4. Darius
I watched as Bree stood in front of me her hands resting on her hips watching me with a scowl like she was waiting on a confession, apology, or something.
Since I didn’t know what her issue was, I didn’t say anything.
But there was only so long I was going to stand there and have a stare off with her.
“The way you kept telling me you weren’t ready for a relationship, it would be real foul if you went and got a girlfriend,” she finally expressed herself.
I didn’t have a girlfriend. But it didn’t seem like she was asking me.
Bree was coming at me like she knew for a fact I had done something to upset her.
“I’m not stupid. You’re a busy person, but we’ve never gone a month without linking up. There has to be someone else.”
My response was a blank stare because whether there was someone else or not, it didn’t matter. We weren’t in a relationship, and I encouraged her to date. If she chose not to that wasn’t on me.
“If there is someone else what that mean?” I asked.
Bree drew back. “What that mean?” she scoffed. “You didn’t want a relationship, cool. I was fine with us just being casual. But how are you going to replace me?”
It was my turn to frown. I was far from slow, but I was having trouble grasping what the fuck she was talking about. “Bree,” I chuckled. “Shorty.” I was trying to find the right words to say.
“We do what we do. It’s always been fun, and it’s never been serious.
You made it clear from day one, that you want marriage and kids.
Nah, you don’t have to get married next month, but that’s the ultimate goal and I can assure you, I’m not getting married or having kids anytime soon.
I’ve told you numerous times I’d never get mad if you find the man that gives you what you want because it won’t be me.
So, if I find someone else to occupy my time with why the fuck would you be mad?
Why end up getting attached to me knowing I won’t give you what you want? That’s crazy as hell.”
“No what’s crazy is dealing with me for this long and expecting me not to get attached.”
I threw my hands up in exasperation. Women were crazy as hell. “So that’s my fault?” I stabbed my chest with my finger. “You chose to keep dealing with me despite everything I said, and you’re mad at me because you got attached?”
“It’s fine, Darius. I just wanted to know what it was, and you for sure made that clear. Have a very nice life.”
“You do the same.” I shook my head.
That shit tripped me out. Bree stood there as I got in my car.
I had been running like crazy making money, spending time with Vani, getting more money, trying to find time to catch up on rest and now, I was getting ready for Antigua.
I had too much on my plate to entertain Bree the way she wanted me to, and she was in her feelings about it.
Vani wasn’t my girl, and me only dealing with her hadn’t even been on purpose.
She was at my house at least three nights a week.
We were spending so much time together, that her parents pretty much demanded to meet me.
I didn’t even lie to my own parents about who or what I was, but I wasn’t trying to give her people heart attacks.
That was the only reason I lied and told them I was a barber.
Our meeting lasted about thirty minutes and by the time I left, I was shaking her father’s hand and giving him some weed from my personal stash.
Vani didn’t get on a nigga’s nerves. We had fun together and good sex.
There really hadn’t been a need for me to deal with anyone else.
Maybe I had never been in love, but I didn’t understand how a person could come along and make someone change their mind on something they deeply wanted.
Bree wasn’t wrong for wanting a husband and kids.
Maybe that would be me in four or five years, but if she really wanted those things in the near future, she was wasting her time with me.
The worst thing in the world would have been for her to be okay with not getting those things and turning around in two or three years and resenting me.
One of the seven wonders of the world should have been why women really thought good pussy and fire head would make a man change his mind.
They had that all the way wrong with me.
I’d been having sex for a long time, and I had more good pussy than bad.
I was never moved by good sex or a pretty face.
That was what let me know Vani was special.
It was her overall vibe that I couldn’t get enough of. Her looks and pussy only added to that.
She was a bad lil’ something, and she was fine just the way she was.
But I’d slowly been upgrading her, and I could tell.
I also loved that she loved wearing heels.
Seeing those dainty ass feet in some fire heels and her pedicured toes made my dick jump every time.
She was also gaining that happy weight that females complained about.
My baby was getting thicker than cold oatmeal.
I gave her money almost every day so since we’d been dealing, I’d never seen her repeat an outfit.
I’d damn near never seen her repeat a pair of shoes.
As long as she stayed exactly how she was, I knew Bree wouldn’t be the only female pissed with me.
If I continued to not have the desire to deal with other women, then making it official with Vani would be the only thing that made sense.
When I left Bree, I headed to Azarius. Our mothers were best friends, so we grew up together.
We weren’t blood, but we may as well have been.
Honestly, I rocked with Azarius harder than I did with some of my actual relatives.
He was going to ride with me to Zoe Land to holla at my homie, Purpose.
Zoe Land was one of the littest parts of the city, if you were welcome there.
A whole community of Haitians that had their own culture right there in one area.
Restaurants, grocery stores, laundromats, barbers, braiders, you name it.
A nigga could go to Zoe Land and have a ball.
They had good weed, bad chicks, banging food, and a dope vibe.
Zoe Land could be dangerous as well depending on the situation.
One day it could start out as heaven and turn into hell by midnight.
I had been copping coke from Purpose for almost two years, and I was about to turn Azarius on to him.
Rarely, did Purpose take new clientele. He wasn’t thirsty for people to sell dope to.
He had them lined up wanting to do business with him, and he was selective about who he chose.
He only served a handful of people. He only had to.
The people he did allow to purchase his product spent enough money with him monthly that he didn’t have to put himself out there too bad, and he still made money hand over fist.
I had asked him about meeting Azarius once about five months ago, and he told me he’d let me know when he was ready.
In the meantime, Azarius copped weight from me, but he was ready to step his game up.
I didn’t sell whole bricks. I busted my shit down, so it was time for him to graduate to the big leagues.
And since he was my brother, and I wasn’t a hater, if he was gon’ get money, I was going to put him on to the best plug in the city.
While Azarius waited for Purpose to decide whether or not he wanted to rock with him, he just copped work from me.
His ass called me to re-up every few days, so Purpose agreeing to meet him right before I left for Antigua was great for Azarius.
When I pulled up at his mother’s house, Azarius was seated on the porch steps smoking a blunt.
Like me, he lived out the way. It took thirty minutes to get to his home from his mom’s house.
Mad people knew where we hung out at. If it wasn’t family, not even ten people knew where we actually lived, and that was how it was going to stay.
I had been in my townhouse for a year, and Bree and Vani were the only women I’d ever taken there.
Vani was the only one that had ever spent the night.
I was contemplating giving her lil’ ass a key, but I had to be sure before I did that.
Real sure. Rather than jumping the gun, I was gon’ hold off for another few months.
Even if I was going to do dirt, I wouldn’t take the female to my crib but still.
Giving a woman a key was a big step, and I had to be sure I was ready for all that.
Vani had been cool so far, but we weren’t in that deep yet.
Any woman’s crazy could be activated once she fell in love with a man.
Speaking of which, I hoped Bree remained mature and unproblematic because I didn’t have time for the BS.
The moment he spotted me, Azarius stood. He pulled his pants up on his waist as he walked to my car with the blunt dangling between his lips.
“What up G?” he asked inside the car. He looked over like he was inspecting me. “Bree let you walk away without bruises I see.”
I chuckled and backed out of the driveway. “Bree ass never gave you the impression she was crazy. I don’t even know why you thought she’d play with me like that.”
“Shitttttt,” he drawled. “I’ve seen the demurest women get gutta with a nigga. You been rocking with Bree for a lil’ minute. I don’t care what either one of you say. In her mind, you were damn near her nigga.”
“And that’s what I don’t get,” I shook my head.
“I guess I talk just to exercise my tongue.
My aunt legit stopped talking to a dude ‘cus he drank too much. He wasn’t even an alcoholic.
He just drank more than she cared for, and she left him where he stood.
A person has a right to want whatever they want.
Women have to start standing on that shit and stop thinking putting the pussy on a nigga will make him change his mind ‘bout some shit.”