Chapter 6 #3
The sound of the door opening made me look up from the candle I was holding.
“Good morning Ommy and Surah.” My eyes landed on Niema walking through the door and the devil walking in right behind her.
Well no he wasn’t the devil, but I found it mighty odd that he had appeared while we were discussing him. Now that had to be trickery.
“Hey, Ema and good morning to you too Namari.” Omyia greeted an obviously stuck Namari. This had to be the scene out of one of those movies with the sappy ass ending.
He stared at me for a while, before finally looking toward Ommy. “My bad, Ommy. I came in here to get a few more scents for the crib.”
I expected him to stop where Omyia was, but he didn’t. Instead, he kept on walking until he reached the space I was in. Then he stood in front of me for a while almost like he was waiting for me to speak. I didn’t though, instead I focused on labeling the candle in my hand.
When I didn’t acknowledge him, he sighed deeply. “This where we at?”
“Been there.”
He laughed. It wasn’t a joking laugh, but more of an annoyed chortle. “Come talk to me right quick.”
“I’m busy.”
“You ain’t fucking busy. You've been holding the same candle since I walked in this store. Now come on before I snatch your ass up outta here.” Then with all that authority in his chest he turned and walked toward the back office like he knew his way around.
Seconds later Niema emerged from the back ready for some direction from Ommy.
I looked in Omyia ’s direction and she had the biggest smirk on her face.
“You better go see what that man wants.” She chuckled before she walked toward the front of the store to meet Niema. “Don’t be fucking in my office either.” She tried to say that last part low.
“Ewww.” Of course Niema caught the last part of Omyia’s statement.
“Don’t listen to her, Niema.”
Niema still had a disgusted expression.
After I felt like I made him wait long enough, I went to the back. When I stepped back there he was leaning against the desk just looking at me. “We got beef, wife?”
“Nope and I’m not your wife.” For the first time ever I corrected him.
“You are what I say you are to me.”
I laughed angrily. “What game are you playing, Namari?”
“I could say the same fucking thing to you. Fuck you doing hanging out with Raqu?” He stepped into my face.
“Why not? He’s not my man and neither are you.”
Now it was his turn to laugh angrily. “So, you don’t want me?”
I looked up into his eyes and saw something different. His eyes housed what I’d been feeling. In that moment I realized that I wasn’t the only one of us carrying my heart in my back pocket. “Of course I want you, but I’m not willing to walk around in denial like I don’t know who you are.”
He shook his head. “You know me just like I know you.”
“Do I? This is just too complicated. You and I bo—” I didn’t get to finish my sentence because his hand was already below my jawline and pulling me further into him.
“Fuck everything you were about to say. I want you and you want me. We go together real bad, shorty.” Then he leaned down and licked my lips, before mashing his lips against mine.
Before I knew it his tongue was down my throat and we were seconds from going there.
I caught myself and pulled back, leaving him to look at me like I was crazy.
Like the dominant he was he picked me up and put me on the counter. He stepped between my legs and began to zero in on my neck with his lips. “Let’s go.” He dragged his lips against my flesh.
“No, I gotta work. Did you just quote Young Miami?”
He stepped back and laughed at me. “Sure and the fuck did. She ‘ont know what she stumbled on when she said that dumb shit.”
I shook my head. “I just hope you mean what you said.”
“Don’t fuck around. You already had me at my brother’s place with the can't eat can’t sleep shit.”
“Awe, you couldn’t eat, baby?” My hands were on his face while he looked me in my eyes.
“Yup, while you had your ass out there in that nigga’s face.”
I shook my head. “Well, you my nigga now, so I’ll be in your face.”
“You say that, now keep those niggas out of ya space, or I’ll be playing behind the trigger on your behalf.” He was so serious that all I could do was nod my head. “Real fucking bad, ma.”
“I’m glad we have that understanding. Now do me a favor and put all your smoochies on standby, because just like you said real bad I’m on that as well.”
“Smoochies?” He looked confused.
“Hos, Namari. Don’t play with me. You know what I mean.”
He laughed. “I got you. Now let me get out of here before I find myself in here.” He winked with his vulgar ass.
When he stepped back, I hopped off the counter.
“You got any jobs this weekend?” he asked as we walked out of the back.
“No.”
“You’re spending the weekend riding dick, baby.
I’ll feed you from time to time to keep you energized, but it’s up,” he said that low as fuck, before he kissed the side of my face and went about his day.
I watched him walk out of the door before I could breathe again.
Only then did I have enough oxygen in my body to ask myself what the fuck I had gotten myself into.
I got home a little later than my usual time, but I was more grateful than ever.
My feet hurt and I was starving. Namari was bringing dinner, which we had agreed to via text after he showed up to Ommy’s earlier.
After he left earlier I got in my head about us.
It wasn’t because I didn’t trust him or anything like that, but because I didn’t trust myself.
I liked him too much, and we had a connection out of this world but this was new for me.
Shit, this was new for him too. I feared that this between him and I would end horribly, because not only were we too much alike but some changes brought out the worst in me.
A knock at my door interrupted my thoughts. I expected it to be him, but when I looked through the peephole I spotted Bobby standing in my view with her hands on her hips. Damn, I didn’t feel like dealing with her right now.
“I know you’re in there. I saw you walk in.” Bobby’s voice trespassed through the door hinges. Days like this made me hate that we lived in the same building.
“That doesn’t mean I wanted to be bothered, ho.” I swung the door open with a little bit of an attitude.
“Girl you love me. I mean I did introduce you to your future baby daddy.” She smiled like she had actually done me a solid when in reality her cousin was just another small minded nigga that liked to do things the easy way.
I didn’t look down on him or anybody out here getting it how they lived, but at thirty-five still going back and forth to jail was crazy.
At this point it was time to find a new nitch.
“Girl bye.” She followed me into my kitchen.
“What? I’m just saying, but what do y’all have planned tonight? When I was at my grandmother’s house he said he was making plans with you tonight.”
I shook my head because he called me after Namari left earlier. I didn’t answer because not only was I busy, but Namari had left me in my head. Who was I kidding, I was trying to step into this relationship with the right foot. I just hoped he was doing the same.
“Bae, why is your door open?” I heard Namari’s voice in my living room before my door closed.
“In here, my bad.” I looked from the doorway where I awaited his presence to Bobby who seemed too damn comfortable at my island. This bitch had to go.
Seconds later Namari walked into the kitchen carrying the bags of food. I was able to talk him into getting Thai food. He had never had it, so I instructed him on what to order. Of course he gave me shit and told me if he didn’t like it I’d be cooking for him.
“Bae?” Bobby said lowly looking from me to Namari. I didn’t like the way she looked at him, but as long as she didn’t come out of her mouth at any point toward him. Yeah, I was already attached to this nigga.
Before I could even give the bitch cool points she did the one thing I was glad she didn’t at first. “So, you don’t remember me, Namari?”
I coughed, then looked from Namari to Bobby. “You know him?”
She nodded her head and was about to speak, but he did. “Don’t come out yo’ throat tryna lie to mine. Yo’ girl gave me head in the at Reeses and I turned your thick throat ass down when you tried to go behind her.”
Now I was really choking because he was so damn brutal.
His face never changed as he walked over and gave me a kiss, before going to my fridge.
Now he was ignoring her presence which made me smile on the inside.
Most bitches couldn’t handle a mean nigga, but me I’d be just fine.
I never wanted a man who was too nice to these hos, he needed to be rude as fuck.
I wasn’t even testing Namari, but somehow he had impressed me.
He had me wanting to find my way onto my knees.
Then like the true king he was, he had grabbed water from my fridge and found his way onto my living room sofa. He was watching football.
“I’ll catch you later, Surah.” Bobby hopped down off the stool and walked toward the door without another word. She wasn’t used to anybody talking to her that way
I waited a minute before going to lock the door behind her. When I returned he was standing in the kitchen looking in my direction. “That’s your girl?” he questioned.
“Before you start, I already know.”
“Good. I ain’t tryna tell you what to do, but that shit ain’t a goo—”
“She really tried to give you head in the club?” I had to ask because that was indeed something I had no knowledge of. I mean I knew my girl was out here trying to get sponsored and find her a baller, but I didn’t know it entailed that much.
He lifted his right hand before nodding his head. “On my life.”
I crossed my arms and just looked at him.
“Shorty has a rep, just take that into consideration when you chill with her.” He walked up on me.
“And what if I have one? Not like that, bu—”