Chapter 4 #3
Lately I had been on a hood nigga fast and I swear I was failing miserably because for some godforsaken reason I thought that Namari and I could keep it platonic.
I failed miserably at that, and the sex was fucking amazing.
Shit, it wasn’t like I was going to ask the nigga for his hand in marriage or even try and claim him.
I would’ve appreciated it if he wasn’t stingy with what was between his legs.
I felt my phone ringing in my back pocket, which meant she was downstairs.
I didn’t bother checking to see, I just grabbed my purse to leave. Bobby was one of the most impatient people I knew. Nah, scratch that Ommy was the impatient one. She hated to be waiting on anybody.
“Bitch, I’m tryna find my next sponsor tonight and you’re taking your sweet ass time.”
I chuckled knowing she was dead ass serious.
I loved my girl, but we differed in that thought.
I never needed nor wanted a man to take care of me.
I had my own and I liked the idea of providing for myself.
That way I never became too dependent on someone taking care of me.
It was simple for me though, I liked money so every chance I got I went out and made it.
I guess I could see why she was rushing to get over here.
Ever since we hopped out of the car the niggas were out here by the plethora.
Unfortunately, I had sworn all of them off so in no way was I about to entertain any of them.
I’d probably give some good conversation and a few smiles, but otherwise I was going home alone and not giving my number out.
I’d pass on any of that because I was serious this time.
“Loosen up, what’s gotten into you?” Bobby’s voice made me turn around.
She was now standing behind me with two small semi clear plastic cups in her hand. She held one out for me and I accepted it without question. My girl knew me and the brown liquor in the cup was only the best.
“I am loose.”
“Um no you’re not, but after a few shots you will be. What’s gotten into you?”
“Nothing.” I lied. I didn’t tell her too much of my business on purpose.
As a matter of fact, the only person who I told any of my business to shared my blood.
These other hoes only got that surface shit.
It was nothing against Bobby, because I loved her, but I also knew her.
We partied together and got a good meal from time to time but that was it.
“Yeah, tell me an—Cousin! I sure thought you’d be coming in here loaded.” She squealed and then rushed past me to someone to my left.
When I finally looked to my left, I was lost for words at how beautiful the figure she was all over was. Shit if I didn’t know any better, I’d say Bobby was on that for her own cousin.
“C’mon B, you know me better than that.” He spoke to her, but I could feel his deep hazel eyes on me.
I can’t front and say old boy isn’t fine, but it didn’t matter I meant exactly what the fuck I said.
No more hood niggas. I purposely looked away from Bobby and her cousin.
Fine was an understatement, but I couldn’t even go out like that.
This nigga was cut the fuck up and fresh out.
I could only imagine what he went in for.
In real honesty I could only imagine how much of a menace he was about to be just by being out.
I kissed my teeth when I heard her voice getting closer.
“Yeah, this is my girl, Surah. Surah, this is my cousin Requ.”
I turned and looked at him with a polite smile tugging at my lips. “Welcome home Requ.” Seconds later I extended my hand to shake his.
Biting into his bottom lip he gripped my hand like he was about to pull my body into his. Then he brought my hand to his lips and kissed it. “Surah. I like that.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I just nodded my head. Then he had to fuck up the moment and ask the hoodest hood nigga question of them all. “You gonna come kick it with a nigga?”
“I’m here, aren’t I?” I looked at him in confusion.
“You are, but yo’ pretty ass is all the way over here. What if I want you near me where the action is?”
I chuckled and looked around, before my eyes landed back on him. “How about you enjoy your party and find me later on? That way you can entertain your people without having to keep me company.”
He smiled. “That's a promise.”
“What?”
“That you ain’t gonna sneak up outta here and have me ringing my cousin up to find you.”
I nodded my head. “I’ll be here.” I was lying my ass off. I had already told myself that I was getting out of here within the next two hours. It was nothing against him, but everything against him.
He nodded his head and gave me one last look, before he swaggered away toward the group of men rolling dice. Typical hood nigga shit.
“No, really. What’s up with you? You should’ve been hanging off that nigga.” The way she spoke you wouldn’t believe this nigga was her blood cousin.
I shook my head. “Nothing, I just want to have a good time and find my bed in the next few hours.” I shrugged.
“Aye.” I heard a familiar voice fill the air.
I ignored it the first time, but the second time I couldn’t because obviously whoever it was had to be talking to myself or Bobby.
When I looked up, I locked eyes with none other than Namari. I just knew Mr. Ghost A Bitch wasn’t talking to me. He had to be talking to Bobby. In pure pettiness I looked around making sure to act like I didn’t see his weird ass.
“I know you see me fucking calling you, Surah. Come the fuck here.”
“How do you know Namari?” Bobby asked.
“Long story. I’ll be right back though.”
“Tuh hell. Those niggas get money, I’m going over there with yo—.” Before she could finish her sentence, her mother was calling her. She rolled her eyes to the ceiling and immediately went to see what Ms. Jackson wanted.
I chuckled, before walking over to where Namari stood. I wasn’t studding him, but I also knew he was ignorant, so he’d show his ass before he let me ignore him.
“Fuck you doing out here?” He grabbed the loop of my jean shorts and pulled me into him.
“Minding mine. The fuck is you doing out here?” I asked in the same tone that he used. I hated niggas that thought they could go missing and come back to the same treatment. Namari had the wrong bitch at the right time.
He laughed, then looked down at me. “You look good, wife.”
“Wife?” Some nigga with a big head asked in confusion. His eyes were trained on Namari.
“Yeah, nigga did I stutter?”
I laughed. Here he was with this wife shit fucking up any action that I could’ve gotten. I didn’t want any, but he didn’t know that and apparently, he didn’t give a shit.
The two guys standing next him started laughing while he focused on me.
“You still ain’t thoroughly answered my question.” He said that part lowly like he didn’t want anybody to hear him.
I laughed. “What do you want, Namari?”
“I’on even like that. Call me husband. It has a better ring than you pronouncing all the syllables in my name.” Again, he was speaking low, but he had me cornered between him and his truck.
“I’ma call you what fits. I should be calling your ass Casper.”
Again, he was laughing, which infuriated me.
“What’s funny?” I asked mugging the shit out of him.
“You. Don’t you got my number? And don’t you know where I live? I ain’t the only one of us that went missing?”
I was about to respond when I heard a squeaky voice.
“Mari, baby I thought we were chilling today?” Seconds later I looked up and locked eyes with a red-haired female standing a few feet from us.
I had to laugh because here I was about to get caught up in my feelings over this nigga and this was what he was up to.
I couldn’t get mad though, because on my life I knew exactly who he was, but I guess it was time for me to show him what type of dog I was.
“You see me talking to my wife, don’t you?” He didn’t even look up at her.
“Yeah, but…” her sentence trailed off like she didn’t know what to say. Shit, if a nigga ever talked to me the way that he had just spoken to her I’d have a few things to say.
“Then apologize and move the fuck around. Got her looking at me crazy and shit.” He leaned forward and kissed my temple.
“My bad I was ju—”
“Nah, not to me. Mrs. Payne.”
“My bad Mrs. Payne.” Then she stomped off leaving us all there.
As if she hadn’t just interrupted, Namari was on something else.
Before I could say anything to him, he pulled me back, opened the passenger side door to his car and motioned for me to sit.
Of course, he helped me up into the seat, but before I could close my legs he stepped between them.
“You need to stop telling your hos that I’m your wife because the first one to run up on me in the streets is gonna catch a hot one.”
He laughed. “You got a hot one to give?”
“Plenty of them.”
He continued to laugh. “Good to know.”
A brief silence filled the space, before he picked his head up and randomly kissed my jaw. I don’t know why, but that whole act was sweet, even though I knew for a fact that Namari wasn’t a sweet nigga. He was far from any of that.
“You purposely got me over here while you fuck up all my action, huh?” I asked.
“And you know it. Ain’t none of these niggas on shit, you’re fucking with the best so fuck the rest.” His lips were centimeters from mine as he looked me in my eyes.
“Corny ass.”
He smiled right before he smashed his lips into mine.
What started out as a few smooches turned into one of the nastiest kisses of my being.
Now there was possibly no way not to be on my back tonight, because this shit right here was addicting.
He was addicting even though this entire situation was both of us playing with fire.
“Tell yo’ hos you’re going home tonight. No play time.” I demanded the moment our lips parted.
“Bet.”
Luna