Chapter Eight #3
I crept down her street, with my eyes squinted at the addresses, swiveling my head back and forth, trying to make sure I had the right one.
Matching it up, I parked a few houses down from hers and got out of my truck.
I didn't want to notify her. I'm sure like her, everyone on this block had cameras, so I didn't have much time to spare before anyone was alerted that a random vehicle and an unknown Black nigga was walking down the street, sticking out like a sore thumb.
Walking up to her door, I banged on it, hard enough to scare her ass.
My hand was over the peephole and unless she had a camera facing towards her door, she couldn't identify who it was knocking without opening the door first. The way her foundation was set up, I'm more than certain that she didn't know it was me.
I banged again once more before I heard a loud, groggy tone popping off at the mouth and the sound of her slippers clacking against the tile could be heard the closer she got to the door.
"Who the fuck—"
When she opened the door, seeing me she clicked her tongue against her teeth and tried to slam the door back in my face, but I placed my foot in the doorway, stopping her from doing so.
Out of nowhere, I heard a gun cock, making me pull mine and cock it too.
She had a cute-lil' pink Ruger aimed at me, with a grimace on her face. So I pointed mine at her ass too.
"You think they stopped making guns when they made yours too, love?" I sneered, inching closer towards her.
"I ain't scared to put a bullet in yo ass. Who the fuck you think you are popping up at my house like this? You can't take no for an answer. Is your ego that fucking bruised?"
"It ain't that, love. I had this night planned and special just for you. You might be missing out on your future-husband acting like a dickhead."
"Nah," she chuckled lowly. "That ain't it, because my husband wouldn't have the brain of a toddler, acting fucking childish like this."
"C'mon now," I grinned. "You had to know I was gon' pull up. You wasn't about to ghost me again and have me looking stupid! As much as I don't like yo ass, this shit ain't doin' nothing but making me want you harder and harder."
"I'm not going nowhere with your crazy ass," she spat.
"Yes you is."
I lowered my gun, but hers was still aimed at me. Stepping closer, I purposely made sure to press my head against the butt of it, daring her to pull it.
"Do it, since you bad," I taunted her.
Her eyes turned to slits, before she released a deep breath. Her bottom lip was tucked in as if she was contemplating hard, but didn't have the balls to do it. In a swift second, the gun was placed at her side.
"I ain't scared, nigga! This furniture is too expensive to have blood on it."
"Yeah, whatever."
"Move," she snapped as she brushed past me to close and lock her door. "After this, don't call or text me again. I don't want to see you."
"You don't even believe that, love. You ain't have shit planned."
My eyes roamed over her body in the cute negligee, as her hips swayed side-to-side. The leopard print was cute as hell on her and hugged her curves so good. If she bent over, her ass and pussy would be exposed, because I doubt if she was wearing panties.
Following after her, my eyes snatched away from her body and roamed over her place.
It was neat and pretty as hell inside, but I didn't expect anything less from her, because she lived a very wealthy life.
Where I come from, hoes put on an image that they don't maintain on social media.
They'll be fine as fuck, living from house to house out of a suitcase. Sia had turned her house into a home.
The gray PVC floors were nice, and added a layer of luxury to the white and gold colors decorated throughout her home. There were also a touch of neutral colors like mushroom, tan and shortbread. Everything was so put together and neat. Not to mention it smelled good as fuck in here.
"I planned to be at peace. I don't have to explain shit to you," she retorted, as I trailed her inside her room.
It was damn near bigger than mine. There was enough room in here to house a family of five if she wanted to.
"So this the infamous content room, huh?" I mumbled.
From watching her videos often, she always sat in front of her bed. It was an iMac opposite of that on a desk. Another spot was in front of her couch in the living room.
"Are you shocked?"
"Naw, it's crazy seeing this shit in person…being in your home."
"It ain't like I invited yo ass over here!"
"You got a smart-ass mouth."
"Don't sit on my bed," she glanced behind her to command, pointing at the chaise at the foot of her bed with her short finger.
My eyes couldn't snatch away from her. I didn't even blink when she stripped naked in front of me and tossed her negligee to the side.
It wasn't like I ain't seen it before, but she wasn't trying to hide it from me or be conservative.
Sia had the body of a dime-piece. I ain't trying to make shit about her age, because I've seen so many women with a figure snatched like that, but they paid for it.
Everything about her was taut and tight.
Her nipples were perky as hell. Her titties were nice-sized and they sat up.
Flat as a washboard was her stomach and she had ass so fat, cuffing it with one hand wouldn't be enough.
When she disappeared off into her bathroom, my eyes remained trained on it, waiting for her to appear again.
"Aye, can I ask you a question without you getting offended and shit?"
"No," she retorted, getting a chuckle out of me. A few milliseconds had passed before she said, "What is it?"
"You ain't gon' get offended when I ask you this, is you?"
"I don't know, just ask it."
"Yo body, is it natural?"
That got a cackle out of her. "Why?"
"I just want to know. It ain't gon' make a difference."
"I had a tummy tuck two years ago, everything else is mine."
"Why you get a tummy tuck?"
"Because," she sighed. "The older you get, it's a little harder to lose weight.
I had a mini gut that I didn't like. Around that time I was heavy in the gym, doing what I could to lose it and eating right.
My weight sometimes fluctuates too. It was a conscious decision though and I thought long and hard on it. "
"I feel you. You look so fuckin' good."
"Oh, I know." I could hear a grin in her tone.