4. Daisy Simone December
Daisy Simone December
I had never played about my or my best friend’s respect. I didn’t give a fuck or a duck about us being at this family cookout. This cocooned caterpillar looking bitch gave more of a got fucked bitch than a family vibe. See, when I was at Georgia State University, I learned all about chicks from Charleston. The average Charleston girl was trill as fuck and would buck with no thought. My line sister was from Charleston. On campus, me and her were known as the Rhos that would beat ass with no questions asked if the situation called for it.
When the bitch jumped bad, she was rewarded with my fist in her damn face. See, people often underestimated me because of my size. Where my best friend was a brickhouse, I was more like a brick single family home. Still a house, just smaller. Also, when I was in work and casual mode, I gave nerdy professional with glasses and everything. Niggas loved fucking librarian looking bitches.
The room was in an uproar. Some of the men jumped to separate us as well as stop any of caterpillar’s friends from trying to jump me. One of the girls did get to my hair and pulled it. Katniss did a straight football move to get around Asher and jumped on that bitch. “Bitch, you got us fucked up!” she yelled as she bopped that bitch on her head with one fist and punched her in the face with the other. We were a gang of two around this bitch.
“Yeah, ho, you thought you were going to run up and not get done up,” I said as my fist connected to caterpillar’s eye. Her light bright skin was going to look like a Christmas tree in a little bit. Before I could bless her with another ornament, a set of strong arms lifted me in the air. “Get the hell off me!”
I kicked and squirmed in the arms of whoever held me. It was clear that I was not going to be released from the tight hold that I was in.
“Lil mama, chill the fuck out!” The thunderous roar of the man that held me stopped me in mid-squirm. What thunderous voice of Zeus is this?
He walked me to a side room in the venue. I wasn’t put down until the door was closed. I turned around to see who grabbed me. Oh, good fine black Zeus. “Oh, well I’ll be fucking you at some point.”
His mouth fell agape for a second before he guffawed. “How you go from fighting to talking about fucking, lil mama?” he questioned. He laughed but I saw that dick pitch a tent in his pants.
“My hands were fighting, not my Suga Melon,” I told him in a seductive tone. “One has nothing to do with the other.” That was a fact.
Seconds later, Asher carried Katniss into the room with his sister who held a crying Ashtan, and Asher’s parents. After Katniss was placed on her feet, Asher quickly moved to his sister. “Man, give me my baby.” He rocked his son in his arms. “Y’all fuckin wild fa bamin wit my chap nearby.”
My head snapped in his direction. “So we’re going to act like that fight was our fault and not caterpillar’s?” I tittered. “That’s what’s up. Duly noted. Caterpillars get a pass on disrespecting your son’s mother.”
“Hol up,” Asher said in a low but aggressive tone. “You not fitn to ho me. Da fuck you think I grabbed her fa?” His eyes thinned into slits. “Ion care who been to fight. Ion wan my baby mama fightin, period.”
Katniss stood off to the side. “Maybe you should wrangle your ho ass pussy rangers. If I knew that you hadn’t forewarned anyone about us coming, I would have never agreed to come.”
This shit was wild to me. It felt like we were brought into an ambush or something. That’s strike one against baby daddy.
Who I now knew as Asher’s mother stepped in the middle of the room. “Look, I ain’t care bout none of dat fightin’ shit. I wanna know how I get a new gran and I ain’t seen a new woman. Asher, you betta tell me somethin’ before the next fight be me and yo ass.”
Asher looked like a little boy while he stood there holding Ashtan and looked between his parents. I just knew this big, football ass nigga wasn’t scared of his mama. He cleared his throat. “Mama, dis Katniss Roland and our son Ashtan Kane Wilson. I know I ain’t neva say nothin bout havin a son, but I jus recently found out about him.”
I moved over to stand next to my best friend who I knew was still fuming. In a low voice I asked, “You good, best friend?”
She nodded, looked at me, then responded. “I’m ready to go. I’m not cut for this type of foolishness.”
I felt eyes on me. I turned toward the direction of the eyes that I felt. Zane stared at me with no shame about the lust that displayed in his eyes. I winked before I sent an air kiss his way. He shook his head, but I saw that sexy smirk. I think I just found my newest roster candidate.
I took a second to control Suga Melon to zone back into the room. She could be so uncouth and unladylike at times. Down, girl!
Asher’s mother’s eyes were on Katniss. “So, Katniss, is it? I wanna undastan how my boy jus findin’ out bout a boy dats his and dis baby look bout one?” She shifted on her feet before she crossed her arms over herself. “You ain’t had know who ya baby daddy was?”
See, once again I was going to have to correct a bitch. Before I could do or say anything, Katniss grabbed my hands and looked at me with that shut up and don’t move look. At the same time that she did that, so did Asher’s mother.
She chuckled. “Lil miss, I undastan you takin’ up for your friend out der. Trust me, I do, but wit me, I’m not ga play wit you. Yeah, ya lil hand tricks cool.” This old lady dug in her apron and pulled out a damn gun and cocked it. “I promise you, my bullets got some tricks too.”
My eyes bucked at the sight of the gun. It wasn’t like I didn’t own a gun, but I rarely carried with me. For this lady to not only pull her gun but cock it was crazy to me. What was crazier was that no one said anything or seemed phased. This was just normal behavior.
Katniss stepped forward. “Mrs. Wilson, your question is a valid one. To answer it, yes, I have always known who Ashtan’s father was. The circumstance of how he was conceived gave me pause about coming to Asher to tell him. That was a decision I made at the time for the safety of my son.”
Let’s see who was going to be nosy enough to ask about the circumstances. I was sure that Zane and Asher’s sister knew. Who I assumed was Asher’s father pulled two seats from a nearby table. He brought them over, then told Asher’s mother to sit down. “Explain da circumstance. We all grown round dis bitch.”
I was happy to see Asher step up. He explained in the most respectful way how Ashtan was conceived. His mother questioned how he was sure that my god-nephew was his. Katniss pulled out her phone. She tapped the screen for a few seconds before she extended the phone to his mother. “We did a DNA test, Mrs. Wilson.”
She looked up at my best friend, then took the phone out of her hand. Her husband leaned in to examine the screen with her. It took them a minute before they handed the phone back. Mrs. Wilson stood from her seat. “I ain’t happy wit how dis came out, but dat don’t change facts.” She walked over to Asher who held a now sleeping Ashtan. “Give me my damn gran.”
She gently took him from Asher and held her grandson. She stared down at him before a smile broke. When she looked up there was a tear in her eye. “Y’all gone bout y’all business. Let me show off my gran.” This lady, Asher’s dad, and sister walked out the room like it was nothing.
“I’m not sure, did that go well?” I asked. I was confused as hell right now. “Asher, is your little dick homie gone?”
His head snapped in my direction, but he didn’t say shit. As he still looked at me, he said, “Katniss, let me talk to you for a minute.” After he finally took his eyes off me, he walked over to Katniss, took her hand, then pulled her out of the room.
“I guess it’s just me and you with your hot ass,” Zane commented after they closed the door behind them. His eyebrow arched, matching the top corner of his lip. Sexy ass.
Zane’s hair was a low cut caesar. The beard he sported was full and connected to a mustache. I normally didn’t care for men who had pierced ears, but he made it look good as hell. His arms were huge as a happy fuck and had full tattoo sleeves on both of them. The black fitted T-shirt showed off all of the packs under it.
I smoothly walked over to him and got into his space. He towered over my five feet, six inches height. “I’m a hot ass because I know what I want?”
His head tilted down with slightly tight eyes on me. He didn’t say anything for a moment. When he did speak, his words were comical. “Groupies know what they want too.”
All I could do was laugh. “A woman knowing what she wants makes her a groupie? That is an interesting premise. Narrow minded but interesting.” I took a step back because my damn neck lowkey hurt from standing so close to him with my neck bent back to look at him. “First, a majority of groupies want to be with any dick that has pockets. They also want to be publicly connected to that dick regardless of who it is. Also, most groupies do not respect relationships or marriage.
“By the way, are you in a relationship, married, gay, bisexual, or have a baby mama?” These days those needed to be the first questions that were asked because these dudes were reckless as hell. I would not be caught off guard.
Zane’s face contorted like I’d just cussed him out. “What kind of question is am I gay or bisexual?” After I told him a good one, he confirmed that he was neither gay nor bisexual. He also was not in a relationship of any kind and had no children that he knew of.
“Alright, now that we have that out of the way. Let me be clear. I want the dick, not the connection. I have no desire to be seen with you in public or to have you finance me. Now, I won’t ask, but if you offer, I will not decline.” I paused to let that sink in. “I don’t block blessings. All I want is for you to fuck me amazingly and I will do the same in return.”
His facial expression said everything that I needed to know. His ego wasn’t used to what I wanted. Sure, hos wanted him and more than likely he thought I was one of them. Luckily, I wasn’t concerned with his thoughts of me because I knew who I was. Hos wanted him, but they wanted all the other shit too. I didn’t want or need it. I wasn’t looking nor did I need for him to in any way be or even imitate being my man.
Before he could respond or I could say anything more, Katniss came back into the room. I tried to gauge her mood. She didn’t seem mad or irritated. “Hey, Daisy, come on. Ashtan is going to stay here, but we’re going to go.”
My head bucked back. She had me fucked up. “The fuck you say? I’m not leaving until I at least get a plate.”
“Come on. Mrs. Wilson said the food is ready except the seafood boil,” Katniss said before she turned on her heel. She stopped before she opened the door and peeked over her shoulder. “See you tonight, Zane.”
Tonight! What was going on tonight? Let me find out what this girl planned.
My girl and her baby daddy planned a chill night at a local hookah lounge. Katniss still wanted to be discrete about publicly being out with Asher, so arrangements were made for us to have a private section that was obscure from the rest of the patrons. That was cool with me because again, I didn’t want to be publicly linked to Zane either in any way.
Asher’s mother decided that she wanted to spend time with her grandson, therefore, she asked to keep him overnight. Ashtan was a very friendly baby. Too friendly if you ask me, but he got that honest from his friendly ass mama. When Mrs. Wilson asked him if he wanted to come with her, his little ass nodded his head with excitement. It could have also been the rib he had in his mouth.
I was dressed and waiting for Katniss to get dressed. We decided to get ready at her apartment since it was closer to the hookah lounge. When I heard the bedroom door open from where I sat on the couch in the living room watching television, I turned my attention to her. “Nope, carry your ass back in the damn room and change. We not doing this today.”
She looked down at herself. “What’s wrong?” I didn’t dignify her with a response. She examined her outfit in the mirror that was on the wall outside of her bedroom. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing, Daisy?”
She already knew that I was about to jump down her throat. “Katniss, you know how to dress when we go out. I’ve never seen you dress like you were going to a job interview or some shit. If you don’t go back in that room and act like you’re about to go out with a fine ass nigga.”
“Girl, no one is worried about Asher Kane.” Katniss waved me off. “Just because I chose not to wear a skirt for easy access doesn’t mean I’m not cute.” She side-eyed me. “Ole exhibitionist ass.”
I stood up and smoothed out my cute little skirt. “Whatever, bitch. We’re in a closed section for privacy, so why not use it?”
Yeah, I was risqué and liked to fuck anywhere, anytime. The type of dude that Zane seemed to be, I knew he carried condoms with him. Yes, if he let me, I planned to fuck him right there in the section. I wanted to see just how much fun I would have with my new roster player.
Katniss talked all that shit, but I bet she took her ass in her bedroom and changed her clothes. Now she had on a pair of fitted distressed jeans with a sexy pair of heels. I loved the T-shirt that she’d cut up into a cute style. She let me know that Asher texted her to let her know they were already there and in the section. There was security in front of the section that knew to let us in.
“I’ve never been here, but I heard they have good wings,” Katniss said as we walked through the hookah lounge. The music volume was low enough for the patrons to talk to each other without having to yell. “Oh, and I heard their lemon drops are good as well.”
I shook my head. “Ah shit! Your ass about to get fucked up,” I said with a giggle. “Asher might get some more fan pussy after all.”
We walked up to the section that Asher instructed us to via text and like he said there was security. The burly guy asked Katniss to verify her identity with her state issued identification. Well, damn. Once that was done, he pulled the curtain back to reveal Asher and Zane. This nigga is fine as fuck!
Zane sat there with his legs gapped. I bet he had a big ole dick. My delight rose as I walked over and sat next to him. “What’s up, Zane? How was the cookout after we left?” I really didn’t care, but I chose to start the conversation. “Did Asher’s mighty ho leave?”
He tittered. “You hell, I swear.” He took a pull from the hookah. “For your first question, it was cool as fuck, but all of their shits be a vibe.” Another pull. “For the second, I didn’t see her for the rest of the event, but I wasn’t looking for her. She’s not my bitch.”
His choice of words were interesting to me. I glanced over at Katniss and Asher who were in their own little world and conversation. I immediately went from fuck mode to protective mode. When I turned back to Zane, I asked, “So, that’s Asher’s bitch?”
Zane tilted his head. “That’s not for me to answer or for you to know. If Katniss wants to know that she can ask her child’s father.”
He was right. I would leave the topic alone until I spoke with my best friend. I switched back to my fuck mode. “Have you thought about our conversation from earlier? That’s what we can talk about.”
“Yeah, we could see what’s up,” he said without taking the time to look at me. When he did look at me, he said, “That is if the pussy is worth a damn.” His eyes wandered from my head to my toes. “Ion like loose pussy or suction free mouths.”
He expected me to be offended but I wasn’t. “Understood. I don’t like little, limp, or impotent dick. You have expectations and so do I.”
He didn’t say anything for a moment. I could tell he admired either my looks, my attitude, or both. With a wink, he responded. “We’ll find out soon enough.”
I crossed my leg over the other, then shifted my body more toward him. He had no idea what kind of female I was. He was about to find out. “We can find out right now.”
“Oh, word?” The surprise in his voice was evident. “That’s what you wanna do?” When I told him the ball was in his court, he leaned across me. “Aye yo, Asher. We about to be out.”
He grabbed my hand before he stood and pulled me up. I guess we won’t be fucking in the lounge. Another time, another time. This man moved toward the curtain with me in tow. I pulled my hand out of his before he could open it. He glared at me with confusion.
“I don’t want to be seen with you,” I said incredulously. “Send me the addy on IG and I’ll meet you there.”
His head bucked back a little. He must have thought I was lying when I told him that earlier today. I was dead ass serious. “You got that,” he replied before he pulled the curtain back.
I doubled back to my best friend. “Aye, Asher, can you take her home, or do you need my car, Katniss? I can get a rideshare to where I’m going.”
Asher spoke up. “Nah, I’ll make sure my baby mama get home safe. Don’t worry bout her. I got her.”
My phone dinged just as I nodded in understanding. I saw it was an IG inbox notification. The corners of my lips turned up.
Zane_The _Greatest: 1212 Charlotte Way. Room 1934
Daisy_Baby_Clt: Be there soon.
I was about to fuck the football stats out of this nigga with no remorse. Ironically, it had been a while since I had sex. I’d been on dates, but I was focused on other things in my life. I knew when to focus on my life’s success and forego dick.