Chapter 10
Akira
It was always something going on with the Atkins, and this time the spotlight was on my best friend and that fine ass nigga she married.
I wanted to support her but goddamn how could you deny a man of his caliber anything.
Cedees was too busy giving that man her ass to kiss to notice he was a boss with a team behind him.
That night in the club, I spotted one too many niggas reach for their hip when he grabbed her by the neck.
They were ready to put us down which made me think twice.
I knew to track her location once I was done with shawty at the hospital though.
His crib was ducked off on the outskirts of the Springs and he had just as many men if not more surrounding him.
Cedees stumbled upon somebody that was on equal playing fields as the Atkins.
I had to admit though, the bitch had me stressed the hell out.
So stressed, I was running through my stash at a rapid pace.
Leafica was my favorite dispensary, which was located not too far from my crib.
I wanted nothing more in this moment than to get high as a kite and detach myself from the bullshit for a day or two.
As I walked inside, the smell of quality Mary Jane hit my nostrils immediately bringing a smile to my face. I was in my element and overly excited to purchase some new shit.
“Heeyyy Guava Princess,” one of the workers greeted me. I was a regular so everyone that worked here as well as visited often knew me.
“Wassup Monica? How you feeling boo?” I questioned wearing a small smile.
“I’m good, but clearly you are, too. Where you headed tonight? You looking all fly and shit,” she complimented.
“To the club. I just got to change the scenery and go somewhere I can unwind. I got a lot going on if you know what I mean.”
“I do. We got some new strands in yesterday. Ray put you some up in the back. Let me finish with these customers and I got you,” she assured me.
“What ‘bout me? I can get that same treatment, too?” The very familiar voice that I learned to hate was booming over my right shoulder.
Rolling my eyes, a wave of irritancy washed over me. I was so over this dude and always coincidentally ending up in the same spaces as me. He had to be stalking a bitch cause there was no way he was everywhere I was.
Snaking his arm around my waist, I turned my lip up in seconds. Turning around, I pushed his ass as hard as I could. He barely moved an inch. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me, Ashaun. We ain’t even ‘bout to play like that!” I spazzed.
He took a few steps back with his hands up, wearing a mischievous grin.
Why the most annoying niggas got to be so damn fine?
Tilting his head to the side, his gaze traveled my frame from head to toe.
Once again, I felt my body temperature rise.
Ashaun was nothing shy and I loved that shit.
There was no denying that. However, his confidence was annoying.
I gave him a quick onceover as well and this man deserved every hoe he had on his dick.
Mixed breed and tatted. I swear it ain’t get no better than that.
His hair wasn’t quite as long as his brother’s, but the short curls fit him.
His beard complimented his chiseled features, and those thick brows carried slits on the end. He knew the bitches was on his body.
“Newcomers don’t get special treatment. Ain’t that right, Monica?” I threw over my shoulder.
“Whatever you say goes, Guava Princess,” she said agreeing with me.
Smirking, I chuckled and said, “Whatever I say goes baby boy. I know you heard her.”
“I did, and I’ll respect it. You smell as good as you look. This cream complements you. Where you headed?” he inquired.
Staring at him with a look of confusion, I was left wondering why he felt he had the right to know about anything I had going on. He wasn’t my man and vice versa. I wasn’t the least bit curious about his entertainment for the night.
“Ashaun, that ain’t none of yo’ business.”
“So, make it my business then. I’m trying to be everywhere you at,” he answered with that sly grin plastered across his face.
“Monica, you got time? I’m ready,” I threw over my shoulder ignoring him.
“Of course. Follow me,” she instructed.
Turning on my heels, I proceeded to strut behind my girl. She led us to the back office where Midas kept certain strands off the floor for people like me. I was like a kid in a candy store the way my eyes lit up. Ashaun was on me like white on rice not giving me a chance to breathe.
“I mean damn. Can you back the fuck up?” I asked irritably.
“Can you? I got a big ass dick waiting to make a home in the pussy. I just know that ass got a hell of a ripple effect, too.”
So fuckin’ annoying but so goddamn bold that my body slightly reacted. A small tingling sensation formed in my stomach as the thought of my kitty being stretched began to loop. I wanted him to stamp everything he spat, but I couldn’t bring myself to accept the challenge.
“Begging already?”
“Never been too proud. I want it, Akira,” he stated closing the very small gap between us.
Looking up into his face, I damn near buckled. He was too fine for his own good. Anybody that called this man anything but sexy was a flat-out liar. However, nothing could get me to admit it.
“I prefer pussy. I’m flattered though. Monica, give me some of everything,” I said finally walking away.
“Even the shrooms?” Monica asked.
“Yeah, I’m getting ready to hit the club, and I ain’t letting shit kill my vibe. How much it’s gon’ run me?”
“One sec.” While she added up my total, Ashaun rested on the back wall not giving too much. Nevertheless, his eyes followed my every move. If it was anyone else, I would’ve felt uncomfortable. For some reason, that feeling never came with him. “It’s $1,250.”
Digging in my purse, I pulled out my black card and extended it in her direction.
Before she could take it from me, Ashaun was placing a rack of blue faces on the counter.
I smirked annoyingly at his gesture. I ain’t never needed a nigga to pay for shit.
Monica was hesitant about whose currency to take.
Laughing, I said, “I ain’t mad at cha.”
Stepping back, I let him pay for our substances that were soon to be abused.
We walked back to the front carrying two separate bags.
I was over this little run in with Ashaun.
Sage Springs had never aggravated me the way it did tonight.
Thankfully, the place I was headed was much more secluded and enjoyable.
With my phone ringing, I screened the call from my watch. Seeing that it was someone I actually wanted to see, I answered.
“You called at a good time,” I said wearing a small smile.
“Is that so? I want to see you tonight. Can I come through?” she questioned.
“Meet me at The Elevator in twenty.”
“On my way,” she said ending the call.
I was done with Leafica so there was no need in lallygagging. I had pussy waiting on me. In a much better mood than before, I turned to Ashaun saying, “Enjoy yourself love. I got to go.”
Throwing up the deuces, I walked out the door with a one track mind. Still not letting a bitch be, he was trailing me to my car. I ain’t know if it was him being a gentleman or what. Hell, to be honest, I truly didn’t give a fuck.
“The Elevator, what’s that?” he inquired wearing a smirk.
“Nothing you’ll be interested in. Goodbye Ashaun.” I opened my car door and hopped in without so much as another word. Without looking over, I started the ignition and pulled off.
As soon as I came to my first red light, I rummaged through my bag and pulled out the jar of shrooms. Psilocybin always granted me a good time and since wet pussy was waiting to sit on my face, I was overly excited.
Once I got my share down, there was a knock on my window.
Immediately, I grabbed my Glock by my steering wheel and pointed it to the left of me.
Ashaun stood there with that same lame smirk as if we wasn’t in the middle of the street.
I could tell this crazy shit was up his alley, and it oddly turned me on seeing that he didn’t care.
Horns were blowing, and he’d yet to budge.
I released a deep breath out of irritation, threw my car in park, and hopped out.
I was more than annoyed with him, and he knew it.
“Muthafucka, are you trying to die? What the hell, Ashaun?” I shouted.
“A nigga just trying to have a good time, that’s all. Tell me ‘bout this Elevator shit.”
“I ain’t telling you shit. Get the fuck away from me, Ashaun. I’m tired of saying that shit, too. Me and you ain’t happening. You blowing me before I even get my high, bro’. Go find something to do and leave me the fuck alone!”
With that, I hopped back in my whip and sped off.
I wasn’t a rude bitch, but Ashaun’s persistence was taking me there.
Mercedees and her rendezvous was more than enough stress.
Now I was dealing with a fine ass nigga that wanted to breathe the same air as me by any means. I didn’t need this shit right now.
I cruised through the city until I was in close proximity of The Elevator. The building appeared to be nothing more than a worn down warehouse. However, it was anything but. Nairobi wanted her place to be in plain sight. Many individuals passed by it without so much as a second thought.
The contents of the place was filled with desires one could only fathom.
Since Nairobi and I had history, I was offered a diamond membership.
I accepted it without hesitation. This was the only sex club in Sage Springs that allowed you to do you without restrictions.
Of course, she had her rules and regulations but for the most part, you could be yourself.
Pulling into the parking lot, I noticed there was little to no spaces left. I knew what that meant causing my lil’ mood to go up another notch. I copped a spot behind a silver and blue corvette. The parking lot was full of money.