Chapter 7
A real nigga birthday
I woke up with Tammy laying on my chest, looking absolutely beautiful. I was still stuck on the fact that I had just eaten her pussy on the very first day I met her. That is some wild shit, isn't it? But I didn't care—you only turn 24 once.
I grabbed my phone off her nightstand. I had 10 missed calls from Red, three from my mom, and one from my dad, along with over 30 happy birthday texts. I flipped my phone onto work mode, got up, walked out of the room, and shut the door behind me.
When I walked into the living room, Silk was playing a video game.
“Happy birthday, my nigga,” he said, handing me a bag. Inside was some Savage Dior cologne and a brown True Religion jogging suit with matching Dutch X.
I walked over and gave my brother a hug. “Thank you for real, bro. You didn't have to do this.”
He smiled. “Yes, I did. You're my brother, you deserve it.”
The whole house started to smell incredible. I walked into the kitchen where Mercedes was cooking eggs, pancakes, grits, bacon, pan sausage, and sausage links.
“I would ask you how your night was, but I seen it,” Mercedes said, standing at the stove, scrambling eggs with one hand and the other hand on her hip.
“I did some wild shit last night, but I ain't gonna lie, I'm feeling shawty,” I said.
“Just don't hurt my cousin. You're my brother and I love you dearly, but that's my blood and I will fuck you up,” she warned. I just nodded.
Mercedes called everyone to eat. Donny came walking into the kitchen with Junie riding on his big-ass back.
“Damn, who didn't get cracked last night?” Mercedes joked.
“Who got cracked in this house besides you?” Silk fired back.
“Oh babe, I forgot to tell you, I seen Clo in the shower with Mercedes washing her ass,” Mercedes clapped back.
“Stop talking about my cousin, she is not easy,” Junie said defensively.
“I ain't saying she's easy, I know what I saw! I just need to learn the game Clo laid down last night,” Mercedes laughed.
“Yeah, get your motherfucking head knocked off,” Silk muttered.
I laughed at them being all up in a nigga's business.
“Where the hell Tammy at anyway?” Donny asked.
“Knocked out cold. I tried to wake her before we came in here,” Junie said.
I fixed two plates and walked back to Tammy’s room, placing the plates on the nightstand. She was sitting up looking upset, and her phone was ringing. I looked down at the screen—the contact just said Fiancé with a ring emoji. She declined the call.
I got heated. There was no way I had just cracked her good and another nigga was in her ear making her cry, while I was over here eating ass and fixing breakfast plates. This shit was not pimpin'.
The phone rang again. Before she could grab it, I snatched it off the bed and answered.
She gasped and stared at me wide-eyed.
“Hello, Tammy,” the guy said.
“Nigga, Tammy just got fucked good. She got hot breakfast in front of her, so stop blowing up her phone,” I told him.
He started yelling, “Man, fuck you, nigga, when I fin—”
I hung up the phone in his face, then passed Tammy her plate. “Why wouldn't you answer my phone?” she asked, her voice quiet.
“I ate that pussy to the bone last night. I find it highly disrespectful for another nigga to be calling you,” I said.
She didn't say anything. She just looked at me like I was crazy.
As I started eating my food, my mom started calling for the hundredth time. I hadn't spoken to her since she stole my dope to pay off her plastic surgery debt. I looked at my phone and saw I had three plays waiting, so I got up, grabbed my keys off the dresser, and kissed Tammy on the forehead.
“So, am I going to see you tonight?” I asked, staring into her light brown eyes.
“I don't know, I start working tonight,” she said.
“Where you working?” I asked.
“I'm working at some club called Maze.”
I laughed. “Oh, so you be dancing? Mercedes got some competition.”
“No, it's a bottle girl position. I can't dance.”
I laughed harder. “Could've fooled me the way you was throwing that motherfucker.” She smiled and laughed.
I grabbed my plate, walked out of the bedroom, and dropped it in the sink. “Donny, you staying or you rolling?” I asked.
He stood up, hugged Junie, and I yelled down the hallway, “I'm ’bout to head out.”
“What's the move for tonight?” Donny asked as we headed to the car.
“I don't know, I'm gonna let you know in an hour.”
Me and Donny hopped in. I pulled out my phone and finally called my mom back.
“Happy birthday, son. I know you're mad at me, but I want to see you. Mama got you something,” Rudy said.
“Mama, give me a minute. I love you, but I need a minute,” I said, and ended the call.
We pulled up to my trap house, and Mario came walking out.
“Nigga, I just made all your plays! Where the fuck you been?” he asked.
“I got wasted and fell asleep at Silk's spot.”
“Who the fuck was the thick-ass jawn that was on you last night?” he asked, grinning.
I laughed hard as hell. “Nigga, watch out, that's Tammy. She a real vibe.”
“She off-limits, nigga?”
“I think she's ’bout to be,” I said, cheesing.
We walked inside the trap house and headed to the master bedroom.
Red was still asleep in the bed. I instantly sucked my teeth.
I pulled back the cover—there was a used condom right there in the bed.
I wasn't even tripping over the hoe; she wasn't mine.
But the sheer audacity to act like she genuinely fucked with me was insane.
I walked over and shook her awake. “Man, what the fuck you doing here?” I demanded.
“I fell asleep waiting for you. Come get in bed with me,” she mumbled, trying to reach for me.
“Man, hoe, get the fuck out my spot and take your used condom with you. I don't fuck after nobody, hoe. I promise you will never see this dick again.”
I normally respected women, but this girl had me overly fucked up.
The only other person in the spot was Mario; she had fucked him and then thought she was ’bout to slide right back over to me to throw me some pussy?
How could I respect a chick like that when she couldn't even respect herself, let alone me?
Donny stood in the doorway shaking his head, trolling as she hurriedly put her clothes back on.
“Damn, Red, you already fucked Mario, so you might as well let us flip you. I always knew you were a freak, I just couldn't prove it,” Donny clowned.
She shot him the middle finger and stormed out the door.
“Damn, I'm sorry big bruh, I got lit last night and she just threw the pussy on me,” Mario excused.
“Oh, I ain't tripping. You know I'd rather have her give it to my guy anyway. I was done with that old shit anyway,” I said.
My dad called again, and I finally answered.
“Hello, happy birthday, son,” he said.
“Thank you, Pop,” I said, knowing damn well this nigga didn't give a fuck about my birthday.
“I got a little extra work you can get on if you're trying to help your pops out.”
“Nah, I'm good right now. I'll hit you when I need to re-up.”
“You sure? I got ten bricks with my son's name on it,” he pushed.
“Let me think about it, I'll call you back, papi,” I said, and hung up.
This nigga was on some fuck shit I wasn't trying to play a hand in.
No man had ever fronted me anything before, and I sure as hell wasn't about to start working for some nigga.
Fuck my dad and his money-hungry ass. I would have put in work for Rudy just off the strength that she was my mama and actually raised a nigga, for real.
But that fat Mexican-ass dude had never done a damn thing for me in my life, and the fact that he felt he was about to pimp me was insane.
I pulled out my phone and FaceTime-called Silk.
“Are we still going outside tonight?” I asked.
“Hell yeah. I just don't need Jasmine on that clingy shit, or she's gonna have Mercedes whooping her ass.”
“I just want to support little mama,” I said.
“You really hitting Tammy, man? That's a real good girl. I can see y'all working out for real.”
“We'll see,” I said, and ended the call.