Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
“Niggas be lurking and praying an egg head nigga like yourself gets it wrong.”
-Namari
Namari
With the cup in my hand, I watched Kasey and Aura roll while the smoochies flocked.
I kept my nose clean, because I wanted to go in the house and get my dick sucked.
Last time she saw me on one of those ho’s snaps and refused to gimme head for days.
It wasn’t like I was smiling and posing, the bitch caught me off guard on some sneaky shit.
Surah wasn’t going for that though, and it made me want her even more.
She didn’t nut up or threaten to fight a bitch, she took that shit out on me as she should’ve.
Even though it was a picture I got what she was saying, and next time I promised to knock a bitches phone out of her hand before she could snap it.
She agreed to that shit too and that’s what made us so fucking ridiculous.
Ever since we made this thing between us official, we’ve been locked in.
I always pictured this relationship shit boring and annoying, but it was the opposite.
Though we were just getting started Surah and I couldn’t have been doing better.
“You still make yo’ own decisions or does your wife tell you what you can do?” Kasey stood up straight and looked over at me.
I gave him a fuck outta here look before shaking my head. “Fuck you talking about, Kasey?”
“You know niggas ain’t really seen you around. You pop in and out like a nigga tryna keep a good home.”
Aura laughed and so did I.
“The fuck is so funny? I know it’s getting cold, but neither of you niggas be down to hang no more. Niggas took that cuffing season shit and ran with it.”
I chuckled. “Fuck else am I supposed to do?”
He shrugged. “Not get a fucking wife.”
I laughed again. My boy was still stuck on the wife part and that shit was hilarious to me. “I fuck with her like that.”
“Don’t be tryna explain yourself to this nigga. He likes to talk about the same set of pillow bellied bitches that he finds attractive. Nigga mattress hops during these seasons.”
We all laughed. “Sure in the fuck do. But I told you, bitches ain’t stuffing belly in the leggings no more. They’re stuffing that fucking faja.”
I shook my head. “And you don’t like that?”
“Hell nah, because imagine that soggy ass skin after it comes out of that fucking sweat bandage. Niggas don’t want no soggy, nipped and tucked pussy.”
Aura threw his hands up in surrender. “I’m not even going to fucking ask. You pay that shit too much attention.”
“Nope, I just got a fucking preference. I just want me a naturally fucked up shape broad. Matter of fact you remember shorty your girl tried to put me on with?”
Aura nodded.
“Titties smelled like the inside of a belly button.”
I couldn’t hold back my laughter because he said that with the straightest face. “What the fuck, man?”
“I’m so serious. See they putting that fucking fat everywhere. I’m not with it, just leave it where it’s at. I swear I’ll appreciate it.”
This was his normal spill. Kasey was more bothered by females getting their bodies done than the bitches who had to heal up.
“I feel like you want you a female with a little work done. That way you do—” Aura started.
“I’m saying though. Have you ever looked at the back of your girl and realized that her thighs don’t match her ass?” Kasey looked over at Aura.
“See that’s where you’re fucking starting. Jolly ain’t got no fucking work done,” his brother defended.
“See that’s what she told you, and yo’ stupid ass believed her.” He shook his head and walked over to his tuck to refill his cup. “Just like you believed grandma when she said she wasn’t using the pool pit to sell pussy.”
This nigga was a trip.
“Why do you always have to bring up grandma?” Aura asked after the laughter subsided.
“Because she’s embarrassing as fuck. If I don’t laugh about the he shit I’ma be somewhere with nightmares. Outta all the nigga’s grandmas why does mine have to be the old ho?”
“You keep talking like that, you better hope she doesn’t catch your ass.”
“Catch me? You better hope the first lady doesn’t catch ha’ ass lacking.” He shook his head like he was disappointed. “I hope she keeps that gat on her.”
I chopped it up with them for a while before I ended up going to check in with my brother. Lately it was hard to get in touch with my brother. He was either busy, or all in sis’s face. I swear this nigga was straight up in love, but he denied it if asked.
“Where did you just come from?” North asked the moment he got off the phone with who I assumed to be Gunz. He was cursing the nigga out for having his mother calling him back-to-back.
“Chilling with Kasey ‘nem. I told you to tell Tete that nigga didn’t work out. That soft shit will get a nigga killed.” I shook my head.
Our cousin Gunz looked like a straight up pit in the face but was just as soft as a teddy bear.
If you asked me he was good for nothing and got paid just to get lectured about simple stuff.
I refused to hire him on my side, because I knew for sure his stupid ass would get me locked up.
My business ran itself with minimal input from me, but with a nigga like Gunz on my team I’d be frowned up and pissed off just like my brother was right now.
“I know. Shit is just frustrating. What’s up with them niggas?”
“Same shit different day. Are you good?”
“They figure out that Ralf shit?” he asked.
“As far as I know. If not they would’ve told me.”
“Make sure. You don’t want to be chilling over there and get caught up in something you ain’t a part of.”
I nodded my head. He was right. I was better off being sure instead of assuming.
When I left from with my brother, I went toward Surah’s crib.
Lately that was my routine. Either she stayed at my pace or we stayed at hers.
Nine times out of ten it was her place, because she was in the city while I was all the way out.
She claimed I didn’t have to stop and get shit to eat because she was cooking.
Now, that shit was suspicious because she knew that I knew that she knew her ass didn’t cook like that.
Baby could whip up some breakfast, but I had never seen her go further than that.
Not to mention her grits were a little clumpy, but that was okay because I wasn’t with her cooking ability.
Shit, half the bitches in the world couldn’t cook, but they could fuck and that was all that mattered in some instances.
I wasn’t judging anybody who put their best foot forward just as long as it wasn’t with me.
I needed more than pussy and head. Being with Surah showed me that.
It was what was inside of her as well as her ability to be more than physical.
She was a niggas companion in so many other ways and I was straight up grateful for that.
Hell yeah we had a rocky start, but who hadn’t? Nothing was perfect in this world.
The moment I walked in the door I wanted to turn around, because I wasn’t greeted by Surah, but instead her head doctor ass friend sitting at the island.
“Hey to you too, Mari. She ran across the street to get some milk,” Shorty answered the question in my head.
The market was right across the street literally so she’d be back quick as fuck. I nodded and went to walk into the living room, but then she started talking again.
“So, are you and Surah serious or just kicking it?” shorty was trying to sound sexy, but that deep ass baritone couldn’t be hidden.
I shook my head because this had to be a set up. “The fuck did she tell you?”
She licked her lips and tilted her head to the side allowing her eyes to look me over. “To mind my business, so I figured that maybe y’all are just kicking it. That way me and you could get to know each other. It’s not like Surah is all that—”
“Yo, get the fuck out.” I looked in her direction and then pointed toward the door.
“What? Excuse me?” she asked like she hadn’t heard what the fuck I just said.
“Did I stutter?” I sent her a menacing glare.
Seconds later she hopped off the stool and started toward the door.
“And another thing, stay yo’ ho ass away from my bitch. She don’t need friends like you, I’m her fucking friend.”
She sucked her teeth but continued to the door.
When she opened it Surah’s nut ass was standing on the other side of the door like a fucking serial killer.
Then before old girl could pass her she pulled back and decked her right in the middle of her face.
She fell back all dramatic and shit right before Surah hit her ass upside the head with the gallon of alkaline water that she was holding.
“Not all that? Bitch don’t let me see yo’ face again. Stay out of the fucking way.” Surah then stepped over her and walked into the crib using her foot to close the door.
I chuckled a little, before I walked over and locked the door. Then I walked up on Surah and trapped her between myself and the counter. “Gave you some thug dick and now you think you’re a thug?”
She laughed. “One, I’ve been a thug. And two, she disrespected me. Ion even like that.”
“I saw.” I picked her up and sat her on the counter seconds later.
“You’re my friend?” she smiled and wrapped her arms around my neck.
I chuckled. “Sure am. You got a problem with that?”
She shook her head no with a sneaky smirk.
“Good, now the first rule of business in this friendship. Lemme get some head off you.”
She laughed. “After we eat the world is yours.”
“Just remember you said that.” I leaned in and kissed her lips.
North