Chapter 9 #4
The ass on her was home grown. I grew up with her, and we talked on the phone just about every day, so if she had laid on a table to achieve this body, I would have known.
I didn’t know if I wanted to point out the tiny waist, or the fat ass first because both deserved its own moment.
Blake had light skin. The kind where if I were to pop her ass back, she would easily bruise.
She rocked a blonde pixie cut, and that cut is what really made her the baddest bitch.
You know how some women could be beautiful as hell on the outside, but their inner self was so disgusting?
Blake wasn’t like that. Her inner matched her exterior, and I truly believed that’s what made her so beautiful.
She was the fun friend, a girls girl, and a sweetheart.
She was the woman that would break her neck to get to the other side of the room, just to tell another woman that she liked her outfit.
I wouldn’t trade my girl for anything in the fuckin world.
I would literally take on a whole damn army for her.
“Don’t get anything too strong. Just something that I can sip, and don’t really feel it. If you get me drunk, good luck trying to get me up in the morning,” I warned her. She laughed off what I said, and then she disappeared into the kitchen that was behind us.
While she was away, I used this time to bow my head, pray over my food, and I dug in.
I moaned with each bite that I took, loving the taste of it, feeling like Blake was telling the truth when she hyped this restaurant up, telling me that it was the best Chinese food that she’s ever had in her life.
“I told you it was good,” she said, walking into the living room, holding a bottle of Stella Rosa Black in her hands, followed by two wine glasses.
She popped the bottle, handed me one of the wine glasses, in which I held out for her to pour some of the wine into, and she did just that.
She poured some in hers as well, matching the amount that she poured for me, and we clinked our glasses together, where I took a quick sip, and I reached over, so that I could set it down on the table before me.
Blake sat back down on the couch, scrolling with the remote, trying to find a movie to put on for us.
She opted on the movie Brown Sugar, wanting to know if I was okay with her putting it on before she pressed play, and I assured her that it was fine because I knew that I wasn’t going to be up long anyways.
“You going to hit up your boy while we’re out here?” I asked, after I chewed the food down, turning my head, so that I could look at her.
“Who? I know you’re not talking about Kendrix. Don’t get kicked out,” she fussed, and I cracked up laughing because my best friend was the kind of woman that would swear she hated a nigga so bad, but then you’ll call her, and she’ll be somewhere laid up with his ass.
Kendrix was Blake’s on, and off again boyfriend.
He stayed right here in New York, and I know that there are a million bitches out there that would get in line to suck his dick.
Not only was he very handsome, and very successful, but he was all around just the poster board of what most women would want in a man.
Well, most good women anyways. Kendrix didn’t have any children, and he had his own career.
He was a real estate developer. In fact, this very apartment that Blake owns is a building that he developed.
He was swimming in money, but for some reason, him and Blake couldn’t get it right.
There shit was toxic, but it wasn’t toxic like how things that I’ve seen with my sisters.
They’ll just do petty shit to piss each other off.
Blake will take another nigga up on his offer to go on a date if her, and Kendrix were into it. Little dumb stuff like that.
“Why do you do that? You act like you hate him so bad. When is the last time that you saw him?” I asked her.
“Dionne, please!” she snapped. The fact that she didn’t even answer the question, made me believe that she probably just fucked the nigga recently.
I laughed at her response, and then my phone started vibrating on the arm of the couch.
I picked it up to see who it was, and when I saw the name, ‘Tank’ flashing across the screen, mixed with this being a facetime call from him, my heart instantly started racing. We’ve never spoken on facetime before.
I froze up, not really knowing what to do. Blake saw that I had my phone in my hand, and she could hear it vibrating, so she glanced over at me. I lifted the phone, so that I could show her that he was calling me.
“Answer the damn phone, Dionne. Just see what he wants,” she snapped.
Blake knew little things about Tank, but not every damn thing.
She didn’t know about the kiss. I didn’t tell anyone about that.
It’s like I was scared to answer the phone for him because Tank didn’t have a filter on his mouth, and I felt like he got off on calling me out in front of other people, just as he did when my sisters were around, so I was lowkey a little afraid of answering it for him.
There was this part of me that was intrigued on what he could have possibly wanted, so I slid the bar across, answering it for him anyways, and my God, when I saw what was looking at me on the other end of the phone, I could have died.
His twist were out his hair. His hair was wet, and it was curly, as if he’d just washed it.
From the fresh line up that he had, I could tell that he might have gone and taken care of that today.
I could see the white wife beater that he was in, so some of the tattoos that he had on his chest were peeking out at me, along with his arms. There was a hardcore look on his face as he looked at me through the camera.
“What you got going on, love?” his deep voice asked me. When Blake heard his voice, she dramatically picked up her hand, as if she was fanning herself. I tried my best not to fully look at her because then I was going to start laughing.
“Why you asking it like your mad at me or something?” I wanted to know.
“Because I hit you on Facetime a little over two hours ago,” he responded.
“It didn’t go through. I was on a plane two hours ago.
I’m in New York with my best friend. She has some business that she’s taking care of tomorrow, and she asked me to come with her,” I explained to him, my eyes on everywhere but him because his gaze was so sexualizing, and that shit was going to really need Blake to come over to me and cool me off before I passed the hell out.
“Damn. I thought we were getting somewhere. We shared a beautiful night together last weekend. I couldn’t get a text letting me know that you were going to New York?
I would have pulled up to see you off before you left.
I would have even dropped you off to the airport,” he called me out, making me weak with the way he was talking to me.
The voice that he was using on me, it reminded me of the voice that he was using last weekend, when he was whispering all those nasty things in my ear.
“It was a last-minute thing. I didn’t know anything about it until this morning. Tank, I have ears around me, and I want to get off the phone with you. I don’t know what you’re going to say,” I voiced, and he laughed.
“I’m not going to embarrass you, love. Call me before you go to sleep then. When are you coming back? I want to see you,” he asked, and that sent chills down my spine.
“You miss me?” I asked, falling into his trap, hating that I even asked because Blake was right here.
“The fuck out of you actually,” I swear his voice shook my lady parts when he said that.
“I’m going to call you later. I can’t trust having speaker phone conversations with you while I’m around other people,” I was honest, and he chuckled again.
“Aight beautiful. Who you with? Your girl, Blake? I know we don’t know each other yet, but tell her I said what’s good,” he responded. He only knew Blake’s name because during one of our conversations, I let him know that I had one best friend.
“Hi Tank. Please get my best friend off the phone, so that I can see what the fuck is going on,” Blake didn’t have a shy bone in her body, so I wasn’t surprised by her outburst.
Just like Tank, she didn’t have a filter, so I had to hit her with my hand, basically telling her to stop because there’s no telling what would come out of her mouth as well.
“You know my name. Damn, you been telling people about daddy?” he asked me.
“Bye Tavion,” I didn’t even wait for a response because I hung up on him. I will not allow him the chance to embarrass me.
“Oh bitch! You liar! You downplayed your situationship with him,” was the first thing that Blake said to me when we got off the phone.
“I didn’t. I just didn’t disclose everything,” I shot.
“Ya’ll fucked?” she asked.
“No. I swear,” I was quick with my response.
“Ya’ll did something. That nigga sounds sprung, and you look sprung out too,” she went on.
“We kissed last weekend. It was a long, nasty kiss, Blake. The kind of kiss, where he had to walk me to the restroom, so that I could wipe myself down. Blake, he’s nasty.
The stuff he was saying in my ear, the way he was holding me, the way he kissed me, the way this man sat me on his lap, so that I could feel that dick.
My God,” I exclaimed, throwing myself back into the couch.
She was screaming, as she listened to me tell her these things.
“So, you felt it? What it felt like?” she wanted to know.
“Bitch, heavy! He literally sat me right on it. I can’t let him fuck me. I can’t. Blake, I feel like that dick will have me losing my mind,” I shared, and she was cracking up, with tears falling from her eyes, listening to me.
“Best friend, I’m afraid the mind is already lost. Tank isn’t even your typical type, and the way I can see it in your eyes that your feeling this nigga, it’s only a matter of time before you let him hit it.
I say go for it. You may think that I’m being dramatic, but I hear it in his fuckin voice that he wants you.
He wants you bad. Bitch, I can’t believe you,” she finished.
She brought it right back up moments later, wanting more details about the kiss.
Telling her what happened last weekend, had me feeling like I was reliving it again.
I hadn’t even realized how goofy I was being until my cheeks started hurting from all the damn smiling that I was doing.
I really don’t know what was happening here, but I felt something.
I couldn’t run from that feeling anymore.