2. Darius Artis #2
Never breaking eye contact, I reached inside my pocket and removed the money I’d placed in there. I counted out $3,000 and handed it to Bree. She never asked me for anything, so I was sure she was shocked that I’d given her so much.
“Wow. Thank you. I thought you were going to give me like $500. Maybe less than that.” I could tell she was stunned.
“Damn you low balled me like a muhfucka. Now you know, huh? I’m going to hit you up. I gotta make a few moves.”
Disappointment flickered in her orbs. I was sure she thought I’d try to get some pussy, but I had moves to make.
Women assumed that I had so many females vying for my attention and that I was this huge playboy.
The truth of the matter was that I absolutely could have had a different woman every night of the week if that was what I wanted.
But when it came to getting money, I had tunnel vision. Sex came after I ran that bag up.
“Okay. You think you’ll have time to come back by tonight?”
“I’m not sure. When you going on your trip?”
“Next weekend.”
“I’ll see you before you leave for sure.”
I got back inside my car and checked my missed calls. I had talked to Lavani once earlier in the day, and I had told her I was going to call her back. It had been five hours, and I hadn’t done so. After pulling off Bree’s street, I unlocked my phone and called Lavani.
“Hey.”
“What you doing?” I asked while having flashbacks of her moaning in my ear while she came all on my dick.
“Just finished braiding hair. About to make some lasagna. What are you doing?”
“Out moving around. You gon’ fuck with me later on? I should be finished ripping and running by ten. I’ll come pick you up.”
“Um sure.”
“You gon’ bring me some of that lasagna? Your boy is tired of eating fast food.”
“I got you,” Lavani giggled.
“Do you really got me though?” I was no longer talking about lasagna.
“Yeah, I got you.” Her soft tone made my dick jump.
Younger females could be with the shits too.
I already knew women Lavani’s age that had multiple kids and were married.
I just felt like when it came to her and Bree, they were different in the sense that Lavani was still young and turnt wanting to have a good time.
I didn’t see her being in a rush to have kids and get married.
I knew a woman like Bree felt that marriage gave her more weight.
And to be fair it did. And since I wasn’t ready to be in the house every night before 8:00 or spend the weekends with a wife and kids, I was letting her be free to find that in another man.
I wanted to have fun with my chick. Shop, travel, and have good sex without conversations every five minutes about marriage and the future.
That was where Lavani was more my speed.
I just needed her to be understanding of my hectic lifestyle and let me do me as far as getting money without always nagging and accusing me of cheating.
I needed her to be able to ride with me without being scared to bust her gun if niggas came for me.
I needed her to know not to fold and tell my business if the police ever jammed me up.
I needed her to have a lawyer and bail bondsman on speed dial and not crack under pressure if I got arrested. That kind of shit.
“But do you really got me though?”
Lavani kissed her teeth. “What I say?”
Lavani didn’t live too far from Bree, so as we talked, I was heading in her direction. “You know how to cook for real, or you in there playing in the kitchen messing up good food?”
“I’m not in the habit of doing a lot of talking. You’ll see for yourself when you taste it.”
“Well damn. Shut me up. I hear you, mama.”
Lavani giggled as I turned onto her street.
“Do me a favor and come outside.”
“Huh?”
“If you can huh you can hear.”
I was met with silence, but I could hear her walking through the house. Seconds later, she exited the house with wide eyes. I chuckled and ended the call as she walked toward the car. “Oh we just popping up on people now?” she asked when I rolled down the window.
“I can’t do that?” I eyed the leggings and crop top that she wore.
“Can I pop up at your crib?”
“Depends.”
“Yeah, I bet.”
“Nah, I’m saying. I’d never pop up over here on no rude or disrespectful shit. I just wanted to see that pretty ass face. And give you this.”
Vani’s brows rose as I dug in my pants’ pocket. After removing the remaining money I had left, I counted out $1,000 and passed it to her.
“Long as you got me, I got you.”
Lavani’s jaw slacked a bit. “Thank you,” she finally looked up after staring at the money briefly. “’Cus I’m damn sure not one of those girls that will give it back.”
Her comment made me laugh. “I don’t want you to be. I’m about to make some moves though. I’ll text you like thirty minutes before I come scoop you.”
“Okay. Be safe.”
“Always.”
I backed out of her driveway while watching her hips sway as she walked back inside the house. Yeah, Lavani was my speed for sure.
“What up old man?” I asked the next day as I gave my homie Wally dap.