~~~Chapter 17~~~ #2
Nevertheless, once we were dressed, I felt cute, so I stopped and snapped some photos in my full-length mirror. Turning to the side, I captured that side profile, because that ass was amazing. Now, what I wasn’t expecting was for Malice to step in the frame and pose with me.
Deciding to make a video, I playfully bent over, perching my ass against his crotch, and he vulgarly gripped my hips, while hunching me.
“Stop,” I broke out into a fit of giggles, while standing upright.
“Stop,” he mimicked, while wrapping his arms around me.
I saw the lustful glint in his eyes, before he nastily tounged me down.
I laughed again, once I realized that I’d captured it all on video, before ending the recording.
“Okay. Now, let’s go.” He grabbed my hand, causing my heart to skip a beat.
Of course, we stopped to kiss Khari, while her and Ms. Shelia were chilling on the third floor, before making our departure. We then hopped into his beamer, and dropped the top, ready to see what the city had in store for us.
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We’d been cruising through the city, after making a pit stop at a liquor store to grab some Don Julio, a sweet Moscato, and a mixer to make some drinks. It was a concoction that my mama had put me onto and now I couldn’t go without it.
No lie, I was beyond tipsy and was feeling good. It was a warm eighty degrees outside and the city unquestionably came alive at night.
Recording myself for my IG story, I laughed once I realized that my goofy ass was now wearing one of Malice's chains.
It was blinging under the lens, and I was tickled by the gaudiness of it, reminding me of the rich-broke IG girls who walked around like niggas with the big ass pieces and chains around their necks.
All the while, Malice was leaning hard, with a pistol in his lap.
At some point, we stopped at a random gas station, once we were in his neck of the woods. Acres Homes. He’d pulled up, and hopped out, while a gang of niggas were standing out front.
“What’s up?” He greeted the crowd and they all spoke at once.
“Damn, Malice, that’s your lil’ mama in the car?” One of the guys questioned.
Malice nodded with a devious grin. “She’s fucking gorgeous, aint she?”
The dude stroked his goatee and nodded. “Hell, yeah.”
“Alright, well don’t look too hard, nigga. Cause we gon get in the field about that one.” He dropped the smile, before pushing the door in and stepping into the store.
I guess that was all Malice had to say, because those dudes kept their distance and said nothing directly to me.
When he returned to the car, he had my favorite honey jalapeno Rap Snack chips, causing me to smile.
Funnily, I’d never told him that I liked those, but he must’ve peeped that I had some in the pantry.
“Here you go, baby.” He handed the chips over. “I figured—” He got out, before his cell rang via Bluetooth. “Yeah, what’s popping?” He answered the call, as he was backing away from the store.
“Nephew, where you at?” A mature sounding man questioned.
“Shit, I’m in the hood. What’s up?” Malice quizzed, while pulling onto the main road.
“Yeah? Then pull up. I want you to see what I’ve done to the bar.”
“Alright. That’s a bet, unc. I’m in route right now.”
“Alright,” the man responded, before disconnecting the call.
Malice licked his lips, while gripping the steering wheel. “My uncle got this little hole in the wall around the corner. I’m finna pull up.”
I shrugged. “Hey, fine by me.”
He nodded. “Yeah, I likes that shit. Just go with the flow.”
Malice
Pulling up to my uncle’s club, I smiled.
That nigga had been talking about remodeling for a minute, and after I became a silent investor, he was finally able to make shit happen.
Personally, I didn’t wanna be hands-on with the project but had managed to send some contractors his way.
And now, there was a extended patio area, that nearly doubled the space.
“Malice, my nigga!” Stanley the old school barback excitedly greeted me.
Smirking, I glanced at Big Baby. “Come on, let’s get out.”
She nodded, before easing out of the whip. I paused for a second to admire that round ass in those shorts.
“Oh, my God,” Stanley fawned over her, as she was rolling the shorts back down her thick thighs. “The man upstairs took his time with you, baby girl,” he complimented, before glancing at me. “Malice, boy, you moving up to the big leagues, aint cha?”
Hopping out of the car, I chuckled. “You already know, ole G.”
I dapped Stanley up, while my eyes remained trained on Big Baby. It was a bunch of hard heads outside, and sometimes when niggas got that liquor mixed with other drugs in their systems, they’d get out of line, regardless of who you was.
I eventually stepped around the car to stand beside her.
Checking her out, I saw that she was comfortable as fuck, while we were technically in the trenches.
She didn’t seem the least bit fazed by the environment.
Meanwhile, Paisley would never. Even with her daddy being from the hood, Paisley wouldn’t be caught dead in certain places.
And that was why whenever I just wanted to swing by the hood and kick it, I’d leave her ass at home.
Grabbing her hand, I guided her through the outside crowd to get to the entrance.
Once we stepped inside, she glanced around, she nodded. “Okay, this is nice. He’s definitely gonna bring in the crowds with this.”
I nodded in agreement, noticing the new details, like new furniture, a different bar set-up, TVs, and booths, just before my uncle Jaymo approached us.
“What’s up, nigga?” He asked, as we embraced.
“Nothing too much,” I responded, after we released one another. “This is Jaylah. Jaylah, this is my uncle Jaymo.”
Uncle Jaymo half hugged her, while she smiled. “Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too, baby girl.” He grinned. “Nephew, you know what it is. Tell Sophie behind that bar to make whatever for y’all. And I’ma get Kay in the kitchen to whip up your usual. For two. And Chris will bring y’all some hookah.” He winked.
“Bet.” I nodded, before ushering Big Baby to the patio, where we grabbed a table.
Taking in the scenery, I peeped the new string lights illuminating the patio area, elevating the vibes, for sure.
Within ten minutes, we already had drinks and hookahs in front of us. We wasted no time, taking shots to the head. Meanwhile, I was realizing that Big Baby had a old soul, as she sang along to classic R&B.
“Let me tell you how much I love you. Let me tell you that I really need you. Baby, baby, baby, I will make it alright. No one but you, baby, can make me feel. The way you make me, make me, make me feel!” She shamelessly sang Keith Sweat’s Make It Last Forever at the top of her lungs, while locking eyes with me.
I chuckled at her performance, before leaning in to speak in her ear. “What you know ‘bout this?”
She smiled. “Plenty. My mama’s been listening to this since she was a baby, and passed it down to us.”
I nodded. “Me too.”
“Okay, now, this is really my mama and daddy’s song, right here. I might have to get married to it or something,” she giggled.
“You may be young but you' re ready. Ready to learn. You're not a little girl, you' re a woman. Take my hand. Let me tell you, baby…”
She was singing with her eyes closed, looking fucking angelic, making me wanna ask her, if she wanted to get married, right then.
The deejay transitioned to He’s Mine and Big Baby lost it.
“He might be doing you, but he’s thinking about me. So lady, think about another lover. Go find another brother…”
She hopped out of her seat, swayed her hips to the beat, while singing into her hookah stick like it was a microphone. “You ask why, cause he’s mine. Tell you something that just aint cool. Never fall in love with a man who don’t love you.”
There were other women on the patio who joined in on the singing. Granted, a lot of those women looked to be my mama’s age, but they were vibing along with Big Baby.
I found myself studying her, while those dazzling dimples anchored into her cheeks. She was so fucking sexy and confident, and the bow of her legs was doing something to me.
The deejay did his big one when he started playing Trina.
“ I got an ass so big like the sun…”
As soon as that beat dropped, Big Baby posted up in front of me, propped a foot on the arm of my chair, and bent over in my face, wobbling that ass.
Her moves were fluid, while she moved to the beat. The ladies were cheering her on, as she touched the floor, while vibrating those cheeks.
“Look back at me. Look back at me…”
Playfully, she slammed her ass against my head, causing me to roar with laughter.
I swear, I fucking lost it when she started ticking. The laughs were literally coming from the gut.
Then I don’t know how the deejay did it, but he played a few other songs and made the smoothest transition to Sade.
“Oh, my daddy put me onto this.” She grabbed my hand. “Come on. Get up. Dance with me.”
Going with it, I stood up, and naturally pulled her into my arms.
“There must’ve been an angel by my side. Something heavenly led me to you. Look at the sky. It’s the color of love…”
Grinning, she gazed up at me, and my fucking heart skipped a beat.
It had been so long since I’d felt this free and open.
Being with her felt better than any high I’d experienced and I wasn’t fighting it.
This was a different pace for me, and was quickly becoming addictive.
And made me never wanna go back to a place where she wasn’t in my life.