Aubrey
“What are we doing here?” I questioned when he pulled into Highland Mall’s entrance.
Highland was the outlet mall in Palm Heights.
And if you asked me, it was the best. It was bigger than the other mall here in the city, and they have more stores to shop from.
The only downside was the crowds. Otherwise, this was my all-time favorite place to be.
Spring, Chastity, and I have spent a lot of time here doing retail therapy.
Klutch told me he had a few errands to run, but I wasn’t expecting the outlet mall to be one of them.
Not only that, but a bitch stomach was touching her back.
All he gave me this morning for breakfast was a large serving of dick.
Had I known we weren’t stopping to get food, then I would’ve fixed myself something quick at home.
His grip on the steering wheel tightened. “I’m in the mood to do some shopping. That’s cool with you, love?” He turned his head, wetting his lips.
It was a simple act, yet it caused my pussy to thump. I felt like a dog in heat.
Aubrey, get yourself together, and stop acting like a horny teenager.
I shrugged. “It’s fine, but you could’ve at least stopped to get me something to eat.”
That gained a chuckle from him. Cutting my eyes at him while mugging him. I didn’t see what was funny. I was dead ass hungry.
Klutch circled the parking lot before finding a spot.
It was some distance from the building, but it wasn’t that long of a walk.
Klutch climbed out of the car and came around opening my door like he had been doing all day.
It threw me for a loop when he did it for the first time this morning.
Klutch opening doors for women wasn’t on my bingo card.
Honestly, I wasn’t even sure if he did this with every woman he dealt with, or if it was just for me.
Whatever it was, I genuinely appreciated it.
“Fix yo’ face. I got you once we leave here.” He stepped between my legs, resting his hands on my thigh. For a moment, we stared at each other as his hands rubbed up my thighs. “You wanted to be like me so badly,” he spoke, breaking the brief silence to comment about my attire.
At my apartment, I changed into a gray cropped sweatpants set. Which happened to match the gray Nike joggers set he was wearing. It wasn’t my intention to match him— I just wanted to dress down, and this was the only color I had in this set.
“Boy bye,” I waved him off. “I wanted to be comfortable, so don’t get too flattering yourself.”
“It’s cool to admit that you wanted to match a nigga fly.”
Klutch’s phone rang for the millionth time today. His hoes were in an uproar about us being together, and he was ignoring them as if they didn’t exist. “You might as well answer. They’re not going to stop until you respond.”
“Fuck them bitches! You’re my only concern for the next forty-eight hours.”
“I just don’t want you at odds on my behalf.”
“Trust, I know how to get a bitch out of her feelings. Now stop worrying about unnecessary stuff and get out of the car so I can splurge on you.”
That was music to my ears.
I was a proud independent woman who could provide lavish things for myself, but my parents didn’t raise a fool. They taught me how to receive. So, despite being able to spoil myself, I still loved it when a nigga did it too.
We walked into the mall with his arm draped over my shoulder.
We spent the next couple of hours going from store to store with him buying both of us boatloads of shit.
No matter how many times I told him that I was content with the few items that I gathered in every store we visited he would still tack on more things.
I had purses from Louis Vuitton, Chanel, and Steven Madden.
I also got some shades from Chanel and Prada.
Shoes from Steven Madden, Christian Louboutin, and Footlocker.
Now we were inside a black-owned clothing boutique named Xiomara Klutch yoked him up by the rim of his shirt. Marvin stood there, not even trying to help his brother. Just plain ole pathetic. “Ay, bruh, find you sum safe to do cause fucking with her ain’t it. Now get yo ass on like she told you.”
He shoved him back, releasing the hold on his shirt.
“Fine. She is not even worth the trouble.”
“Aw, poor tink tink. Let me know when you’re coming out party is, so that I can bring Ms. Pearly’s nephew with me.”
Tyrese glared at me, but instead of responding, he walked off, leaving behind his brother.
Marvin’s radio ass pulled out his phone with a smile big as the damn ocean.
“You’re my favorite rapper, and I was hoping that I could get a picture,” his brother exclaimed.
Ain’t no damn way. This man just threatened his brother, and he got the nerve to ask for a mothafuckin’ picture. Only if I could just go back in time to erase the day that I crossed paths with Tyrese.
“Mane if you don’t get yo’ bitch ass,” Klutch jumped at him. He flinched and scurried after his brother. “Fucking with you is trouble,” Klutch said, shaking his head.
I’m inclined to believe that might just be true.