Chapter 9 #2
“Fine, I’ll go next,” Brielle stated. “Um, I’ll say off the top of my head, and don’t judge me because y’all already know I’m fucked-up, and I don’t even know if it’s noon yet, but I love a nigga who is in touch with his feminine side.
And I ain’t talkin’ on no bitch shit, but just someone who can be gentle and compassionate. I love that shit.”
“Girl, it sound like all a nigga gotta do is recite you a haiku and you give up the pussy,” Lauryn joked.
Snickers bubbled through our mouths, including Brielle’s. “Shut up!”
“I’m the complete opposite! Give me a nigga that’s gon’ dog this pussy out, okay? I don’t want no hugs and kisses all the time, I just want a tall, hard-working, strong ass, pussy slaying nigga!” Lauryn declared.
“Amen to that!” I said, giving her a high-five.
“So, what you saying is Donovan’s baldheaded, light-skinned ass be havin’ you crawlin’ up the walls every night, huh?” Shauna asked Lauryn.
“You muh’fuckin’ right,” Lauryn boasted. “And you leave my baldheaded, fine ass nigga alone,” she mocked.
I shrugged. “Y’all lucky y’all all got somebody because there’s really nothing out here. Not that I’m looking, but I’m just saying.”
“So things are done, done with you and Omar?” Brielle asked.
I bobbed my head. “Stick a fork in that shit.”
“So, what happened with that?” Brielle asked.
“Yeah, I don’t think I ever got the full story either,” Shauna said, eyeing me and bunching her arms up against her size DD-chest.
I shook my head. “There’s literally nothing to tell. One day shit was good and the next day it wasn’t. He packed his shit and he left, and I haven’t heard from him since,” I told them.
Shauna and Brielle looked at each other, silently trying to figure out which one was going to call me out on my bullshit. Instead, they turned back to me and shook their heads.
“Niggas,” Shauna said, crossing her elongated legs.
“Mmm, you should’ve been left that nigga. He was probably gay anyway. Where was he from again? Georgia?” Brielle quizzed.
“Guess I’m loyal to a fault. And no. He’s from Florida,” I corrected her.
Brielle smacked her rose pink lips. “Mmm, yeah, no. You need you a nigga that’s born and bred on the West Coast. No more East Coast niggas for you, okay?”
“How are things going with you and Hendrix?” Lauryn blurted out, throwing me for a loop.
Fuck, I thought. Just when I thought I’d made it through the entire boat ride scot free, she brought him up. I couldn’t dare tell them about the embarrassing moment I’d had with him the day prior. We hadn’t said more than a couple words to each other since his sly remark.
That’s the second time this week you’ve blamed me for getting you wet.
I shook my head, trying to push his voice out of my head long enough to figure out a response that wouldn’t prompt more questions from my nosey ass friends. “There’s nothing going on. He stays on his side, and I stay on mine. End of story.”
Shauna tilted her head while eyeing me. “Mmm, you sound angry.”
Brielle chimed in. “I’d have to agree with Shauna’s statement. You sitting over there with a million-dollar dick under the same roof as you and you mad? Girl, you crazy as hell!”
“Crazy as fuck!” Shauna added before high-fiving Brielle and laughing.
“I heard his dick so big, bitches call him The Womb Raider. But as far as we know, no kids, right?” Brielle quizzed, spilling and fishing for the tea at the same time.
“Nope, no kids,” Lauryn confirmed.
“So, that’s even more of a plus. No baby mama drama!”
“You mean no NBA baby mama drama. You know them bitches are extra as fuck. Don’t act like you ain’t never watch Basketball Wives!” Shauna stated.
“First of all, I don’t care about what he’s got between his legs or if he’s got some kids because I just got rid of one nigga. What makes y’all think I want to deal with another one?” I quizzed them.
“Everybody ain’t healthy for you, girl. As much as it sucks, it’s the reality of the shit. But Hendrix…he could be the antidote. That’s all I’m saying. Besides, you know you used to like that boy,” Lauryn said in a convincing voice.
I shot up to my feet. “Okay, first of all, everybody and they mama used to like that boy. The tea is, I’m the only one who was smart enough not to fall for his shit.”
“Girl, sit your self-righteous ass down! I may be fucked-up, but I recall you saying you wanted an honest, fine ass, successful nigga, right? I don’t know if the mothafucka is honest, but he can ball and he look good doing it,” Brielle declared, using my own words against me.
I plopped down in my seat and folded my arms across my chest. They didn’t know how right they were.
I was living under the same roof with a big ass million-dollar dick.
Little did they know, thoughts of him had been playing on mute in the back of my mind since my eyes collided with his on the plane.
Then after seeing what the good Lord had blessed him with, I’d already fucked him every which way to Sunday in my mind.
The dick looked too damn good not to fantasize about.
I’d rehearsed what I’d do to him over and over again until I practically had it down to a science.
Lauryn gasped. “Oh shit, I’ve got an idea!”
I shook my head. “Whatever it is, no.”
“I need you to keep an open mind, Cass.”
“What is it?” I asked, rolling my disapproving eyes.
“We’re going out later tonight, right? You should invite him to come out with us!”
A scoff slipped past my lips. “What? No. Hell no! Why?”
“It would be good to see him! It’s not like I’m around when him and Mark ever link up. And girl, you know Donovan is a big fan.”
Shauna bobbed her head. “Hell yeah, Trey is too.”
“So not only do I have to suffer in my villa, but now you’re asking me to suffer through an entire outing with him just so y’all men can get their fangirl on?”
“Please? It is my birthday, remember?” Lauryn reminded me.
Brielle chimed in, “I mean, my nigga ain’t a big basketball fan, but honestly, I just want him to come so I can watch you squirm.” She chuckled, rubbing her butterscotch-colored shoulder against mine.
I kissed my teeth. “Whatever. I’ll ask, but I ain’t making no promises. And if the nigga says no, I’m not begging his ass.”
“That’s all I’m asking,” Lauryn agreed.
“Can we be done with nigga talk now and get back to these shots and fun shit?” I asked, before pouring myself another shot.
“Pour another round, then!” Brielle cheered.