29. Zelan
I still couldn’t believe my damn brother.
He was lucky I didn’t say shit to our mom yet.
I needed to talk to his ass. This was some crazy shit.
My mom is Ari’s professor. Ari and I talked so much shit about her professor that I told her I would ride down on her and break a ruler off in her ass, the next time she fucks with my girl.
We joked about the shit all the time. Funny how I was gon’ ride down on my own mother; that shit would not have worked in my favor.
Since I moved Ari in with me, shit between us was all good.
I turned over my player card, and I’m trying to see where this shit takes us.
I hate that we didn’t get to stay in Belize, because my girl really needed that break.
I’m going to plan something else for us real soon.
This girl was gon’ drive me crazy. When I say my girl sucked my soul straight out my dick!
She sucked my fucking soul, and she ain’t gave that shit back yet.
I want my shit back, though. A nigga needs his soul; the fuck she thought this was!
I didn’t know where she got that shit from, but I know this fucking much, I was watching her ass.
I still kept thinking about that scene at dinner in Belize. When I saw the fucking occupants at that table, I wanted to fall out just like Ma Lai did. What the fuck?
Then this nigga hauled ass out of the restaurant, forgetting that Ci was there.
I knew then that shit was all fucking bad.
Ci looked fuckin’ crushed, and I knew Ari was pissed, her ass has been asking question after question.
Talking to her damn self, walking back and forth.
You would have thought her ass was crazy.
Like some shit done jumped in her ass, and she was having an outta body experience.
I don’t know how many times I apologized to Ciera for my brother, but she was in another headspace right now. My phone started ringing, and I saw that it was Ju.
“About damn time, what’s good?” I asked, answering the phone.
“Man, I have no fucking idea right now. I’m still trying to figure this shit out with Kenya,” he spoke.
“Did you fucking forget you left your damn girl, nigga?” I yelled.
I was fucking pissed. I get trying to get to the bottom of this shit.
I also understood wanting to get Kenya to safety.
But fuck, he took that girl out of the fuckin country and just left.
I mean he did ask me to get them back safely, but still.
He better pray he didn’t piss me off some more, because I was fucking telling momma!
“No, I didn’t forget. This shit is fucked up I know, but Kenya is my fiancé, and I need to make sure she is good. I will call Ciera and explain,” he responded.
“Man, I will deal with your ass later. Me and Momma ‘cause I’m fucking telling on your black ass!” Then I hung up on his stupid ass!
That was my brother, but right was right, and wrong was wrong.
There was a better way to handle this shit.
Ari was still fucking going at it, and she damn near blew her top when I told her Ju went home.
Damn, I didn’t even get to pinch the pussy on the beach.
That nigga owed me. After I got up from a much-needed nap, it was a little after six.
Ari was still sleeping because I gave her some of this wood. I decided to call Meek to check in.
“What’s happening, man?” He answered.
“Just checking in. How things looking on your end?” I asked.
“We good over here. How is the trip going?”
“Man, some crazy shit popped off, and we are back home. Let’s link up later, and I will tell you about it. I will be at the club tonight; Ari wants to celebrate her sister’s birthday,” I told him.
“Shit let’s do it then. Make sure security is tight in that muthafucka. We need to treat that warning we got from that nigga Zoe with caution,” he responded.
“We good, my nigga. See you tonight.” Ending the call, I went back in the room, and Ari was up watching the news.
“Hey, babe,” she spoke as I got back in bed.
“Sup, beautiful. What’s on the agenda for the day?” I asked her.
“Nothing much, I want to check on Ciera and let her know about tonight. But for right now, I’m going to cook my man some dinner,” she smiled. I looked at her ass sideways because she never cooked me anything.
“You know we have a chef, right?” I asked her.
“Yeah, I know we do, but I want to cook for you,” she laughed and walked out the room.
Me: Mom, Ari is cooking me some dinner; if something happens, she did that shit!
Mom: Boy, shut the hell up! Why is she cooking if you have a chef? If I were her, I wouldn’t cook nothing.
Me: I wish she did have the chef cook, I think she trying to take me out. Have you talked to Juelz?
Mom: No! Why? Should I be talking to him?
Me: Yesssss! Call him, he got some shit going on.
Mom: Okay, I will call him. I hope I don’t have to mess your brother up.
Me: Whoop his ass, ma! He deserves it! Love you, lil’ lady.
Smiling to myself, because I knew my mom wasn’t going to call Juelz, she was going to his house. I was satisfied. An hour later, Ari came walking into the bedroom.
“Here you go, babe.” She placed the tray down in front of me.
She made burgers and fries, and it looked good. I slowly tasted it and the food was actually good as hell, so I bust it down. Then after dinner, we ended up in the shower, and I bust her ass down too. This girl was going to be the death of me. But if I died today, I was ready to fuckin’ go.
Later that night, we were at Club Velvet in VIP, and Ari was dancing on my lap as Panda blasted through the speakers.
She was looking sexy as hell tonight. She was rocking an off-the-shoulder black crop top from BEBE, a black pencil skirt, and a pair of red peep-toe Red Bottoms. That ass was sitting just right in that damn skirt; I was ready to take that shit off her ass.
“If you don’t cut that shit out, we gone be upstairs in my office with my dick somewhere near your tonsils,” I whispered in her ear.
“I’m sorry, babe. You know how I get when I’m drinking,” she said, smiling.
“So, is your sister going to come out and celebrate her birthday?” I asked.
“Yes, she said she was on her way,” she replied.
“Good.”
Meek walked into VIP a few minutes later, and the ladies were pulling on this nigga like he was Kofi Siriboe 2.0.
“What’s up, bro?” He said, dapping me up. The bottle girl came up, placing a bottle of Henny, Ace of Spades, and C?roc on the table.
“What up, bro? I see you can’t shake these ladies off ya,” I laughed.
“Man, shit, you know they can go in rotation, I’m wit’ it!” He laughed.
“Hey, Ari. What’s up with you?” Meek smiled.
“Hey, Meek. It’s good seeing you again!” Ari said, jumping and running up to her friend Toya as she walked up the stairs.
It was live as fuck at Velvet tonight, and the place was packed. Niggas was shoulder to shoulder in here.
“Hey y’all. It’s good seeing you both under better circumstances,” Toya said, smiling at Meek and me.
“Yeah. Good seeing you too, Ms. Lady,” Meek said, licking his lips.
Ahhh hell naww! This nigga on one tonight, I hope like hell he didn’t fuck with Toya, because if he fucks up then I’ma have to hear that shit from my girl. I’ma have to talk to this nigga because I’d hate to see me fuck him up over pussy.
“Nigga, lil’ mama fine as hell!” Meek said, looking at Toya.
“Yeah, she bad, but nigga that’s my girl best friend. I don’t want no smoke with yo ass. You know how you do, and I swear I'ma shoot you in that funky ass girl bun you got in yo head. Be a hundred with her if you just trying to hit, let her ass know that,” I said to his ass.
“I got this, son.” he smiled, while sipping on his drink and watching Toya like a damn hawk. Just as we were about to pour another drink, Ciera walked in VIP.
“Gooood Damnnn! Who the fuck is that?” Meek asked. I was already shaking my head, telling his ass that was a no go.
“Nope, nigga, she off limits. That’s Ari’s sister and she belong to Juelz,” I told him.
“Dammmnn that is one lucky ass nigga!” he replied. “Ohhh, I think I seen her before now that you mention it. He kept that shit on the hush. Sneaky ass bastard.
“Tell his ass that!” I said.
His ass needed to know how lucky he was.
I know he’s trying to find out what’s up with Kenya.
To be honest, I never liked Kenya. Her vibe was always off, and it just fucked with me.
Her suddenly showing up was just some crazy shit, and it’s something up with that shit too. I put that on everything I love.
“Hey, Ci. How you feeling?” I asked her.
“I’m good, thanks for asking,” she smiled. Ciera looked as if she didn’t want to be here and I could understand why.
“Ci, I’m so glad you came!” Ari yelled over the music, hugging her sister.
“I’m only gonna be out for a little while. I’m really not feeling being here.” She shrugged.
“I understand, Ci,” Ari gave her a half smile.
After I introduced Ciera to Meek, we all sat around, sipping and having a good time. Meek and Toya seemed to be deep in conversation; I guess we will see how that shit plays out. I saw my phone light up and it was a text from Juelz.
Juelz: What’s up, bro?
Me: Chillin’ at the club, with my girl, her fam, and Meek.
Juelz: Is Ci there?
Me: Yeah, nigga. We had to make up for the shit you pulled and celebrate her birthday.
Juelz: Fuck man. I know, but I have to figure this shit out with Kenya.
Me: Well, I guess Ci gon’ figure out what’s up with this nigga all in her face while you over there figuring shit out with the living dead!
I know that shit got that nigga tight as hell. When the clock struck midnight, we all jumped up, wishing Ci a happy birthday.
“Happy birthday, sissy!” Ari screamed, wrapping her arms around her sister.
“Thanks, everyone, for everything. I had a great time. I think I’m going to head home now,” she said.
Just as Ci turned to hug her sister, Juelz walked in VIP with a mug on his face. I sat with a smirk on mine; I knew that would get his egg head ass.