Chapter 20 Baye
Saturday
“I Get The Bag” by Migos blared through the surround sound speakers in the mansion I rented. Over seventy people were in attendance since Tray posted the flyer on Instagram, letting everybody know that he was home, and there was a party happening.
A ‘lituation’ was what he called it.
I knew the turnout was going to be big because we had always been popular in our community.
While I liked to be low-key, Tray was my opposite.
This nigga loved a good turnup. My moms, pops, and Tray’s moms, Vicki, cooked all the food, and Sheena, of course, was in charge of the decorations and guest list. Sis did her big one, as always, and had the house looking like something out of an event planner magazine.
There were a lot of balloons, streamers, banners, and pictures with his favorite colors, blue and black.
I made sure to hire a thorough security team to keep shit in decent order.
People I hadn’t seen since high school were even in attendance, and a few high rollers that I knew were in the million-dollar club. Strippers littered the house with poles on the top floor for entertainment.
It was a little after seven as I sat in one of the chairs surrounding the pool, kicking it with my brother and Tray’s cousin, Jalen.
I was on my fifth glass of Don Julio 1942, feeling nice and vibing to the music.
I couldn’t count how many times I checked my phone since last night, waiting to get an angry text from Alicia, but it never came.
I wanted to apologize for how I spoke to her, but I stopped myself because I felt like she deserved it for trying to play me in front of her whack-ass ex. She knew how much I was feeling her, but she constantly pushed me away, when all I wanted to do was love on her.
The irony that I was falling in love with my boss was blowing me, to be honest. It took me almost six months to fall in love with Nyami, and that was because she practically forced herself on me.
With Alicia, shit just came natural. I never thought of myself being with a MILF, but I guess it only made sense since I loved kids.
Alicia was perfect to me. Too bad she couldn’t see that shit for herself.
Basil, fuck her. She played you, I thought as my finger hovered over her name. I was too buzzed for this shit.
She had me ready to pull up on her ass.
“You been staring at that phone all damn night. You expecting somebody to call, Bro?” Bilal asked.
I am.
“Why you in my business?” I slightly slurred.
Jalen laughed. “Because all this ass floating around here, and you in your phone like you lost your best friend and shit. We been here for three hours, and you been turning down ass like you scared of it.”
“What’s going on, Bro?” Lal asked, staring at me like he was trying to see through me.
“You ever liked somebody so much that they’re always in every corner of your mind? Even when you try not to like they ass?” I asked, staring down into my glass as if I was talking to the liquor instead of my brother.
“Ya ass fell in love with her, didn’t you?” he asked with a smirk resting on his lips.
“Man . . .” I groaned, swiping my hand down my face.
“Fuck her. Where Diamond at?” I looked around for Sheena’s best friend.
Her ass had been trying to fuck me since I met them.
I never took her up on her offer, because I was a man who didn’t like thirsty women.
Thirsty equaled clingy, in my book, and I didn’t want a woman who always wanted to know where I was, what I was doing every second of the day, stalking me, and wanting to always be under me all the time.
I wanted to be the chaser, the stalker, the one wanting to be in their skin.
Backward as fuck. I know.
But I just loved a woman who didn’t mind being chased. But tonight, I didn’t give a fuck about Diamond being thirsty. I could wet her palate with this nut I hadn’t busted in a week.
“Probably already looking for yo’ ass,” Lal countered as we laughed. “Nah, but for real, what happened? The last time I seen you in your feelings was when Nyami got rid of your seed.”
“She tried to play me in front of her ex. Calling me by my last name in front of that nigga like I ain’t have her screaming like a bitch in a horror flick last week.
Dusty-ass, bum-ass, deadbeat bum looking at me like he still had clout.
And her funky ass letting him think that shit, so I outed us.
She ain’t called or texted me since yesterday, and I feel a way about that.
Her ass probably forgave his bitch ass and gave him my pussy.
” Just thinking about that shit had my chest tight.
If she fucked that nigga, I was going to take all her right shoes, take all the bottoms to her outfits and her dresses, pour milk in her facial creams, put magnesium in her soup, and flatten all her tires on some petty shit.
“What did you expect, B? They just got a divorce. It ain’t easy to just turn love off—history off,” Bilal stated.
“I don’t need you to tell me that shit, Bruh.
I knew what I was doing. I wasn’t even going to say shit about us until she did that shit.
I wasn’t mad at her for putting a line between us either, because I want her to heal.
But I’d be damned if she let that motherfucka come back after she gave herself to me.
I don’t give a fuck if y’all think I’m crazy when I say I’ll kidnap her kids and put dye in her shampoo. ”
They both laughed heartily. I smirked and tossed the rest of my drink back. I would never kidnap her kids, but I’d definitely do all that other shit I said if she fucked him.
Trayvon came stumbling out of the house with four women. Two were tucked under his arm, and the other two followed closely behind him. He was loud as hell and feeling himself.
I loved that for him.
Five years was a long-ass time to go without some pussy, so his ass deserved to fuck every piece of ass floating around here if he wanted to.
“Aye, where my nigga at?” he yelled until he spotted me, smiled wide, and walked over to where we sat. His diamonds glistened from the fluorescent lights surrounding the pool, all his thirty-twos showing.
“B, I love you, bro,” he declared.
“Love you too, my boy,” I replied.
“This party lit as fuck, and you understood the assignment when I said bad bitches only,” he said, grabbing the boob of the one on his left as she giggled. “Thank you, brodie.”
“My pleasure, my brother. Glad you’re enjoying yourself.”
“I’m about to go enjoy, alright. We gon’ party a little more before I let them run a train on me. You welcomed to join us. There’s enough for you.”
“Yeah, come on, baby. We’ll make sure you’re taken real good care of,” the one standing close to me purred as she took my hand. She was pretty as hell and looked like a good distraction.
I didn’t hesitate. I stood up, snatched my bottle from the table in front of me, then stepped in front of ol’ girl.
“Let me see your tongue,” I told her. She stuck her tongue out sexily, and I watched it damn near touch her chin. I was impressed, but also checking to make sure it didn’t have white residue on it.
I nodded in approval. “Let’s go.”
“Why we didn’t get an invite?” Jalen asked.
“Nigga, speak for yourself. I’m a married man. I’m trying to live to see my grandkids.”
We all chuckled. Sheena would definitely turn this party into a massacre behind my brother.
“Jay, take yo’ ass on before Raq come drown you in that damn pool,” Tray said as we laughed and headed back inside. Fuck Alicia Danielle Hill, Dancy, Calvert, or whatever the fuck name she wanted to use. If she wasn’t trying to change that shit to Cassidy, then there was nothing else to discuss.
The chick known as Cinnamon was bent over in front of me while I watched her touch her toes and clap her ass cheeks.
“Private Show” by Chris Brown serenaded us while she danced for me.
It’d been a minute since I’d watched some live entertainment.
I had been too focused on completing school and starting my business.
Instead of taking Cinnamon to one of the many rooms, I wanted to watch her dance since she told me she used to dance.
I also needed a few more drinks before I took her ass down.
Cinnamon and the 1942 were doing a great job of distracting me from thinking about Alicia.
We were in a private section of the house on the top level, where the stripper poles were set up.
I had Zelle’d her a thousand dollars to be my distraction for the night, and so far, she had been doing a good job.
I was slouched down in the comfortable chair, watching her move her body in a beautiful rhythm that had me slightly hypnotized. I palmed both of her ass cheeks, then slapped them. I watched her fat ass ripple and became increasingly horny. I pulled her onto me, and she ground her hips into my lap.
“I’m ready to fuck,” I whispered in her ear, then kissed it.
“I’m ready to fuck you too, baby. I feel that big boy ready to play.” She giggled.
“You gon’ let him play in that mouth too?”
“He can play wherever there’s an opening, baby.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Basil.”
I looked up to see Sheena standing across from me with none other than the woman I had been in my feelings about.
She was dressed in all white—a white cropped shirt showing off her slim waist, a white skirt that hugged them thick-ass hips like it was painted on, and white toes and fingers, looking like the perfect angel.
She wore light makeup on her face, and her hair was wild and curly, making her look like a grown version of Chloe.
She was mad.
Pissed, actually.
I could tell.
Her cousin Rae stood next to her, frowning hard, but not at me. Her eyes were fixed on Cinnamon like she’d stolen money from her and was ready to pounce.
A light smile lifted on my face as I stared at Alicia, then I turned the bottle up, taking a shot to the head.
“What’s up, Mrs. Hill? What you doing here?” I asked.