Chapter 9
SANTANA “SOSA” BAPTISTE
“Sir, we really need you to use the wheelchair. It’s policy.”
I stepped into Quick’s room to see him and one of the nurses in a heated debate. The nigga was sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed and mugging while she pointed at a wheelchair nearby. As soon as he saw me, he stood to his feet, towering over shorty, but she didn’t back down.
“Look, my ride here, and as you can see, I can stand good as fuck. I can walk, and I can probably do the fuckin’ Dougie, so take this shit up outta here,” he fussed, kicking the chair so it rolled away.
“Man, why you up here giving these people a hard time? Get your big ass in the chair, so we can go.” I tried to help, and he shot his heated glare my way.
“What, so she can be bumping my knees and shit on the way downstairs? Hell naw!”
I couldn’t lie, he had a point, but I wasn’t trying to be up there all day while he argued with them.
Since I’d been tasked with picking him up, I’d set up some fun for the nigga, and I was tryna get to that.
Coming further into the room, I pushed the chair back toward him, and the nurse leaned over to lock it in place just in case he decided to kick it again.
“Thank you,” she said exasperated before turning back to Quick. “Mr. Baptiste, they’re not going to let you leave if you don’t use the chair. It’s a liability, so nothing happens to you before you’re able to leave the property.” She tried again.
“I’m straight, shorty. Y’all already gave me my papers, so I can leave however I want to.” At that point, his ass sounded like a little kid, and even I was getting fed up.
“I’m going to get Micah. Maybe she can get you in the chair.” She tossed her hands up with the threat, leaving the room in a huff.
My eyes slid over to my cousin, who was now grinning.
“Nigga, who the fuck is Micah?”
“A bad ass shorty that works here.” He shrugged, and I shook my damn head.
“So, you did that shit on purpose?” Frowning, I dropped onto the bed next to him since he was obviously waiting on the Micah girl, and he shrugged again.
“Duh, nigga. I’m ready to get the fuck up outta here, but I’m tryna see my lil fine shit before I do. She works in therapy, though, so she isn’t on this floor all the time,” he explained.
A few seconds later, a thick ass nurse with glasses came in looking like Meg Thee Stallion. She gave Quick a pointed look as she came over to the bed, but his ass was still smiling, completely unbothered.
“Quincy, why are you giving Shanice problems? You said you wanted to go home.”
“I do, but I wanted to see you first. You could let a nigga hire you, then I’ll be able to see you every week.
I low key do still have pain in my arm.” This nigga moved his arm a little and winced like he was really hurting, and I had to keep myself from punching him in it.
Shorty saw right through that shit, too, but instead of being annoyed, she chuckled like his ass was funny or something.
“Nothings wrong with your arm, so I’m going to pass. Now get in the chair, so I can push you down and go to lunch.”
“Shiiitt, we can take you to lunch. I owe you for bringing me back to health and shit,” he offered, but she gave him a look that had him quickly giving up. “Okay, okay, I got you.”
Although I knew he’d pulled this whole stunt just to get shorty up here, I was still surprised when his big ass stood up slowly like his body hurt.
Being the type of nurse she was, Micah wrapped an arm around his midsection and helped him over into the chair, and I just narrowed my eyes at his ass.
The nigga was a whole ass con artist, and I was going to make sure to tell my mama on him once I talked to her.
Once Quick was settled in the chair with his feet on the footrest, Micah finally turned to me with a smile.
“Hi, I’m Micah.” She held her hand out to me, but before I could take it, Quick’s hating ass grabbed it.
This was the second time a nigga was trying to cock block, and I was starting to get offended.
“Quincy!” she chastised but I could tell she actually liked his block head ass.
“It’s ayite. This nigga rude, but I’m his big cousin, Sosa. It was nice to meet you. Obviously, you’ve been giving him excellent care and it has him wanting to keep you to himself,” I snitched, and he narrowed his eyes at me like that shit wasn’t obvious to her anyway.
Smiling, she slipped her hand out of his and moved around to the back of the wheelchair.
“Well, Quincy knows he has to share me with about twenty others, but now that he’s going home, he should be doing the exercises I taught him, and he’ll be just fine.
” Micah started off talking to me, but we both knew that last part was for his ass.
“I got you, Micah. I already started today.” He cheesed, lying right through his teeth. He probably wasn’t going to do shit but exercise his trigger finger, and that was if Vega let him come back to work any time soon.
Shaking my head, I snatched his bag up and dropped it in his lap before following them out the door. As we passed the nurses’ station, every one of them looked up at Micah with annoyance. No doubt they’d all been trying to push their best game on my cousin, but he obviously only had eyes for her.
Micah’s strong ass was pushing the hell out of that chair because they ended up a few feet ahead of me, and I picked up the pace to catch up just as this sexy ass shorty came off the elevator.
Lightly toasted skin with slanted eyes and heart shaped lips greeted me.
She was made up like it was her birthday, but it only enhanced her beauty.
She flipped her curly weave as she came closer, like she knew I was staring.
“Hey, where you going? I was coming to get you for lunch,” she said in a raspy voice.
I tuned out of their conversation as I eyed her thick ass frame in the black jumpsuit with a red, black, and white flannel wrapped around her waist. It did little to hide how big her ass was.
She could probably sit a glass of water on that muthafucka and walk around without it spilling.
And the shit was all hers, that much I knew.
By the time I snapped out of my salacious thoughts of having her bent over in my bed, they’d already walked off again and were heading to the elevator, so I had to play catch up.
I ducked inside just before the doors closed, and when her eyes landed on me, I could see them lighting up in approval despite not having put shit on.
Since I was only coming to pick Quick up, I hadn’t done much, just a gray Nike sweatshirt and some Amiri jeans with a pair of Jordans.
The two chains on my neck were definitely water, though, and I knew my ears were shining as well.
“Damn, nigga, you almost got left,” Quick drawled, but I ignored his ass.
I probably looked crazy as fuck just staring at shorty without speaking, but I was still trying to figure out what I even wanted to say when we reached the first floor.
I’d parked right out front in anticipation of not having him travel so far, and I hurried to hit the locks so he could get his crippled ass in, gaining another look from shorty.
“I’ll meet you at the car after I take this wheelchair in, Bliss,” Micah said, making shorty tear her eyes away from me to nod.
Bliss? I knew I couldn’t have heard that shit right, but damn if it didn’t fit her ass perfectly.
Everything about her was perfect as hell, and she carried herself like she knew it too.
Hitting me with one last look, she switched away to the parking lot, and I followed her.
“Hey, hold up, Perfect!” I called out to her and wasn’t surprised when she looked around, confused.
“Are you yelling across a parking lot at me?” she questioned, trying hard not to let her lips curve into a smile.
“You’re the only perfect muthafucka I see out here.” I finally caught up to her, and she had to tilt her head to look up at me since I had her by a few feet. With a hand over her eyes to block out the sun, she raised a suspicious brow but didn’t walk off, so I knew she was interested.
“Do you go around using that shit on every woman you meet?” She called me out, and I flashed my teeth, giving her a glimpse of the bottom grills I was wearing.
“Honestly, I ain’t ever called a woman that, but it’s the first thing that came to mind when I saw you.” It probably sounded like a pickup line to her, but it was the whole truth.
I’d never felt the need to gas a shorty up just to get her number, but Perfect had me ready to go all out, and I didn’t even know why.
She was fine as hell, and thick for sure, but she wasn’t the first baddie I’d ever seen.
Most times, women were throwing themselves at my feet, and even though I could clearly see that she was just as interested as I was, she was playing that shit cool, and I had to admit I liked that.
Twisting her lips doubtfully, she shifted her weight, making her hip poke out.
“That literally sounds like some shit you say to everybody.”
“Naw, Perfect is strictly reserved for you, and that’s on my mama.
” My words meant nothing to her, and I could tell by the look on her face, but my thirsty ass kept trying.
“Look, I’ma prove it ain’t game. I’m gon’ give you my number instead of trying to get yours.
That’s definitely some different shit for me. ”
“Nigga, that’s probably some shit you say to everybody too. That don’t prove a damn thing.” She scoffed, and I couldn’t help chuckling.
“Damn, baby, you’re a hard sell. I’m just tryna get up with you, no bullshit.” I held my hands up in surrender, and she studied me for a few seconds like she could figure me out before snickering.
“You might be right.” She finally sighed. “Give me your number, and I’ll think about calling you,” her smart ass said, and I grinned widely.