20. Gemini Black #3
I walked over to the back of the truck, doing what I had to do to get the truck down.
Just that fast, I let this nigga annoy the shit out of me, so I moved fast, hopping on the back of the truck, doing what I needed to do to lower the vehicle.
It took less than five minutes to get the car on the ground.
It was a Bentley Flying Spur that I was delivering.
I’ve delivered thousands of cars, but I’ve never delivered this one.
It was nice as hell. The kind of luxury vehicle that I would get my wife for a push gift.
I wasn’t the type of man to say that another man had money based on the kind of car that he drives, but delivering a car to someone, where I knew this vehicle started out at $230,000, I could make the claim that money wasn’t an issue for him.
I could tell by the other whips that he had parked in the driveway, along with the nice house that I was standing in front of.
“Damn. This shit nice as hell. I should fuck around and keep it for myself. I got it for wifey. Her birthday is tomorrow. She’s on a girls trip right now, but she’ll be back in a couple of days. This her dream car. I’m going to surprise her with it when she gets back,” he said.
I shook my head at that shit. If he wasn’t just standing here, staring my girl up and down, and then inquiring on whether we were together or not, I would have thought that his actions were dope.
“How you going to question me about my girl, and you got a wife?” I asked this nigga like I knew him on a personal level.
He laughed at my question while throwing his hands up in the air. By this point, it was just me, and him standing out here. Amina had gotten back on the truck.
“Because I’m a man at the end of the day.
A man with eyes. My wife don’t work. My wife don’t pay bills.
I fund her entire life. She knows what comes with being married to a man like me.
I love her, but I still do my thing, and fuck around.
You looking at me like the shit that I’m saying to you is foreign.
I got three brothers. Two of them are truck drivers just like you.
Them niggas run through so much outside pussy in a month, and both of them are married.
You mean to tell me that you always faithful on the road?
Your girl in the truck, man. She ain’t going to hear your real answer,” he went on to say.
I looked at this nigga like he was pathetic. He looked old enough to be my pops, yet he was standing his goofy ass there bragging about him still cheating on his wife. That shit was corny, and lame as fuck.
“Nah man. I can’t relate to that. If I gotta move like that, then I should stay single. What the fuck is the point in being in a marriage if you still going to cheat?” I asked him.
“I guess we just got different views, brotha. I don’t love my wife any less than you love your girl because I step out of my marriage,” he went on to tell me.
It was so much that I wanted to say in response to that. I could have kept going. I could have stood here, and made myself out to be the better man, but I didn’t. I let him have it.
I dropped the conversation, and went on with my tablet, so that we could start the inspection.
It took about thirty minutes total. The car was in perfect condition.
We both put our eyes on it, examining it, so I was able to close it off once I got his signature.
I wished him the best with the vehicle, and I hopped on the truck.
“Stay yo’ ass inside next time. I almost had to put that nigga on his head,” was the first thing that I said to Amina once I sat down. She was sitting in the passenger seat, with a big of chips in her hands.
“I know. The second I saw him looking, I was saying to myself that I should have stayed in the truck. What happened once I left?” she wanted to know, as I was using the screen on the dashboard, so that I could close it out on the backend as well.
“When I brought the car out for him, he inspected it, and he started talking about how his wife was going to love the car. That’s when I asked him why he checking for you if he got a wife.
He told me that even though he’s married, he still does his thing on the side.
Weird, goofy ass nigga,” I said, finished with messing around on the screen, so I leaned back in the chair.
I turned my head to look at Amina. She had her eyes on me.
“Wow. Well yeah, don’t get any ideas from him. I already told you what I would do to you if you broke my heart,” she said, and like she was talking bullshit to me, I waved her off.
I reached for the bag of chips that she had in her hand, taking them from her, so that I could have some. She allowed me to do it, and once I had enough, I handed it back to her.
After drinking a little water, and sitting here for a few more minutes, I eventually drove off.
Only a couple of hours left of work, and I could have this truck pulled over at a truck stop. The plan was to cook dinner for the two of us, eat, shower, and get my ass in the bed.
Thankfully, tomorrow I had the day off, so I would be able to sleep late, and chill the entire day. All this road running had me tired as fuck.
Hours Later
11:34 P.M.
“Draw two! Go ahead! I told you that I was going to spank that ass!” Amina said that shit proudly, as she sat at the head of the bed, with her legs pulled up, tucked behind her, holding a stack of Uno cards in her hands.
I was sitting in front of her, with my legs stretched out, having them on either side of her, keeping her locked in.
We finished with dinner a few hours ago.
After dinner, we cleaned up together and took showers inside the truck stop.
Like always, we fucked so good in the shower, and on top of the bathroom counter.
We put on our night clothes, and now, here we were in the back of the truck together, playing Uno.
Amina was sipping wine, and I’ve downed a few shots.
I’ve been kicking her ass in Uno for the last hour, and I was feeling good about that shit too.
“Nah baby. You draw four,” I said it just as proud, as I slapped the same card down on the bed that she just slapped down.
“Gemini, you can’t play like that! You be making up your own rules. If I put down a draw two card, you have to draw it. You can’t put another draw two on top of it!” she yelled at me.
She was in her feelings because she kept losing.
Just an hour ago, she talked all this shit, saying how she was the best UNO player, but I’ve been beating her ass since we started playing.
Amina was a sore loser too. You would think that it was millions of dollars on the line by the way she kept getting mad each time that she lost.
“I can play like that. I don’t know how ya’ll play in London, but at the crib, if somebody puts down a draw two, I can slap one down on top of it. Go ahead, so I can beat your ass one last time,” I fucked with her, reaching over, and picked up her glass of wine that she had on the floor.
Like it was mine, I sipped it, keeping the glass in my hand, staring in her pretty ass face, waiting for her to pick up those four cards.
“I don’t like playing with you. Not only are you making up shit, but you keep winning. You not even letting me win. Gemini, I’m a girl. You supposed to let me win at least one game,” she whined.
That shit was so fuckin sexy when she whined like that. As sexy as it was, I couldn’t fold right now. I was 3-0 right now. I was trying to beat her ass at least two more times before we called it a night.
“You said you was the best Uno player in the world. Play like it then, baby. What I look like just handing you over a victory like that? I want the pleasure of saying that I beat your ass multiple times in Uno. Pick the cards up beautiful. Come on,” I said.
She rolled her eyes at me, picked the four cards up, and we finished playing after that. All it took was another minute, and I beat her ass in another round of Uno. She got pissed that time, threw the cards that she had left down on the bed, while falling back.
“I don’t want to play no more. You make up rules as you go. You don’t play fair at all,” she said, lying down on her back, looking up at me.
I got up on my knees, pulling her down to me by her ankles. Once she was close enough, that’s when I was able to maneuver my way into planting myself in between her legs, and I looked down at her. She had a pout on her pretty face, that caused me to smile at her.
“Ima let you win next time, baby. You just gotta keep practicing. Ima teach you how to play it the Miami way. You playing the London way, and that’s why you keep getting your ass beat like that,” I said, pulling her shirt up, so that I could kiss her stomach.
She was wearing a spaghetti strapped pajama top. The plan was to kiss up her stomach until my lips found their way to her lips.
“That’s the thing though, Gemini. There is no Miami way or London way.
It’s just one way. The rules are literally inside the box.
You kept putting draw’s down on top of the ones that I would already put down.
If I took too long to put a card down, you would make it your turn all over again.
When you called ‘uno out’, I would say ‘no uno’ at the same time as you, but you kept saying that you said it first. You’re a cheater, Gemini.
I swear I’m not playing with your ass no more.
I’m really sitting here ready to fall out with your ass,” she said, and I laughed at her, while shaking my head.
I finished kissing up her stomach. I kissed her nipples through the thin top that she was wearing. I made my way to her neck, where I kissed, and sucked. Once I got to her lips, she moved her head like she didn’t want me kissing her.
“Damn. I can’t get a kiss now?” I asked it in a way like I was hurt.