Chapter 18
The Block party
I woke up from a good nap. The breakfast that me and Rudy cooked this morning had given me the itis. When I looked up, Clo looked freshly pressed, wearing a Von Dutch shirt, black jeans, Louis Vuitton shoes, and a new watch and chain. My core instantly started to flood.
I sat up on the bed, eyed him like my favorite candy, and asked, "Where you 'bout to go?"
"Rudy is having a block party tonight. I have to cook. I picked you out a little outfit, though—some shorts, a lil Von Dutch shirt, and some black heels."
He handed me the bags, and I instantly smiled. I got up, took a shower, washed my hair, and defined my curls with the blow dryer. My crop top was tea, and my shorts were so short they looked like panties, but they actually looked good. I had on black heels, and my toes were white.
When I stepped out of the bathroom, Clo was eyeing me like he was ready to eat me on the spot.
"Damn, ma. I'm trying to figure out if I'm letting you come out the house like that," he said.
"Why not? We look good. We actually look like we go together," I said.
Clover looked at me like he was annoyed. "So we don't?" he asked.
I smiled, grabbed his face, and told him what's understood doesn't have to be explained.
"Come on, let's go. I have to get on the grill," he told me.
When we got outside, there was a brand-new white Dodge Hellcat.
"Oh my god, this is a nice-ass car," I said, hopping in. "So you ain't been home all week because you been getting money to buy a new car?" I asked.
"Nah, ma. I been at the other house working, and that's somewhere I wouldn't take you. But you okay, ma? Be here with Mama; she loves having you around."
"I love being around her, she's a real one," I said.
He rubbed my thighs. My body was betraying me; I was trying my best to have self-control.
"I got to see if Trent would go grab me a nice suit for my dad's funeral tomorrow. I forgot to grab one. I been trying to forget about the death," he said.
"I'm going to go and support you. I know you're not okay with it, even though you look like you are," I said.
"You a real one. You don't have to do all that."
"But I really want to. I want to give you more than somewhere warm to lay your head."
We pulled up to a small house with a big yard. I looked up and saw Rudy cleaning a grill. We got out of the car, and she looked up and smiled.
"Boy Clover, you look so clean! And Golden, you can give me some of those thighs, girl, you thick," Rudy said.
"Mama, you're thicker than a snicker yourself," I said.
She smiled, stuck her tongue out, and did a lil twerk. Clover frowned and shook his head.
"So this what y'all be doing when I be working?" he asked.
"No, Mama, just in a good mood today, just let her be," Rudy replied.
I took a seat on the porch. A car pulled up, and Donny, Mercedes, Silk, and Junie got out. Everyone looked good and had on labels. Silk came up to Rudy and asked, "So Mama, how you just going to invite Dream? You didn't ask me if I felt like babysitting. You know how wild she get on that liquor."
"Well, son, my Trent is feeling her, so I told him to bring her as his plus-one. Y'all all got someone, he can bring a lil vibe for tonight."
"You know what, you're right. He can babysit, he already saving lives and shit," Silk joked.
"Come again? What the hell happened?" Mercedes asked.
"A story for another day. What you need, Mama?" Silk asked her.
"Golden, I need you to make the macaroni. Mercedes, I need your famous baked beans. Silk, I need you to put the beverages on ice. Donny, I need you to bring the meat outside for Clover."
Me, Mercedes, and Junie went inside the house into the kitchen. I washed my hands and put the noodles on. Mercedes opened the cans of beans, and Junie prepared her ingredients.
"So, I just want to know, are you moving in with Clo or what?" Mercedes asked.
"I only been gone a week, chill," I said.
"Y'all out here matching and shit," Junie pointed out.
"Girl, he picked them out! I slept all day. When I woke up, he was looking good as fuck and handed me the bags with the clothes in 'em," I said.
"Bitch, he didn't buy that outfit, you're lying," Mercedes said.
"Mercedes, when has Golden ever worn some shorts like this? You know it was Clo. Coochie cutters are my thing," Junie laughed.
We all started to laugh in sync. Clo came in and stood over me while I was making my roux for the macaroni. He leaned over and kissed my neck, washed his hands, and walked back out of the house.
"Damn, cuz, we got these fine-ass men that look like Demi-gods and shit," Junie said.
Me and Mercedes burst out laughing.
"Y'all can have that, because my man look like a Greek god. Junie, your ass finally ain't crying 'bout Maui's ass no more."
Junie fell on the floor laughing. I bent over and helped her slim ass up off the floor.
When we finished cooking, the yard was flooded. I went to find Clo; he was standing in the street next to Trent and Dream with a bottle of Hennessy in his hands. Trent was sitting on a car cutting coke, and Dream was rolling up a blunt.
Clo took his hand, opened my mouth, and poured me a shot.
"Damn, nigga, you ain't even going to ask her if she wanted one first?" Dream said while snorting a line. Trent did the same.
"Mind y'all business. We not worrying 'bout what y'all doing, don't worry 'bout what I do to my shorty," Clo said respectfully.
"Do y'all want some?" Dream asked.
"Nah, but let me hit that motherfucker," I said, pointing at her blunt.
She lit the blunt, and we all sat back smoking. Junie and Mercedes joined us. They started playing "Nasty Dancer" by Kilo Ali. Dream started singing along:
"I'm your nasty dancer, dancer for money Do what you want me to do I'm your freaky dancer, dancer for money I'll do what you want me to do"
Me and Junie started dancing; I was shaking my ass and she started shaking hers on mine.
"Get your ass up, that ass already eating up them shorts," Clo called out.
I got up, fixed my shorts between my legs, and took the bottle from his hand, taking another shot.
We smoked another blunt, then they started playing "Nasty Song" by Lil Ru.
I started grinding my hips and dropped it low.
Dream started grinding with me. Trent smiled at us and shook his head. Clo finally just let me have fun.
Donny walked up, and Junie bent over and started to shake her ass on him. Trent's messy ass had to chime in: "I wonder which brother can get the best lap dance."
I love a challenge, so I came over in front of Clo, put my hands on the ground, and started throwing it back. He started grinding his hips, and everyone crowded around us with their cameras and flashlights on.
"That's what I'm talking 'bout, y'all showing out!" Mercedes cheered.
I couldn't believe Clo was keeping up with me like he was damn near fucking, just dancing. I was tired, so I stood up. Clo whispered in my ear, "I bet you won't do it again." He knew he wore my ass out.