Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Years of being a part of his brother’s entourage had spoiled Kas just a tad.
He owned three cars, but most of the time opted to be chauffeured around as opposed to driving himself.
Yanna didn’t mind at all because she was all for anything that made life easier.
When they stepped into the parking lot the blacked out SUV was already waiting for them.
Kas helped Yanna inside then climbed in behind her.
After greeting the driver, he requested the partition be rolled up, and he cracked the back windows before sparking the blunt he still held in his hand.
After taking a few pulls, he dragged Yanna onto his lap, pulling her face to his and blew her a shotgun.
She tilted her head back, releasing the smoke from her mouth.
“They fitna ban us from their vehicles if we leave it smelling like weed.”
“Not with all the money me and my brother put into their company. And if they do, I’ll fuck around and start my own shit.”
“Like you got time to run a company, Mr. up and coming producer.”
“I’m already up, muh’fuckas already know I’m coming too. But as far as running a business goes, that’s what I got you for.”
“So you and your brother can work me like a mule? Hell I look like, Ayesha Curry or somebody?”
Kas twisted his face in confusion. “What the hell Ayesha Curry got to do with anything?”
“I don’t know, she just seems like that type.”
“You just be saying anything. Here.” Kas pulled her in for another shotgun, this time moving the blunt away and meshing their lips together. Smoke bellowed between them as the brisk air funneling through the window caressed their skin.
Yanna’s breathing shallowed from the intensity of Kas’ kiss.
Every time his mouth touched any part of her body, it was like its own form of lovemaking.
Like he was trying to reiterate the words he swore she didn’t listen to.
His lips traveled to her neck, kissing, licking, and biting there, conscious of what it did to her.
For confirmation, he used his free hand to unbutton her pants and fondle her clit.
Not only was she as wet as the James River, but he could feel her sex pulsating against his fingers.
“Shit,” she crooned.
“Tell her relax. When we get home, she next.”
“Well, tell that man to drive faster.”
Kas laughed at her impatience but did as requested and asked the driver to get them to Dinwiddie a little quicker.
The driver didn’t risk their safety or a reckless driving charge, but he managed to cut their commute down by ten minutes.
By the time they arrived at the house, Yanna had nearly come completely out of her shirt.
Her pants were still unbuttoned, and she was sluggish from the weed.
The only thing on her mind was getting in the house so Kas could make good on the promise he’d made in the truck.
That dream was cut short when they exited the SUV to find Kalil and Quan climbing from Kalil’s car.
They each had two bottles of liquor clutched in their hands, and the smell of their own weed wafted from the car.
“These niggas,” Kas scoffed. His cousins always picked the most inopportune times to show up at his house. “Y’all ain’t got no business of y’all own to tend to?” He asked, dapping them both when he approached.
“Don’t act like this ain’t the norm,” Kalil replied, looking from Kas to Yanna and her disheveled appearance. “Mmm, what y’all was doing?”
“None of your business,” Yanna retorted.
“Damn, yo ass ain’t pregnant yet? Every time we come by here, y’all fucking, just finished fucking, or about to fuck.”
“Yet, y’all still come around here unannounced.”
“When did we ever announce when we was coming over here? Act brand new because yo ass boo’d up now.”
“Y’all muh’fuckas worrisome as hell. Yanna boo you straight with them chilling for a lil’ while?”
“I’m straight.”
“I wish yo ass would’ve said no,” Kalil quipped as they all approached the house.
“Kalil, I be trying to be nice, but don’t try me.”
“Chill out, I’m just fucking with you. Pretend like you don’t love me just because Kas right here.”
The group entered Kas’ house, and his cousins immediately made themselves comfortable.
Kas didn’t mind because like Kalil said, it was the norm.
If he wasn’t at Onyx’s house or kicking it with Layla, he was at his own crib with either Yanna, or Kalil and Quan.
Yanna gave them a hard time, the same as she did Kas, but truly enjoyed their company.
Kalil went to Kas’ Apple home system and connected it to his phone to play music.
Quan made his way to the kitchen to grab shot glasses because all they did was kick shit, drink, and smoke when together.
Most nights they’d get so rowdy Layla would come over and curse them out, ending their fun for the night.
It only took a few minutes before they were loud as hell, passing around shots and blunts like they were celebrating something.
An hour or so into their revelry, Yanna was dancing in front of Kas while he laid back on the couch eyeing her intently.
They were about to completely forget they weren’t alone in the room before the sound of the front door closing caught their attention.
Onyx came waltzing into the living room shirtless, in a pair of gray joggers, socks, and house shoes. Clutched in his hands were two file folders.
“Nyx!” Kalil shouted when Onyx was in their view.
“Aye, y’all loud as fuck over here. I could hear y’all all the way at my house.”
“So you came over here to fuss at us?” Yanna questioned with a giggle.
“Nah, I don’t have the energy for all that.”
“Why? What you and Baby was over there doing?”
“Aye, Quan, don’t worry about what me and mine was doing. And her name is Troi, nigga I ain’t gone tell you that shit again.”
“Tender ass nigga.” Quan scoffed.
“Anyway, I actually came over here to drop these off for you, Yanna.”
Yanna accepted the envelopes from Onyx’s hand and lazily sifted through them. “What is all this?”
“The top folder has a bunch of new hire paperwork I need you to fill out, sign, and have back to me by tomorrow. The other folder has information, instructions, and checklists for the things I need done for WCMG’s upcoming mixer.”
“Damn, I haven’t even started the job yet and you’re already hounding me,” Yanna murmured.
“I don’t have to hound you at all. Give me my shit back and I can find somebody else to do it.”
“I was just joking, Nyx, damn.”
“Keep them jokes to yo self next time,” Onyx retorted, grabbing the blunt as Kalil attempted to pass it to Yanna.
He took a few pulls before passing it to her and heading toward the door.
“Oh yea, Kalil and Quan… get ready to carry y’all asses up the road.
It’s quiet time around these parts.” He called behind him before exiting the house.
“Who the fuck do Nyx be thinking he is?” Quan questioned.
“Go outside and ask him.”
“Nah, I’m good.”
“That’s what I thought.” Kas laughed.
“I’ll ask him. Coming in here at this time of night, handing me work papers just because he can. Let me go in here and see what all is in these envelopes,” Yanna complained, stumbling her way to the kitchen with Kas’ eyes glued to her the entire time.
“Kas, you really trying to follow in Onyx’s footsteps, huh?”
“How you mean?”
“Yanna. When y’all first met, you swore you won’t catching feelings and all that. Now you on her,” Kalil observed.
“On her hard too. I can’t even lie, I ain’t never felt like this about no female. Most people probably think she difficult, and don’t get me wrong, she is. But she mine to deal with, and I know how to handle Yanna.”
“Aww, you love her and shit,” Kalil joked.
“Hell yea, I ain’t ashamed to admit it either.”
“Another one bites the dust.” Quan jested, shaking his head.
“Niggas gotta grow up at some point. I don’t even know what it is about her bald head ass, but I do know I ain’t letting her go.”
“You sound like one of Nyx’s songs. I don’t like it.”
“Nah, I know what it is. That nigga sprung off pussy.”
“Kalil, you sound ‘bout dumb as them thick ass eyebrows look. As good as it is, I could never be sprung off pussy alone because I could hit a different bitch every day if I wanted to. She like my best friend though. Like I said, I can’t explain it.”
“Her lil’ ass look like she be giving you the business too.”
“Shiiid, that’s probably what she’d like people to believe, but hell nah.”
“Quan, you a Garett, so you wouldn’t understand. It’s a Zaman thing.”
“Fuck outta here. Every time I drop dick off in a hoe, I leave her slumped.”
“Shit ain’t the same when it’s just a bunch of random broads though,” Kas interjected. “Ten of the baddest bitches couldn’t compare to the one you love.”
Quan and Kalil sat quiet, just staring at Kas for several moments.
“Who the hell are you?” Kalil questioned.
“Because what the fuck? Give me my fucking blunt back, nigga, with that poetic shit you talking.”
“Talk shit now, but when y’all get back to that condo with only each other for company, shit won’t be funny then.”
“You and Onyx swear y’all the only ones with options. I get hoes, and you know they love Kalil light bright ass.”
“I could be black as night and still pull bitches, fuck you mean?”
“All the bitches except that married broad you be stalking.”
“Londyn wants me too. I just think she scared of her psycho ass husband.”
“Y’all can discuss the number of bitches y’all do or don’t have at yo own shit. I’ll hit y’all niggas up tomorrow.”
“Kalil, he trying to put us out so he can go cuddle and shit.”
“That’s because he tender just like his brother.”
“Call me what y’all want. Y’all heard what my brother said though, gone on before he come back.”