11. Chapter Eleven
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Chapter Eleven
Buck
A fter I got Goldie situated, I left her in her room and headed to mine. I only came in here to use the bathroom. I was going to meet Stacks at his club, ‘Stacks On Deck’. I needed to decompress from today and all the shit that was going on around me. What better way than to look at some big booty bitches. Once I handled my hygiene, I grabbed the keys to my Audi and left. I told Goldie she had free rein inside the house, so I didn’t need to run anything else by her.
When I pulled up to the club, I parked in the back by his car. The only time he wasn’t on that bike was when he had to handle money. It looks like I came on the right night. After punching in the code to the back door, I let myself in and headed inside to see where Stacks was. You would think he didn’t have a business of his own the way he was always up in mine, but that wasn’t the case at all. The nigga had the hottest strip club in the city, and some of the baddest bitches worked here.
I made my way through the crowd and headed to Stacks’ suite that was up top. It was a glass room that he could still look down and peep shit. When I got up there, he was smoking a blunt with one of the niggas that be at the bike yard named Stone.
“Damn, nigga. You look like you need a hug,” his ignorant ass chortled.
“I’on need shit.” I pressed the button on the side of my chair to get the waitress that was assigned to the section attention.
“Yes?” she cooed into the phone.
“Bring me a bottle of Louis. Unopened,” I ordered.
“Be right up,” she countered.
“You paying for that shit, too,” Stacks threw out.
“Get it in blood, nigga.” I smirked. This nigga knew damn well I wasn’t paying for shit like he wasn’t paying for shit when he came to Linc’s or Vault.
“Wassup, though. I see the shit all in ya face. Some shit happened?” I glanced over at the nigga Stone. I was cool with him but not cool enough to discuss my personal business in front of him. Stacks caught on and asked him to give us a minute. Nodding, he left the suite and gave us the privacy we requested.
“Now, wassup? I know it has to be something because this is the second time you came to me for a counseling session. That’s usually Kilo’s job.” He smirked.
He was right. I usually talked to Kilo because this nigga was never serious about shit. I didn’t have a choice right now, so I had to talk to his ass. Scrubbing my hand down my face, I leaned back in the chair and told him all about me taking Goldie back to my crib and telling her she had to stay there before dipping out.
“Nigga, this is the second time that you’ve left that damn girl in your home. You’re treating her like a gah damn hostage,” he frowned. “You think this shit is ideal for her?”
“The fuck else was I supposed to do?”
“Not kidnap her ass,” he countered. “What you gone do if she leaves?”
“She’s still there.”
“But for how long?”
The waitress brought my bottle back before I had the chance to respond. After taking a much needed gulp straight to the head, I let the bottle dangle between my gapped legs. “I’on know. I mean, I didn’t know what else to do to get to know her and when we’re at Linc’s, I avoid her ass, and she does the same.” I took another swig from my bottle.
“It doesn’t help that Armani is up y’all’s ass every time you turn around. I say go talk to the girl—with some sense.” He cut his eyes at me. “See what she’s on and y’all go from there. She doesn’t seem like the type to trap you, and I know shit happens.” He shrugged.
I took another swig. “I hope I’on have to kill another bitch for playing me,” I mumbled, or so I thought.
“Everybody ain’t Joi, bro,” he voiced. I gave him a confused look. “I may have been young, but I wasn’t stupid. I ain’t like the bitch and I knew she was sneaky. I saw her with dude plenty times but I ain’t say shit because you didn’t believe shit nobody said about that hoe. That was one of those situations that you had to put your hands on in order to believe it.” He shrugged. I just shook my head because I should’ve known his nosy ass knew something.
“I hear you. Just make sure you take your own advice when it comes to Kasha. That’s a grown ass woman. She knows what she wants, and as much as I love her like a sister, I’d dead her ass if she played with you.” I was dead ass, too. I knew Stacks was feeling Kasha, but he was young, so she minimized it to a crush. But he’s been applying a lot of pressure lately.
“And I’m a grown ass man. I know what I’m doing. You just make sure you don’t stress that girl out while she’s carrying my nephew.” He smirked at the last part of his statement, and I only shook my head. I thought about having kids with Joi, but the shit never happened. After the shit went down with us, I never entertained the idea again or took another bitch serious. I had to laugh at myself because life had a fucked up sense of humor.
I spent a few more hours at the club until I ran across this thick, fine ass chocolate chick. She had one of those asses that you could see from the front. I knew that shit was brought, but that ain’t had shit to do with me. As long as she was able to throw that muthafucka back, that’s all I cared about. Once I secured her for the night, I told Stacks I was leaving. When he saw I wasn’t alone, he shook his head. We made it back to my hoe pad in record time and the moment we got inside, my dick was down her throat, but I couldn’t get into the shit. No matter how much I tried to block the shit out, Goldie’s pretty ass kept popping into my head.
“Aye, get up and get on ya knees and put that ass in the air.” Maybe her mouth was just trash, I thought. After securing the condom on, I slapped her ass before sliding my semi-hard dick inside of her. I knew my shit wasn’t all the way hard, but this muthafucka still didn’t have no push back. I pushed all the way inside and still couldn’t feel shit. Frustrated, I pushed this hoe on her face.
“You and your wide ass pussy need to leave,” I spat.
“Excuse you, nigga?” She had the nerve to be offended.
“I’on repeat myself. You heard exactly what I said, and I would advise you to take heed of the shit before you piss me the fuck off more than I am.” I stood before her with a deadly grimace on my face waiting for her to get that canyon she calls a pussy out my fuckin’ face. I didn’t bother with saying shit else. I went inside of the bathroom to flush the condom and wash my dick off. When I came back, Grand Canyon was gone. Sighing, I grabbed my jeans and slipped them back on before grabbing my keys. I noticed the few dollars I had in my pocket were gone.
“I’m gone kill that bitch whenever I run across her ass again.”
***
By the time I went upstairs, it was after three in the morning. All the lights were on upfront. I don’t know if she left them on for me or not, but I turned them off before going into my bedroom to shower and take my ass to bed.
When I woke up the next day, it was almost noon. I went inside of my bathroom to relieve my bladder and handle my hygiene before going to holla at Goldie. After making sure I was straight, I stepped out of my room and across the living room to find her in the kitchen.
“What you doing in here?” I asked, startling her.
“Shit.” She frowned. “I was getting some juice if it’s okay with you,” she sassed. She had a fly ass mouth that I wanted to fuck into submission, but that’s how we got in the situation we’re in now.
“I didn’t ask for the smart ass commentary.” I frowned. “You ate?” I asked.
“No.” She rolled her eyes.
“Aight. Go get dressed.” When I said that, that’s when I noticed she was only in one of those skintight two piece shits all the females be wearing.
“I’m good,” she countered, as she rinsed her glass out.
“It wasn’t a suggestion. Go get dressed so we can get the shit you need and something to eat.” She stared at me blankly before storming off. Before she could get past me, I gripped her small arm. Not rough, which surprised me, but enough to get her to stop.
“Chill all that out.” She looked up at me and her expression softened some. “Meet me back here in an hour.” She didn’t respond, but I still let her arm go and watched as her fat ass disappeared down the hall.
Blowing out an exasperated breath, I went back into my room to take a shower and get dressed. After my shower, I oiled my scalp and sprayed my rose oil and water mixture on my locs, then got dressed. I was chilling for the most part, so I threw on a brown Milano Di Rouge tracksuit paired with my brown and white AirMax 90s. I moisturized my face and hands before putting on my Cuban link bracelet and Omega Speedmaster watch. After spraying my Y by YSL cologne, I snapped my grill in and headed to meet Goldie. I hope her lil’ ass was ready because I didn’t want to be out all damn day. When I came out of my room, she was doing the same. Our eyes briefly met before I let them run over her slim, thick frame. I had Kasha grab some shit that I figured she would like, and she did good. Damn good. I admired the pink and white leggings that she had on with the matching fitted crop top. I let my eyes linger on her midsection for a few seconds before dragging my eyes back to hers.
“You ready?” I asked.
She nodded.
We left my penthouse and headed to get something to eat first. There was this Mom and Pops spot I loved. I figured she could get whatever she wanted and be full. We were seated quickly and ordered.
“Can I get the country fried steak with brown gravy, mashed potatoes, fried corn, sweet potatoes, and cornbread with a strawberry lemonade?” I looked at her little ass and tried to figure out where the fuck all that food was going to go. Once I gave the waitress my order, I gave Goldie my attention.
“The fuck you gone put all that food? You’re what? Five feet tall, and a buck-oh-five?” I inquired.
“I’m five feet two, and I weigh one-forty-three. Thank you. I had a taste for that, so I ordered it.” She shrugged. “I can pay for it. It’s no problem,” she stated.
I was offended as fuck for her to insinuate that I would make her pay for her own food. “Did I ask you to pay for some shit?” I asked.
“No, but I—”
“―you, shit. I didn’t ask for your money. If you’re with me, your money ain’t good unless I say otherwise. Aight?” She was looking at me like I said something wrong. “Why you looking at me like that?”
“I didn’t expect you to be…nice,” she voiced, causing me to frown deeper.
“The fuck you mean you didn’t expect me to be nice? I’m a nice nigga,” I stated.
“That’s not what I’ve heard and observed.”
“Fuck what you heard. I treat people how they deserve, so if a muthafucka tells you some shit or you see it, they deserved that shit.”
While we ate our food, I realized Goldie was a cool chick. She told me Mel was her older sister, and the lil’ bad a nigga I seen at her house was her little brother.
“Yo sister got a nigga?” I asked.
“She has something,” she responded. “Why?”
Shrugging, I replied. “Just asking. What she do for work? That ain’t no cheap ass car she drives, and she looks pretty…kept.” He emphasized the word kept, like he was insinuating something.
“She works at the prison in Wood Haven. You ask a lot of questions. What do your brothers do?” She shot back. I couldn’t even get smart with her smart ass like I wanted to because I needed to talk to Kilo’s ass.
“My older brother is in prison, and you already know Stacks. His ass always around.” We both laughed.
“Buck?” I looked up and some random bitch was standing in front of our table, looking between me and Goldie. I was trying to figure out what the fuck she wanted. I didn’t need to ask if she knew me because everybody did.
“The fuck you standing there calling my name for like you got some shit to get off ya chest?” I snarled.
“I―I was wondering if I could talk to you later,” she finally said.
“You talking to me now and I would appreciate if you wouldn’t, so get the fuck out my face.” I frowned.
She looked at Goldie and frowned before turning her attention to me. This time, I stopped her ass before she could start by putting my Glock on the table.
“Since you don’t listen to niggas too well, maybe you’ll listen to my bitch.” I grimaced at her until she got the picture and scrambled off.
“You call that nice?” Goldie asked, stuffing her mouth.
“Yeah. I could’ve killed the bitch.” I shrugged before finishing my food.
We talked some more before I paid the check so we could leave. I’m not even gone front. My baby mama was kinda cool, and that shit made me feel a way that I thought I would never feel again.