Chapter 4 #4
“I couldn’t even do that. I was at her place.
Shit, I’ve been at her place more than my own shit this weekend.
I mean, I keep looking for a fucking flaw on this female, but I can’t find one.
How is it that a person can be so fucking perfect?
” He looked like that question had plagued his mind and was singlehandedly driving him nuts.
I knew Savior like the back of my hand because he was my mud brother, so I knew that shit was new for him.
He was unlike me, whereas I was openly crazy as fuck about a female.
I didn’t hide that shit. I was crazy in the door, and if a bitch decided to fuck with me, then she accepted that I was with all the shit—from stealing car batteries, beating niggas up, and making a few of their asses disappear if they tested me.
Shit, right then, it was taking everything in me not to get rid of Lane’s boy.
I mean, I hadn’t even tasted the pussy yet, but she had me so gone.
I sympathized with my boy because he was new to it.
I laughed. “What are you gonna do?”
“How the fuck am I supposed to know?”
By that time, I was cracking the fuck up. He was fucked up over the fact that he finally liked a female for more than her nighttime activities. “See where that shit goes, and you might end up—”
“Don’t say that dumb shit to me.”
“What dumb shit? You’re the same motherfucker who went to buy a dog, baby boy. That’s family shit, and I’m willing to bet you enjoyed it. You liked it, even though you’re tryna act like fucking that broad Mel and random bitches is your sport.”
He shook his head. “I did like it, but I’m not really up for a big commitment.”
“You sound like a bitch, but I mean, do what you feel. If yeen ready for it, don’t play with that lady’s time. I’m sure she got ’em lined up.” I used reverse psychology on him. It was my way of letting my brother know that I saw right through him, even when he was too boneheaded to see himself.
He laughed. “That shit ain’t gonna work on me this time and I wish a nigga would. I’ll drop a few behind that one.”
I laughed. “What the fuck, Sav?”
“I told her she can date all she wants for the free food, but that’s it. Ain’t shit shared but time and a meal. I wish the fuck she would test me.”
Again, I couldn’t stop laughing. That nigga was out there forcing a commitment, but he didn’t wanna have one. “What type of shit is this? How can you tell her what to do with her shit?”
“Because I can.” He sat back and rested against his chair.
“You’re playing a game, and I’m pretty sure you don’t wanna go down that road. It’ll show how nuts yo’ ass can really get since you have yo’ ass out here pussy managing.”
“Nigga, fuck you.” He shook his head, trying his hardest not to laugh at what I said.
“You’re saying that now, but wait until it’s another nigga willing to be right. You’re gonna be ready to murk his ass. But we will definitely see how this shit plays out.”
I kicked shit with him for a while before I had to get out and go check up on some shit.
Some shit consisted of Lane’s hardheaded ass.
She didn’t think I’d pull up to her job and act the fuck up.
She had me so fucked up, blowing me off the night before, talking about she had court early that morning.
I didn’t disagree that she did, but that didn’t stop her from bringing her ass to my place.
So I got her work address, and I was on my way to see what the fuck her problem was.
It was nothing to walk past her secretary and right into her office. She was sitting at her desk, looking over whatever paperwork she was holding. She didn’t even notice I had entered, because she had her music loud and eyes peering over the papers as if she’d missed something.
I walked over and turned the speaker off and looked in her direction. She was looking at me with confusion evident in her eyes.
“Yo’ security is shitty. Anybody could’ve come in here on you.” I approached her desk.
She had that sexy smirk on her face. “Anybody meaning you?” she questioned.
“C’mon now, baby. We both know I’m not just anybody.” I leaned across her desk directly into her space as she craned her neck looking up at me. “Now, don’t we?”
She laughed. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Mr. White?”
“You played me last night.” I rounded her desk. I stood next to her for a moment before I helped her up and took her seat. Then I pulled her into my lap.
“There are two chairs over there.” She was referring to the two chairs positioned in front of her desk for guests.
“Yeah, they’re for guests. I ain’t no fucking guest, Lane.”
She giggled. “You’ve definitely gone out of your way to prove that point.”
“Yo, cool it with the lip and pack up. You’ve been in this motherfucker since six this morning. Let’s go, baby.”
“And how do you know I’m ready to go or that I don’t have something to do after work?” She was asking all those damn questions like the lawyer she was.
“You do have shit to do. Me. Now c’mon, Lane. Don’t ask me no more of those damn open-ended questions. Get yo’ shit together and let’s bounce.” I helped her stand her fine ass up for the second time.
Of course, she did as I asked, but that damn sure didn’t stop her from giving me all that back talk she liked to give.
She’d better be lucky I respected her job because I would’ve had her ass bent across the desk.
Once she was fully packed, she went and stood by the door, looking me over.
“I’m ready. Are you?” She allowed that shit to slip from her lips all inviting and shit.
Just the way she looked at me when she said it had me bricked up.
I didn’t even have plans for when we left there, but I could definitely think of a few.