Chapter 5 #5
She still hadn’t given me an address, and I didn’t know her well enough to take her back to my sister’s spot.
I had a good time with Glow, but my sister's husband was a retired street nigga, and her best friend was married to a cartel leader. I didn’t like everybody knowing where I stayed when I had my own spot, so I wouldn’t dare disrespect their space like that.
I’d seen how pretty faces came around and brought down whole empires by running their mouths.
If Shio had been pursuing her, I knew she was vetted because dude was on that type of shit.
Still, I wasn’t bringing her to Tuscany’s house.
Looking over at her, she was pulling her braids down the side of her neck again and running her fingers through them.
Her gold jewelry glistened, even though little light could reach the car from the moon and street lamps due to the five percent tint on my windows.
Glow was mesmerizing, and even though I knew her pretty ass was still hungry, she’d been a good first date.
She'd been the best date I had been on in all my dating years, but I wasn’t going to tell her ass that.
Bad enough she thought a nigga was the store runner.
Jagoda Bay was lit up at night, and the streets were half as full as they were during the day.
Traffic out here could be hell, but I’d seen nothing worse than traffic in the A.
I pulled into a parking lot area that overlooked the water that I’d seen riding with Shio a few days ago.
It wasn’t far from the restaurant, so it confirmed to my tipsy ass that we hadn’t been riding around for that long.
Shio told me this was the Bayside Shoppes area, and even though I had visited Jagoda Bay before my sentencing, I hadn't explored many parts of it before my stint.
The more I rode through the city, the more I approved of my plans to settle here.
Parking in the empty lot, I adjusted my rearview mirror to see the traffic behind us before looking out at the water.
Glow had pulled out her phone, and while she was momentarily distracted, I removed my gun from my waistband and tucked it under the seat.
I could see she was still scrolling from the corner of my eye, so I reached for the bag of weed and backwoods I had in the middle console.
“I’ma roll up, but I ain’t gone smoke if it bothers you.”
Unrolling the Backwoods, I made sure it was flat before I started sprinkling Kush on top.
Like its women, Jagoda Bay’s weed was premium.
I started to go without weed like I was doing pussy, but the first day out, my brothers had smoked me the fuck out, and I was back like I hadn’t ever left.
Wasn’t shit wrong with smoking a little weed, anyhow.
It was better to smoke than walk around ready to shoot motherfuckers that pissed you off.
Locking her screen, she slid her phone in her purse and turned her body to face me. She had her legs folded in a way that I couldn’t see her panties, which I appreciated. I was already repeatedly telling my dick that this wasn’t that type of party.
“You can smoke. Had I had my bundles in? Hell no.” She tossed her hair back over her other shoulder.
Baguette smoked with my sister no matter what type of hair she had, but then again, Tuscany changed her styles like I did socks, so she probably didn’t care if her bundles held a hint of smoke.
Licking the blunt to seal it, I nodded. “I gotcha.”
“Ohhh! I love this song!”
I’d forgotten all about the radio playing since I’d removed my phone from Bluetooth. I had the car programmed to ATL’s hip-hop station, but I assumed it station was a pop station out here, based on the song playing.
“Like you, like you, I find it hard to find someone like youuuu!”
Using the lighter, I ran it down the length of the blunt. “Yeah, stick to food reviews, my baby.”
Glow’s mouth dropped open, and she reached over and shoved my shoulder.
I nearly burned my damn thumb from trying to dodge her little pretty ass. “Watch out!” I smiled at her playfulness.
“Shut up. It’s because I had those Lemon Drops. I do not drink. I wouldn’t dare sing in front of a boy. Hopefully, I don’t remember this tomorrow, or I’m going to be too embarrassed.” She shook her head, but the grin on her face told me that she wasn’t regretting those cracked-ass vocal chords.
“You had three sips and four bites of food. Yo’ ass not drunk, and I bet you hungry as shit.”
Snapping her fingers and bobbing her head, she ignored my statement. “Doja Cat be talking that talk.”
“That’s who that is?”
I wasn’t into pop, but I could have sworn the girl she mentioned was a rapper. On this track, she was rapping and singing, and the shit sounded fire.
“Yeap. My girl. I gotta go see her in concert,” she said more to herself than me.
Letting the Kush suffocate my lungs, I thought back to what she'd said before I commented on her flat-ass singing. “So that’s what you on?” My voice rose an octave.
“Hmm?” She was still snapping her fingers, gold bangles just clanking and shit.
Exhaling the smoke at the same time, I replied, “Not remembering our date tonight. Is that what type of shit you on?”
She stopped snapping her fingers and grinned.
Just as quickly as it appeared on her face, it vanished.
The lake in front of us looked like specks of glitter were scattered across it, with the moon above.
In this setting, she looked more desirable than she had back at the restaurant.
It could have been the weed or the yak, but Glow was too fucking fine.
“I’m going to remember the date, Tunan. It’s what I do after the date that I don’t want to remember,” she replied bashfully.
Taking a pull from the weed again, I drew so damn hard that it felt like my chest was about to cave in.
I hadn’t fucked anyone in a year and had no plans to do so either.
That’s why the mob wife shit was throwing the fuck out of me.
I’d been beating my dick in the shower like I did for the last twelve months in prison, but with this soft-ass woman next to me, all of my sworn-off-women talk blew into the dust.
“Is dat rite?”
I wouldn’t initiate shit. I had no plans on fucking, but who the fuck was I to deny a pretty girl a nut?
If Glow was big and bad, she’d come over here and take what the fuck she wanted.
But if she wanted to stay in the playground, that was cool too.
I’d finish my blunt, watch her croak to a few more of these bubble gum-ass songs, and then take her home.
“I’m your first date out. So that means you haven’t had… sex.”
Blowing smoke away from her face, another song came on, and I actually recognized this one. I fucked with The Neighborhood—"Sweater Weather” was every hood person’s song.
“Are you askin’ me or tellin’ me?” I raised one eyebrow.
Gnawing on her bottom lip, she shrugged. “Asking.”
“You know a nigga don’t have to spend two bands at a steakhouse in order to get some pussy, right?” I chuckled at her rationale.
She shrugged again, comfortably bundled in the passenger seat.
Her thinking I had to wine and dine for pussy was cute.
If I wanted some pussy, all I had to do was walk outside.
I could have done that shit in the green Georgia corrections jumpsuit with the stench of the jail on my nuts, and pretty women would still flock to ride my dick.
I’d fucked women for nothing. Just breathing has gotten me pussy. Still, I answered her truthfully.
“But, nah, my baby. I’m chilling. I haven’t had sex,” I admitted.
Again, it could have been the weed, but it looked like she had visibly relaxed. Licking her lips, she lifted in her seat.
“Glow…” Her name came out more guttural than I intended it to.
“Tunan.”
“If you bring yo’ pretty ass over here, I’m not fuckin’ you like you think I am.”
Confusion sat on her pretty-ass face.
My little baby green as hell.
“I’m fresh out the pen, my baby. All that quick pumping and missionary shit that I’m sure you used to ain’t gone fly ’round here. I haven’t fucked in a year. I’m giving out nuttin’ but hard dick. Ain’t shit gone be pretty ’bout it if I get up in it tonight.”
She could do with that information as she pleases.
I expected her to sit her fine ass back, sing, and vibe, but Glow wasn’t as good as I thought she was.
She hoisted her knee over the center console, giving me a glimpse of her nude silk thong.
Once she was seated on my lap, my dick was fighting against my jeans again, and I was blowing smoke in her face.
“I haven’t fucked in two. Luckily, for you, I don’t do pretty in that context.”
I highly fucking doubted that. I knew that even her sex was pretty, and with the way her arousal was smelling, even that shit was pretty.
I meant what I said. If she wanted it, she could take it, so I lifted the middle console.
There was an unopened box of Magnums in it that I prayed wasn’t expired.
I’d been with Stella for those short months, but I hadn’t let my promiscuous ways go for her.
I kept some rubbers because I wasn’t running in shit raw—not Stella or them whores.
Handing her the box, I checked the surroundings one more time before letting the seat all the way back. The way her chest was rising and falling, and how she was holding the condoms like it was a foreign object, was almost comical. Still, I kept my cool because now I was horny and high as fuck.
Pulling from the blunt again, I waited to see if she was really about it. After another few seconds, I hit he blunt and reached for the box. “We ain’t gotta do this shit, Glow. I’m just enjoying your company, my baby. You can keep your spot right here, though. I fucks with the view.”