Chapter 22
REINA
I'm in love, I'm in love
Do you hear me?
Was so scared
Not prepared
But it just hit me
Glad it's us now, I'm good
I'm so in loveeeee
Ginuwine’s song played at ignorant levels as we drove down to McCormick Place for Comic Con.
After valeting my truck, we hopped out and walked hand in hand, and immediately, I was in awe and overstimulated.
There were so many damn people in the main hall, and so many interesting costumes.
Never in my life would I attend something like this off my own volition, but seeing how it brought joy to my man’s face made me wanna do it.
Plus, I loved a good theme and any opportunity to switch my wig.
I felt super cute in my custom Sailor Moon outfit, and my man looked good as fuck in his outfit too.
I wasn’t even a loctician, but I came out of retirement for him and was glad I did.
Couldn’t no hoe touch that crown but me!
We walked through, stopping at different booths every so often to take pictures.
Vasiah looked like a kid in a candy store.
It warmed my heart to see him in his element freely.
Though guilty of this myself, I realized that we called every whimsical thing a Black boy did gay, as if it was something wrong with having niche interests.
Then those same stifled boys grew up into the angriest, most boring niggas I ever met.
I remember talking to a dude once, and I asked him what he liked to do besides getting money, and this nigga told me, “Think about other ways to get money.” I knew then and there that we didn’t align, so after making him send me a thousand dollars for being boring and wasting my time, I blocked him.
My Nana always told me that a man had to know something about himself and have his own interests outside of his woman or job.
Otherwise, he’d be stuck up your ass, and a woman of my caliber didn’t have time for that.
The older I got, the more that sentiment rang true for me.
Vasiah was different in every sense of the word, and I couldn’t be happier.
I had my life, and he had his, but we meshed them together when need be.
“Hey, Vasiah.” I looked around, then down, seeing little Miss Fake Ass Jhené Aiko dressed in what looked like the green Powerpuff Girls dress and a stiff, blunt-cut bob wig.
“Oh… Wassup, Mykita?”
I waited for her to acknowledge me, but she was about three seconds too late.
“Is Vasiah the only one you see?”
She looked up, her facial expression slightly annoyed. “Hey,” she replied flatly. She started to say something to Vasiah again, but I cut her off.
“Mykita, do you wanna fuck my man again or something?” I looked at her down the bridge of my nose, because she literally came up to my boobs in height.
Her mouth went agape while Vasiah looked slightly mortified. I didn’t care. Things had to be established around here, or I wouldn’t hesitate to let her meet what was in my purse.
Stop always wanting to shoot people, crazy. The angel on my shoulder was talking to me, and I didn’t wanna hear her right now.
Do it, the devil on my other shoulder replied. You know Reign gon’ bail you out.
“I… what kinda question is that?”
“One I expect an honest answer to. See, I’m not well-versed in the ways of women who wish they were another woman because I don’t do lame shit like that, but it's obvious that you wish you could get another hit of that crack between his legs. Unfortunately, sis, he’s booked up for the rest of his life. ”
She scoffed. I smelled the fear all over her, and rightfully so. She ain’t know that I was carrying something hot for her on me, and I liked the element of surprise, so I wasn’t telling her.
“I’m not sure what you want me to say to that. This is crazy.”
“Not crazier than me, boo. Imma say this, and then you can go on the other side of the convention and enjoy yourself. Vasiah is not on the market, nor will he be again as long as we are both breathing. The feelings you might have for him are as unrequited as a gay man’s feelings for a down-low man.
Now, I know the whole spiel of ya’ll being neighbors and fucking in college, but please understand that a better woman with better pussy is here to stay.
The next time you come across my man and think you’ll fix your surgically enhanced lips to greet him, think again.
And if you see both of us together and you choose to dryly address me, please understand that Ion even play like that, boo.
Have some fuckin’ decorum when you see me bitch and stop trynna find ways to talk to him through your parents. ”
Mykita and Vasiah’s eyes stretched, and without another word, she spun on those ugly patent leather shoes and disappeared through the crowd.
About an hour and a half and five hundred dollars spent on rare collectables and comic books later, we were headed home.
“Hayami…”
I looked up from my phone, filling in the group chat on what happened.
“What?”
“Did you think all that was necessary?”
“Lemme explain something to you, Vasiah. And this will be the last time I address anyone in person for a while. You thinking I’m laid back gone get you torn up out here.
I’m not chill because I want to be; I’m chill because I choose to be.
I’ve also never fought or argued with a bitch over any man.
Not even when hoes used to book hair appointments just to try and fight or argue with me.
You’re different. Personally, I prolly could’ve done more. ”
“But Mykita is –”
“Are you defending that bitch Vasiah? Lemme know sumn.”
He paused. “No. I’m just saying that I don’t think you reading her like that was the appropriate response for what she did.”
I stared at him like he was slow. “Let’s just agree to disagree, because that was a woman-to-woman thing, baby.
That girl ain’t as innocent or as meek as she likes to portray herself, but I won’t be wasting my precious breath going back and forth about it.
” He was making me angry, but not so angry that my trigger finger wanted to itch.
Men were just so aloof and slow at times, especially my nerdy ass man.
I’d hate to have to knock the bifocals off his ass for playing with me, so I decided to drop it.
The next day, we were headed to a Sunday Funday with the crew.
Since he invited me into his world, I wanted to invite him into mine.
I love the club, I love hookah, I love hanging out my sunroof while somebody drives fast and the wind is whipping through my bundles.
We were doing a rooftop brunch, then going to the hookah spot, then having a sunset yacht party.
I dressed in a butter yellow mini skirt, platform Pucci heels, a white halter neck shirt, and a matching Pucci purse.
I’d put my curly wig back on, parted it down the middle, and freshly moussed it so that the curls would pop.
Vasiah matched my fly with his own butter yellow top and some jeans with some Off-White Jordan 4s.
His locs were still twisted in his bun, and he switched out his black square frames for some clear ones.
If I wasn’t still annoyed with him, I’d give him some pussy just based on how good he looked and smelled.
But no. I needed to be strong!
“You bout ready, Hayami?”
“Mmhmm. We’re not driving today, though.”
“Oh? You trynna Uber?”
“No. Whenever we all go out, we always end up using a private car service or renting a sprinter. Reign is heavily against drunk driving, and I plan to make us fall in the bushes today.” I nodded towards the bottle of Don Julio Reposado and lavender lemonade.
Vasiah nodded. “Damn. Y’all do it big. That’s wassup. Celebrating anything in particular?”
“Just life. We don’t get to kick it too often since we all own businesses, so when we do get together, we do it big every time.”
“That’s wassup. So, babe… are you still upset with me?”
I thought about lying, but lying was for pussy ass hoes, and I wasn’t one of them. “I’m annoyed with you.”
“Why?”
I sighed. “There’s certain things a woman just knows, and as your woman, you should trust me.
Sure, you know ole girl way better than I do, but that doesn’t mean that my intuition was lying.
As I said, be lucky I didn’t do more.” Once I said that, all you heard was the sound of Ken The Man playing softly on my Bluetooth speaker.
We were at Casa De Reina today because I wanted to go home, but Vasiah insisted on us sleeping together, so I finally let him come over.
Admittedly, he looked as good in my bed as I did in his, but I was still agitated with him.
I watched him watch me through the mirror as I finished applying gloss. His jaw was tight, a true indicator that he was upset, but I didn’t understand why. I hadn’t raised my voice or called him outta his name. Quickly, I texted the group chat.
Me: Aye hoes. Do I got time to suck this nigga’s dick real quick? I think he’s upset at me cuz I checked his friend.
Joyy: …. Bitch
Rae: Well, me and your brother are running late too because….
Me: Spare me. I don’t wanna hear it
Cherrice: I meannnnn. Don’t leave yo man mad, hoe!
Me: I don’t want to, but damn. Relationships are hard!
Rae: Girl…you’ve only been in one for five minutes lol. But sometimes you do gotta suck a lil dick. Not because you’re wrong, but to ease the tension. Back in my day, I woulda had to get carried out of a venue if a hoe wouda addressed my man and not me. You ain’t wrong, friend!
I chuckled to myself, knowing that it was true. Rae was truly in her soft girl era now, but don’t ever play with her about my brother, or she’d take that apron off so quick!
“Hayami.” I turned my head to see that Vasiah was hovering over me.
“I’m sorry I questioned your intuition. I ain’t never dealt with nothing like that before.” he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. I nodded.
“You’re forgiven, baby… I actually wanna say sorry to you, too.”
“What are you apologizing for?”
“For making me be mad at you,” I grinned, and he smirked.
“You something else, man…”
“Mmmhmm.” My eyes cast downward as I trailed my hand along the zipper of his jeans. Before I even tugged on it, he was bulging already.
“Whatchu trynna do with that?” he asked huskily.
“You’ll see.” I pulled it out and wrapped both hands around it, swirling my tongue around the head. His head went back as he gripped my wig.
“Reinaaa…”
I responded with slurps, sinking lower and lower until it tapped the back of my larynx. If it weren’t for my wig glue, I’m sure my wig would’ve been on the other side of the room, from how hard he was gripping it.
“Eyes on me,” he commanded, and I looked up, holding his stare. Alternating my hands between his shaft and his balls, my man’s legs were about to give out on him. His hands went from my hair to either side of my vanity for balance.
“REINA. BABY. YOU EAT THIS DICK UP SO GOOD! I’M BOUT TO CU–” Poor baby couldn’t even finish his sentence because moments later, the kids went to the playground down my throat. I swallowed every drop, and he staggered back.
“You….I might… have to… you did that to other niggas before?!” he looked like he was having an out-of-body experience, and I couldn’t help but laugh at his question.
“Vasiah, what?! Of course, I’ve sucked dick before…
not like this though, and not being in love with a man like you.
” There was a tinge of seriousness to my voice.
I was very sexually experienced, in tune with what my body needed and wanted, and knew how to get mine.
This was the first time I ever prioritized someone else’s pleasure in addition to mine.
Most niggas I fucked were just happy to be there, and it showed in the ways they conducted themselves in the bedroom.
Having sex while you’re in love is proving to be different.
Like not only is this person capable of blowing my back out and treating me well, but this person is also someone I feel extremely safe with.
Vasiah smiled, and I almost said fuck Sunday Funday to get bent over and show him something else.
Instead, I brushed my teeth again and scraped my tongue, finally ready after three more coats of gloss.
Hand in hand with the Don Julio in tow, we walked towards the sprinter where everyone else was waiting.
Reign stood outside, dressed in his usual all-black, with a pre-roll behind his ear.
Vasiah squeezed my hand tighter, and right as I was about to interject before either of them said anything slick, Reign surprised us both.
“Aye, bro. We got off on the wrong foot, so I wanna apologize to you. Smoke this with me?”
My eyes stretched. Maybe love changes you after all.