Chapter 4
Amos “Fame” Logan
“Damn, how can I get on your level? One call and you get dropped off a ‘fit that costs more than some people’s rent. I hope I don’t sound like a hater or nothing but, must be nice.”
I had barely stepped foot back in the living room and Honesty’s ass was already running off at the mouth.
The shit talking she threw back in response to shit talking of my own was one of the reasons I was still chilling at her spot like I didn’t have business shit to deal with.
After fucking over the bomb ass breakfast she whipped up, I joined her on the couch watching true crime shows.
At least we started off watching tv, then that shit was watching us as we sat there running it like we had known each other forever.
It’s wild because we were lowkey getting to know each other but it was almost like she already knew me.
And she damn sure felt familiar to me with the way that I was offering answers to most of her questions.
She was getting shit out of me that Des didn’t even know, but then again, only one of them cared to ask about shit that didn’t have to do with money or shopping.
“Yeah, that’s exactly what you sound like, a big ass hater. All I’m waiting for you to say is “I love that for you, I guess” like your home girl do when she being petty.” I clowned but instead of laughing, her ass met me with attitude.
“See, let’s get something clear before we part ways and act like we don’t know each other moving forward…” I don’t know why, but I ain’t like the sound of that shit so I spoke on it.
“Hold the fuck up. Who said we parting ways just to act like strangers after this?”
“Awww, Fame, did that hurt your feelings? Let me fucking find out that you fucked up about the kid.” I couldn’t help but to crack up at how animated she was in this moment. “Back to what I was saying, before you got in your feelings.”
“Mocha, be for real! I ain’t get in my feelings mu’fucka, I just didn’t like how you tried to handle me.” I replied.
“Yeah well, anyway… Let’s be clear, Desiree and I are nothing alike so please don’t look for any of her traits in me, because thank God, you won’t find them.
I actually do say, I love that for you, but only a natural born hater turns that into shade.
When I say that, it’s because someone has shared something that makes them feel good or proud and rather it’s a stranger or someone familiar, I truly love for anyone to get something good out of any situation.
No shade intended when I say, I love that for you. ” She passionately spoke.
“Aye, real shit. What happened between you and Des? I didn’t pay much attention to what y’all had going on, but I paid enough to know that something has changed between y’all.
It’s like you went from letting her talk down to you like the rest of y’all lil clique to finding a voice.
Shit, while we’re on the subject, a lot has changed about you.
Something is different about ya, but I can’t figure out exactly what it is.
I mean, besides the obvious change in your clothes and shit.
You went from looking like a pretty ass dike to…
” I motioned at her and shook my head at the cocky grin that she placed on her face.
“Yeah, you really fucked up about the kid. I went from looking like a pretty ass dike, to what, Fame? Finish your observation.” I bust out laughing as she slowly spun around in a circle as if she was modeling something.
Shit, she ain’t even have to do all that, I had studied her body so much that it was etched in my head at this point.
That lace pajama shit she chose to wear last night and into the morning, had a nigga’s full attention.
Her being half naked wasn’t what had me locked in on her because even after she got dressed, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her.
Hell, seeing her disappear in her closet and put that shit on is what made me make the call so I didn’t have to throw on last night’s gear until I made it back to my spot.
Even though I planned on today being a lowkey one since it was Sunday, I was still dressed as if I was stepping out, in my Gucci ensemble with the matching bucket hat and a fresh pair of white forces.
Even with my designers, my DOA chain and a couple Cuban links that set me back some people’s yearly salary, Mocha was still stealing the show in some shit I know probably came from Fashion Nova.
She was fly as hell without doing too much and I fucked with the fact that although she had makeup on last night, she was confident enough to do without the shit today.
All she did was shine up her juicy lips and I felt she looked perfect.
“If your weird ass is done staring me down, you could maybe answer my question.” She called out, while rolling her eyes, like I annoyed her or some shit like that.
“I think I liked yo ass better when you were quiet and just doing whatever you thought Des wanted you to do.” I spoke while pointing my finger in her face. Before I could react, her ass slapped my hand away from her.
“Nah baby, you could never like some shit that never happened. What makes the next bitch nut, could never move me.” The serious expression on her face had me cracking up once again.
It wasn’t even that she said anything funny, it was that deep southern ass accent mixed with how quick she was with a comeback that had me joked out.
“Look I fuck with whatever turned you from a scary ass bull dagger to this smart mouth asshole you are. At first with the way you damn near drooled anytime you saw me, when you pulled up on Desiree, I thought yo ass was just trying to get fucked. And you were even cute enough for me to consider, even though yo ass dressed like you wanted a dick and not some dick.”
“Mutha fucka, did you just call me a bull dagger?” She cracked up as if what I said was just hitting her.
“I haven’t heard that shit in forever. And please get over yourself, I was going through a bad break up and I guess my clothing reflected it.
Heartbreak had a bitch tripping, but I’m good now.
Oh, and I think I made it perfectly clear that the last thing I want, is your dick.
Now, are you taking me to get my car or do I need to get me a ride?
I have errands to run, and you’ve taken up too much of my time already.
” She changed the subject so quick I almost missed the shit.
“Nah, all you did last night was convince me that you deserve this dick more than I thought you did. And as for saying that I took up too much of your time, that shit sounded nice although we both know you enjoyed being in a nigga’s space.”
“Ummm, newsflash nigga, this…” she paused as she lifted her index finger up and circled it around, motioning towards her nice ass apartment.
“…is my space and it’s you who can’t seem to find the courage to leave it.
I understand though baby boy, the vibe is unmatched, the food was bussing, wi-fi bumping, my shit clean, laid, comfy and the air pushing.
And to top it off, you get to enjoy tantalizing conversation from a chocolate covered dream that you otherwise couldn’t stand next to even if you paid for the opportunity. ”
“Say man, get yo shit and let’s fucking go!
” I bellowed as she strutted away towards her bedroom, right after spitting that cocky ass bullshit.
“You got me fucked up in ways nobody has ever had me fucked up. Do yo ass know who I am?” I called out before she reappeared with a purse, some shades and spraying herself down with some perfume that called to me from way across the room.
“I know exactly who you are, Fame. I know that to all them, and yes, I said them when I know the word should be those, respect our Louisiana wordplay, baby. Now like I was saying, to all them hoes you might be that nigga, but around here, where I run shit and call the shots, you’re just another handsome nigga with a lil coin.
You regular around these parts baby, you looking at the real star.
The way I see it, the name Fame fits me a lil better.
” I couldn’t do shit but laugh as she popped her shit and threw her shades on.
I could enjoy the shit that she was on because I could tell that she just enjoyed clowning and she wasn’t some big headed ass chick that was out of touch with reality.
I could tell her confidence was authentic as fuck, but the cocky role she was putting on was for my entertainment.
The shit was working because as we stepped out of her apartment and made our way to the parking garage, I was thinking of ways to extend our time together.
Normally, after dealing with a female I would kill for some solitude but the peace that Mocha provided was fucking me up.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had a day that started off this calm and relaxing and I wasn’t trying to see if her absence would change that shit.
Before I could vocalize what I was thinking, the scream that erupted from her throat had me grabbing my Glock and looking around for the threat.
“The fuck you on Mocha?” I spat when I realized that we were still alone.
“What the fuck are you on Fame? Are you serious right now? That is not the car that we came here in last night!” She was so damn excited that her accent had gotten deeper because of how quickly she was speaking.
“Oh yeah, I had my people’s swap out my cars when they brought my shit. This what I usually push when I plan on fucking off in the hood.” I was proud as I looked at my baby parked in the middle of two spots and demanding all the attention it deserved.
“Thissss is your ‘I’m going to the hood’ car? Not you minimized a classic 1972 Chevrolet Chevelle as a play thing.” She spoke to me, but her eyes were locked on the interior of the car.