Chapter 15 #2
I heard a familiar voice behind me. When I turned around, Bianca stood there, dressed in a hot-pink bikini with a matching mesh cover-up.
I couldn’t front. Shorty looked good with her long, blue bundles.
I never cared for colored hair, but she was someone who could pull off any color and still look like a model.
“What’s good?” I kept it cool since we hadn’t been fucking with each other for a minute. She texted me a few times to let me know she wasn’t feeling the switch-up, but there wasn’t much for me to say. I made it clear I was unavailable, and there were no regrets on my end.
“Everything is everything. I’m surprised to see you here. This isn’t your scene.” She took a seat next to me, leaving little to no space between our chairs.
“Yeah, I know. The fellas wanted to get out, so here I am.” I shrugged, ready to get the fuck out of there.
“Well, I’m glad they dragged you out. I’ve been missing you,” she cooed.
Her hand rested on my thigh, and I glanced down at it. When I glanced up, I could already see what type of time she was on. “Oh, yeah?” It was the only response that came to mind.
“Yeah. I miss your presence and everything else that comes with you. I’ve been putting my rose to work, but nothing or nobody makes me cum the way you do,” she purred.
My dick stretched inside my jeans, but I held my breath, trying to think of anything random to get it back down. Bianca must have noticed the shift in energy because her hand traveled further until she reached the imprint of my shaft. I held my breath when she tried to grip me through my jeans.
“Whoa. You gotta chill, shorty.”
I backed up, realizing the drinks I had when I first got there had kicked in. Dark liquor mixed with some good kush made me horny, but this wasn’t the time nor the place.
“Why? You and I both know you want me. Why are you playing so hard to get? Huh? I know you miss me too.”
Once again, her hand reached for my dick, but I grabbed ahold of her wrist.
“Aye, chill. I didn’t come here for all of that.”
“I don’t understand you, East. One moment, we were cool and doing our thing, and the next minute, you’ve completely cut me off without so much as a goodbye fuck. You didn’t care whether I got closure or anything. How is that fair to me?” Bianca whined.
I scratched the back of my head, irritated that I was having this dumb-ass conversation in the middle of the club.
“I don’t understand what kind of closure I was supposed to give when all we were doing was fucking.
It was cool and shit, but I never sold you a dream or offered you anything more than that.
Just dick and a drink every now and then.
Was I supposed to give you a two-week notice to let you know you weren’t getting this dick no more? Make it make sense.”
I wasn’t trying to be an asshole, but I couldn’t understand it.
Bianca and Zenia were acting as if I had broken their hearts and ended a long-term relationship.
If I was honest, Lyric should have been the only one upset because I knew I was in love with her and still kept playing the field out of fear.
Her feelings were the only ones that mattered to me.
“Wow, I guess I was a fool for thinking we had a deeper connection. I’m not even gonna trip, because I can see that young bitch has you sprung.
It’s all good though because I know the real.
She’s a wild card, and eventually, she’s gonna fuck up.
They always do. Just know I’m here when the time comes for you to send her back to the streets.
I know how to be my man’s peace and give him something to look forward to when he comes home.
You’re a good man, East, and you need a good woman on your side.
Call me when little mama fucks up.” Bianca got up, switching to another section.
I wouldn’t lie and say my eyes didn’t linger, but there was nothing more to it. Bianca’s speech was cool, but I wasn’t worried. Lyric was mine, and I didn’t give a fuck what anyone had to say about it.
After Bianca left, I took another shot of Henny.
I probably shouldn’t have, but fuck it. I was vibing, watching the girls dance as I thought about buying a pole for the house.
Lyric would look sexy as hell dancing on the pole.
The image alone had me missing her, but before I could text her, my phone vibrated.
When I retrieved it, I smiled when I saw her contact, but it quickly disappeared when I saw the contents.
My Lola B: You can’t seem to stay away from those bitches, huh? Maybe I shouldn’t have given up my roster so quick.
Attached to her message was a photo of Bianca with her hand in my lap. I didn’t even trip, because it shouldn’t have happened in the first place. She had me fucked up with her roster comment, though.
Me: You got that. I already handled it.
My Lola B: Naw, don’t switch up because you got caught up.
Me: I ain’t get caught doing shit.
Me: You over there talking big shit, but if I FaceTime yo’ scary ass ain’t gon’ pick up. How tf you throwin’ yo weight around and I can’t even see my woman when I want to. What part of the game is that?
Her ass took a moment to respond, which didn’t surprise me.
My Lola B: You can FaceTime me while you tell that bitch to lose your number and that my pussy is your favorite meal.
Me: I’ll do that shit right now, but only if I get to tell Nauri that his baby sister is my personal Twinkie.
My Lola B: Fuck you. That’s the reason I’m fucked up now. I’m going to bed. You better have your ass in this house at a decent time or my relationship status will be changed first thing in the morning. Baby girl will have a new step-daddy by brunch time.
Me: Yeah, okay. And somebody’s momma gon’ be crying by noon. I’m on whatever you on.
My Lola B: Go home, Roger!
Me: Yeah, that’s what I thought. I’ll be home soon.
My Lola B: You bet not come home smelling like Dove or Irish Springs or ima wear yo’ ass out.
Me: Imagine that.
Me: Don’t worry. I’ma come home with my balls sweatin’ just for you. Might even drop ’em on ya’ forehead.
My Lola B: Yeah, play with me if you want. Goodnight.
Me: I love yo’ mean ass.
My Lola B: I love you too.
After I finished texting Lyric, I placed my phone back in my pocket.
Then something dawned on me as I thought about the picture she sent me.
Shifting in my seat, I glanced around the room to see who could have sent her the photo.
It didn’t take long for me to find my answer when my eyes landed on her hoe-ass friend, Valor.
I couldn’t tell you what it was about her, but she rubbed me the wrong way from the moment Lyric introduced us.
She looked at me the same way most bitches did, like she wanted to fuck.
I tried to warn Lyric on several occasions that she was shady, and she didn’t give off good vibes, but she thought I was being a hater and trying to control her.
I left it alone after a while because some lessons had to be learned through experience.
Lyric wanted to believe her friend had her best interest at heart, and I could see right through her bullshit. Rather than argue with her, I just prepared myself to be there when she finally saw her true colors.
Nauri and Logic were having the time of their lives while I wanted nothing more than to be at home, cuddled up with my family.
We might have been similar in age, but my mindset had begun to shift.
Fucking bitches and spending money were no longer interesting to me.
The more I learned from Gunna, the more I saw myself elevating.
I wanted to sit with the elite and glean from their life experiences.
I wanted to lie up in bed with my wife, checking on all of our stocks and investments before we started our day.
We were touching more money than any of us could have ever imagined, but I wanted more.
My desire was to expand and grow to the point where my children’s children would never have to worry about a single thing in life.
The kind of wealth where we had a family compound, and everyone lived in nice mansions with multiple foreign cars and private jets.
Generational wealth on a whole other scale.
I wanted it all, and I was gonna have it by any means.