8. Sol
Sol
“ I told you to slut that hoe out, not put her in a penthouse suite for an entire week to play fake house with her, nigga.” I drilled Fatz soon as he plopped down in my front seat.
“Nigga, what? I’m having a lil too much fun with the broad. Aye…” his words trailed off as his eyes gazed around the hotel’s parking lot like someone was in ear shot.
“You ever let a bitch eat ya gooch?” he asked seriously.
I started choking viciously off the weed smoke that got caught up in my lungs.
“The fuck you just say, nigga?” I asked him in disbelief.
“She said it was the gooch, not necessarily my ass. She licked and sucked right underneath my balls. No lie, her tongue traveled a lil further. It felt good as fuck. Bitch been using the room kitchen to cook and shit for me whenever I come back up to this bitch.”
“Nigga, she eating yo ass. If that’s your thing, so be it. The point is, if I was to go up there right now…She’ll be on go. That’s why I tell you not to be too quick to wife a hoe just because she bustin’ it wide open and cooking meals for yo ass.”
“Cooking is a way to a nigga heart. You know how I feel about food.” Fatz looked away from me.
“So you using what yo momma did to you as an excuse to just let any bitch in close? Come on, Rashad, you to grown for this type of shit. Nigga, we ain’t regular ass niggas.
And to be honest with you, I don’t plan on being like that nigga Raft.
Staying in this shit for life or till death.
Tell me what the fuck I done told you about the plan, nigga. ” I looked over at him.
I hated to be so hard on my brother, but in so many ways, he was immature as fuck.
I hated that his cracked-out momma fucked his head up and wished that Raft got him when he was born.
My momma was loving, she made the decision to let my father raise me because she knew I needed the father figure in my life.
Fatz’ momma left him for days turned into weeks plenty of times. He had abandonment issues, so when it came to women, it took a little bit to nothing for him to fall hard for them.
“The plan is to start investing once we save up a couple million.” He sighed.
“Then what?”
“Be out the game by the time we in our late thirties because by then we will have generational wealth.” He snatched his hoodie off and scratched the top of his waves.
“How the fuck we gone do that if you out here falling in love just because a bitch with a fat ass ate yo ass?” I smirked then chuckled just from the way it sounded.
“So you just cut Yeremy fine ass off?” he asked, giving me a knowing look.
“I did what I did with her and that was it.” I looked away.
I hated that Yeremy’s thick ass kept popping into my mental throughout the day. Impulsive thoughts of her was forceful and didn’t stop day by day. She called herself leaving before I woke up, and for some reason, it fucked with me in the worse way.
“Give me the room key,” I told him.
“What?”
“You heard me, nigga. Give me the room key so I can go up there and let that bitch know the deal. You done with her, and on top of that, we got a nigga over in Compton that gots to get handled. That’s some shit that you pose’ to be on top of, now I gotta show face.” I gritted out.
I felt like Fatz and I were fair niggas.
We gave niggas outside of our section a chance to eat if they presented themselves to us as businessmen.
A nigga named Physc begged for months to be put on, claiming he needed to make money to feed his family.
The nigga didn’t even wait to try to run off with my money. He did that shit right away.
“Let me just get one more session out of her, then I’m done,” Fatz said, breaking me out of my thoughts.
“Alright, bet. Give me the key though.” I pressed.
“Here, man.” Fatz handed me the key card with a look of irritation plastered on his face.
I took the card and got out of the car. Bitches like Bianca came a dime a dozen.
She thought her body could buy her the lifestyle of being put up by any nigga she laid eyes on.
I didn’t plan on cock blocking between her and Fatz.
All I could do was school my brother and hope that he listened.
Me showing up inside of the room was to serve as a reality check to her smut face ass.
I stepped into the penthouse quietly, the suite smelled like weed and perfume.
Music pulsed lowly throughout the front room.
My eyes landed right on Bianca. She sat on the edge of a velvet couch, legs crossed with her heels off.
She was still in character mode just in case Fatz’ dumb ass doubled back to the room.
Her face was made up perfectly, and her hair was slicked neatly in a high ponytail.
Her eyes caught mine, and immediately a devilish smile graced her diamond shaped face. She stood with no words leaving her mouth like I owed her all of my attention.
“I knew you was gone come to see about me soon,” she said seductively.
“Word?” I smirked at her like it was all good.
“Yeap. I knew Fatz was gone brag and tell you just how good I am.” She giggled innocently.
“What you good at?”
“Everything, I know Yeremy’s good girl ass ain’t with the shits like me.” She shrugged as she took a step my way. Wrong move. I thought.
“So what you gone do to prove her wrong?”
“I want to suck the skin off yo dick nastily and feel your nut all over my face and titties.” She licked her lips hungrily.
“You want that, daddy?” She almost closed the space between us.
I didn’t flinch, I stared her dead in the face, smelling the desperation reeking from her pores.
“You just offering throat like it’s a gift, huh?” I murmured, keeping my tone flat with my eyes still locked on hers.
“That’s real fuckin’ cute.” I chuckled.
Her lips twitched into a smile like she thought I was about to say yes. I leaned down just enough to let my words slap her funky breath ass in the face.
“I killed your baby daddy, bitch. You still want to suck my dick?”
It was comical watching her face go through several different emotions.
“My niggas stormed in right when he was in the middle of fucking your best friend. You love tasting her pussy or something off the next niggas dick?” I taunted her, watching all the color drain from her face.
“Huh?” She blinked her eyes rapidly.
“You heard me bitch. Yeremy don’t know how Ramsey is your baby daddy.
She doesn’t know how much of a hating ass bitch you really is.
You love to play like you love her cause she loves to be a real friend to you.
She pays your bills with Casper’s money whenever you fall short of a new trick.
You love sucking every nigga dick for a bag.
Even that nigga Casper dick been down that hollow throat of yours.
You might as well be Yeremy’s shadow, crawling behind her with a fucked up BBL and no self-respect. ” I spat right into her face.
She opened her mouth to speak, I cut her off right away.
“Shut whatever the fuck you ’bout to say up,” I said coldly, straightening my posture.
“You’re not even temptation, ma. You just a nut guzzlin’ ass bitch that’s looking for a come up. Eating ass and sucking balls. Them cavities in the back of yo mouth full of shit and different nigga’s nut.” The silence that fell after was brutal.
Bianca looked like she wanted to cry, instead, she turned her head like maybe if she didn’t look at me nothing I said was real.
“Give me yo muthafuckin’ phone.” I spat.
She moved like fire was attached to her ass to get her phone off the coffee table.
Without being asked, she unlocked it and handed it to me.
I didn’t know why the fuck I was even attempting to be this thirsty to get Yeremy’s number.
Yeremy had me fucked up too, though. She called herself trying to get a one up on me by leaving my house, when I planned on breaking that pussy down one more time for good measures.
“Enjoy the time you have left with Fatz.” I locked her phone and dropped it down to the floor.
Without any more words, I turned to walk out of the room. Some women thought beauty was currency. Me? I didn’t pay for things that I could destroy with a sentence.