I’ma stay here on purpose until you wake up from yo’ lil’ nap, nigga!”

“Draco…” I placed my hand on his chest to warn him to just let it go.

“Aight, but I’ma only shut the fuck up because of you.”

“Thank you,” I mouthed.

When I glanced back, Jayceon was glowering at us, but he eventually left. I rolled my eyes. I was getting so fucking tired of the toxic relationship with Jayceon. Something definitely had to give, and soon.

Draco and I retook our seats.

“I know why he’s so tired. That nigga done sold blood to re-up. Now, he ain’t got no energy to hustle,” Draco said, shaking his head.

I chuckled. “Hold still, fool.”

Two hours later, I had Draco looking like a better version of himself.

“And we are finished,” I told him.

Draco stood and stretched, then went over to the nearby mirror to check out his new hairdo.

“Damn, I’m only getting finer by the day. Now, see, you gon’ wait until I get extra fine, and I’ma pay you no mind.”

I chuckled. “Okay, Black Youngsta wanna be.”

“Now, all I need is a haircut. You think you can pay for that since you done took all my money?”

“Although you haven’t given me all the money yet, I’m sure there is plenty more where that came from. And what?! If I ever pay for a nigga’s haircut, he needs to know where his head will be going afterward.”

Draco laughed. “I’m really convinced that you’re a nigga in a female’s body ’cause you don’t act like none of these hoes.”

I chuckled. “I’ma girl, but I’m that nigga for real.”

“Let me be the judge of that.” Draco extended his hand, presenting the bag filled with cash. “Well, a deal is a deal,” he said.

I hesitated for a moment, eyeing the bag suspiciously.

“This isn’t fake money, is it?” I inquired as I accepted the bag from him.

Draco’s eyes narrowed, and he responded sharply. “Cali, don’t ever insult me like that. Don’t confuse me with yo’ nigga who probably walk around here with sparkling money.” His tone was stern as if my question had offended him.

“I’m just asking,” I replied, trying to keep the mood light. “But I’ll walk you out.”

As we approached the entrance, the atmosphere shifted slightly. We stood there for a moment, both aware that it was the final moment of our encounter, ready to say our goodbyes with an unspoken tension lingering in the air.

“So, look, you have my number if you need me for anything, especially if you need me to come handle that nigga,” Draco said, causing me to chuckle yet frown in confusion.

“I do not have your number, but I can handle him. Trust me.”

“You do have my number. We’ve been texting lately.”

I paused and thought about the unknown number.

“Wait. Have you been the one texting me all this crazy shit lately?”

“Guilty as charged, baby,” he admitted nonchalantly.

“But how?! I never gave you my number.”

“You kind of did. Your number was on the business card you gave me.”

“Shit! I really got to get me a business phone.”

“You really do. I don’t need no other niggas texting you. And don’t try to block a nigga now that you know ’cause I’ll show up at yo’ mama’s crib and have her have you unblock me.”

I scoffed. “Well, let me go ahead and tell you that you’d be wasting your time. Me and that lady do not get along at all, and I damn sure don’t listen to her.”

“Hmph. I guess we have something in common, after all.”

Based on that comment, it was clear that Draco had mommy issues. That could’ve been the reason he was the way he was.

“But speaking of texting,” I transitioned the conversation, “if I ever decide to do your hair again, come with yo’ messages already sent cause you ain’t gon’ be texting no hoes in my house.”

He smiled. “Aight, beautiful. But I’m for real. Call me if you need me… for anything . I shouldn’t have to tell you, but Cali, you’re too beautiful of a lady to be dealing with bullshit like that. Three things a nigga is never supposed to let his woman worry about are bills, bitches, and bullshit. Come over to the winning team, where I’m guaranteed to take away all your worries and stress.” Draco then picked my hand up and kissed it. “Let me be your knight in shining armor and come to y’all rescue,” he said, making sure to include my kids.

Draco talked a good game, and although he probably wasn’t trying to run game on me, and I wasn’t necessarily choosing Jayceon over him, at the end of the day, I had other things to consider before I just let another man into my life. I slowly removed my hand from his.

“Draco, I’m flattered… really. But I can’t, especially right now. I have too much stuff going on in my life, and adding another nigga, especially one like you, to the equation, when I already have a nigga, would just bring more unnecessary drama that I don’t need right now.”

“I feel you… kind of. You probably right, though. I probably ain’t the nigga for you. I fuck real good. So good, that you’ll have yo’ bestie wanting to try this dick out. I also love to fuck. It will probably get to a point where you’ll start saying, ‘Not tonight, baby.’ What else? Oh, yeah, I got a few anger issues. I’ve killed a couple of niggas, and I’m sure I’ll kill more. I just be fuckin’ up a lot. So, if I can’t have a lot of chances, you better stop flirting with me. Flirt around and find out.”

I giggled. “For some reason, I believe everything you just said. And Draco, not once during any conversation we’ve had have I called myself flirting with you,” I lied. “It’s definitely been the other way. Is it because of the comment I made about you having nice skin the other day?”

“That’s when it started,” he replied.

I chuckled. “Draco, that was a compliment. But… if I was trying to take it there with you, let me go ahead and tell you that this isn’t what you want. I’ll have a hood nigga like you coloring at the park with me and my kids.”

“Draco love the kids, and I fucks with the coloring shit, too. Art was my favorite class in school.”

“I pop up at jobs, clubs, and anywhere when I’m in love. I’m not one of these demure chicks. It will get domestic!”

I was trying to throw out anything that would make me appear less appealing to him, but I was failing miserably.

“My type of woman. You look like the type that I can take to meet my folks, to church, to the strip club, to a business dinner, or even to a cookout in the hood, or even to an art gallery.”

“Ugh! Okay, Draco! I have to go and pick up my kids.”

“ Our kids. I wanna meet them, by the way. I don’t mind taking you to get them.”

“No, Draco, not today; maybe another day.”

I was very protective of my kids, and although Draco seemed to be good people, I just wasn’t comfortable with introducing him to my kids… not that soon, anyway.

“Aight, but I appreciate the meal too. That shit was bussin’ for real.”

“No problem, and thank you again. You know I don’t mind catering to a man who makes my life better. If he’s tender about me, I’ma fall off the bone about him,” I teased.

“See, there you go with that flirting shit!”

I giggled. “Okay, that was a little flirt, although it’s true.”

“Mm-hmm, but I’ma go. But first, let me leave you with this.”

“Like you did last time.” I chuckled.

“Yeah. But don’t ever be scared to lose a nigga you’re not winning with. If you ever feel like there’s something or someone missing in your life, more than likely, it’s me, baby, but it’s up to you to see that shit. Have a good rest of yo’ day, beautiful.” He winked, then left.

Who sent this nigga? He’s making me too happy. This gotta be a set-up , I thought as I watched him walk away.