Chapter 21 #2
“You know I was wondering what you had going on with him. He kept looking at you all night when we went to his party,” I snickered while taking a sip of my margarita. “You messing with his cousin?”
“Were you?” Frankee pressed her lips together, making them poke out. “I could have sworn you were too busy fucking Faheem in the bathroom.” Frankee thought she was slick by avoiding my question and making the conversation about me.
“Uhn-uhn, what's tea ‘cause I was there that night, and I thought something was wrong the way his ass jumped up. Damn near pushed Mixie ass on her face. My nigga was ready for some shit to pop off.” Daelite tapped her fingers together looking down at me.
“I didn’t fuck Faheem,” I sneakily said with a grin. “He ate me out, but that wasn’t shit.” I tried to play nonchalant.
“Girl…” Frankee said, shaking her head with a knowing grin looking over at Daelite. “You been around my brother for years. You know how that nigga is. Wait until you see him when it comes to her ass.” Frankee nodded over in my direction. “She tryna play like it ain’t like that between them.”
“I mean, if you got the juice to take his attention from Mixie, I’d be flaunting that shit,” Daelite snickered.
Smacking my lips, I waved both of them off. “What’s there to flaunt when she ain’t went nowhere? She’s still his girlfriend.” I groaned in annoyance. Even saying that shit out loud made my stomach churn. “We basically sister fucking wives,”
“Don’t do it, sis, trust me. Get out while you can,” Delight warned me with a dismayed expression. “These ni-” Delight was cut off by an arm on her shoulder. Then a light bright nigga leaned over, kissing her.
“I’m finna run to the store with Fallan,” the light bright nigga said, nodding his head behind him to a slim thick female with the same complexion as him.
“Yeah, I’m cool. I might chill with Frankee and Juniper tonight.” Daelight tried to appear unbothered, but her demeanor screamed she was annoyed with this nigga.
“Nah, this our week. Come home.” The grimace on Light Bright’s face allowed me to see the diamond grill he was sporting.
“Alright, Gee.” Daelight discreetly rolled her eyes. “I’ll be home.”
I guess Light Bright didn’t like the attitude in her voice because he gripped her chin tightly between his fingers, forcing her head to turn in his direction.
“Don’t play with me,” he said menacingly, giving her a hard look then kissing her on the lips before letting her go and being on his way.
“I wish I never met that nigga. I swear,” Daelight said angrily once she was sure Gee was gone.
“But you ain’t gon’ leave him either.” Frankee called Daelight out.
“I really don’t have much of a reason.” Daelight quickly changed her tune, and Frankee looked at her crazily.
“That fact that he has three other bitches,” Frankee responded, not letting up.
“And I knew that when we first got together. He takes care o-”
Frankee cut off Daelight. “But you aren’t happy. You used to light up whenever that nigga came in the room. Now, you never smile when you’re around him. Be forreal, it was fun at first, but now shit’s real.”
Throwing her head back, Delight took a deep breath closing her eyes, using her finger to swipe away tears. “I know, Frankee. I know. Today can we not? I just wanna enjoy myself,” Daelight replied with watery eyes.
“I’ma shut up, and we’re gonna have a fun day.” Frankee wrapped her arm around Daelight giving her a hug. “I would ask if you're gonna chill with us, but I already know the answer to that.” Frankee side eyed me.
“Why?” I was confused.
“ ‘Cause as soon as you get around Faheem, you ain’t gon’ leave his side.”
“Be forreal, his bitch is here. I’ma say hi to the nigga, but that’s it.”
“She’s still in denial, her ass is gone over my brother.” Frankee looked over at Daelight.
“Don’t listen to her,” I said, fake pushing Frankee while looking at Daelight. “Faheem don’t run shit over here. I got a few niggas on my roster,” I said, dancing in my seat, taking a big gulp of my drink. The alcohol was starting to get in my system.
“Then you coming out with us if we go to the club tonight?” Frankee asked with a face that said she didn’t believe me.
“And will. I’m forreal. With Faheem, we good, but I’m not putting all my eggs in one basket while he spreading his oats.”
“It sounds good.” Frankee smirked at me.
“It is good. I’m not about to sit back and let that nigga play in my face. He better hope I come home tonight. I might get some new dick as a birthday gift to me.” I smacked my lips talking my shit.
The more I thought about it, the less I wanted to bother Faheem. Why was I wasting my time and energy on them? I knew what I was getting into when I first started dealing with Faheem. It was my own fault for thinking time would change anything. Yeah, he could kiss my ass.
“Pop yo shit then.” Frankee giggled, hi-fiving me. “Even though you not about that life, it sounds good.”
“Baby, I might be. As many times as I’ve had to listent to them fucking, I deserve some get back.
I might have to send him a video of a nigga munching on my cat.
” I laughed, hard, because I knew I was talking shit.
But the lack of laughter from Frankee alarmed me as she looked beyond me with wide eyes.
“Do it.” That simple phrase sobered me up real quick. The voice behind it had me ready to run and hide.
I fucked up.
Peeking over my shoulder, I could see Faheem’s outline. He had his back to the bar. Slightly leaning back against the bar, his body faced the party with his head tilted to the side in my direction.
“Ayyeee, it’s the birthday Maaaannnn!” Frankee yelled out tryna distract Faheem’s fury.
“You must wanna be a cheerleader now,” Faheem said while frowning at Frankee, not paying her birthday cheers any attention. “You just cheering all kinds of bullshit on, huh?”
Smacking her lips, Frankee giggled, unbothered by Faheem’s hostility. “See what I mean. This nigga coming over here ready to wreck shit when Juniper is envolved.”
“Fuck all that,” Faheem spat, making his way closer between Frankee and my seat at the bar. “How my sister telling my wife to fuck with other niggas? At my mutha fuckin’ birthday party at that.”
We turned our chairs around so we were all facing Faheem, who was mugging all three of us.
“You outta yo mind,” I snickered at Faheem knowing he was finna be on his good bullshit.
“I’m crazy ‘cause I walk up and hear y’all talkin’ about some fuck shit, Faheem grunted, getting in my face.
“You know what else is crazy? My wife ain’t told me happy birthday yet.
But she got time to give her number out.
” Faheem’s face was inches from mine. Cutting my eyes to the left, I refused to look at him.
“Nigga it ain’t even yo birthday forreal.” I smartly said snaking my neck side to side while Faheem smirked at me.
“It’ don’t matter it my fuckin’ party.” Faheem grunted at me as he glared at me evilly.
Instead of replying I scoffed at him, turning back to the bar I grabbed my drink taking another sip. Faheem wanted a reaction out of me that he wasn’t finna get.
“We was just having girl talk, nothing serious, Faheem. Ain’t you supposed to entertaining your guests, not bothering us?” Frankee said, fake mushing Faheem in the side of his head.
“Girl talk. Aight.” Faheem pulled my arm while saying, “Get up.”
“For what?” I groaned, annoyed because he pulled me up from my seat causing me to almost spill my drink.
“ ‘Cause,” he replied, sliding into the bar stool I was just seated on. “Come here,” he commanded again, pulling me onto his lap before I had a chance to react. “Keep on with yo girl talk then. Since it ain’t that serious.” Faheem wrapped his arms around my waist securing me in his lap.
I swear it felt like all eyes were on me sitting on Faheem’s lap.
I couldn’t even comprehend the bickering between Faheem and Frankee.
It felt weird being in Faheem’s lap around so many people.
I’d sat on his lap plenty of times, but we'd usually be alone or not in the middle of a party that his girlfriend was at. Not that I necessarily cared about Mixie being here, it was just weird him being openly affectionate. Faheem wasn’t bothered by all the eyes peering at us.
Yeah, I wanted to make my mark, but this wasn’t how I intended for it to go.
“Juniper is going out with me, she already promised.” Tuning back into the conversation I saw the smirk on Frankee’s face as she teased Faheem.
“I did,” I snickered with her and Daelight. I was slowly starting to get comfortable being in Faheem’s lap. If he didn’t care, why should I? Mixie wasn’t my girlfriend.
“Shut yo ass up,” Faheem said into my ear, biting at my earlobe, wrapping his hand around my waist, squeezing me tighter. “I’ma fuck the shit outta you tonight,” he whispered in my ear. Chills ran down my spine, and my pussy tingled, feeling Faheem’s lips on my neck.
“Umm… Your girlfriend on her way over here. She don’t look happy,” Daelight said, using her head to point to our right.
We looked to see a pissed off Mixie walking in our direction. I wasn’t even about to get up, it would be pointless. Faheem was holding on to my waist for dear life. I also wanted Mixie to see Faheem all over me, it would serve her lying ass right.
“Chill out,” Faheem whispered in my ear, making me groan. He knew I was on my good bullshit right now.
I wanted to prove a point to her, but not in a way that I had to deal with her directly. If anything, I wanted to make Faheem leave with me or something that would get under her skin. Faheem was on some extra disrespectful stuff having me sitting in his lap.
“I been looking all over for you.” Mixie frowned, stopping in front of Faheem and me, her arms folded across her chest. Her eyes were locked on Faheem.
“I ain’t doin’ shit.” He lazily replied with his hands softly caressing my exposed stomach.
“Clearly.” Mixie snarled, rolling her eyes. “It’s time to cut your cake.”