Even with the way she came at me earlier, I wasn’t giving her the chance to push me away because she was scared. We both had something to lose in this, and I was patient. I was certain at the end of this I would have a wife, and she would have a husband. The shit was hard when she had a fire ass mouth on her.
A nigga was still over here in my feelings because she told me to shut the fuck up. The fuck she thought this was?
“Oh, this is my shit,” Kobe started winding his hips, while him and Synthia both danced with each other.
Capri stood up on the couch while Alaia held onto her, and stood beside her, and then she stopped as if she realized something. “Kobe, you know this song is very homophobic, right?”
Kobe, in the midst of still gyrating, said, “Alaia, this is my shit and I’m gonna shake my little homo hips to it.” He did someballerina spin that a drunken Syn tried to copy and ended up on her ass.
I laughed because Kobe was going to be him. He didn’t give a fuck who was around, he was going to speak his mind and be proud about who he was. If niggas had a problem, then they could swallow bullets behind him.
Kobe never had to say much, because every God would fuck some shit up behind him. I never cared what the next man was doing, and the same shit applied with Kobe. It was his life, and he never pushed that shit on us.
We respected him, and the respect was given back. He was Havoc’s best friend, but he was like an honoree Inferno God.
After slugging back juice after juice, my bladder felt like it was about to erupt. When I was done pissing, I was taking my ass back to the crib. It was time to call it a night. I had my head back letting this shit rain. Just when I didn’t think I had any more piss to give, more came.
The door creaked and I looked over my shoulder and saw Zoya standing there. She was unbalanced but got her shit together to cross her arms and continue with her attitude from earlier.
“If liquor don’t make you nicer, then you just fucking mean, Boobie.” I sighed, not in the mood for whatever she was coming with.
With her arms folded tightly, she stared at me. “You claim that you want me, but you spent the entire night smiling in some bitch’s face.”
“This what you came in here for? Why the fuck you care, Zoya?” I shook my shit and zipped my pants back up.
She continued to stand there with her arms folded, while I washed my hands. “I don’t care… I wanted to see things for myself. Men say one thing and almost always do the opposite.”
“Nah, you want me to be that way with you… to not be a man of my fucking word. You the only person that says one thing and do the opposite. I mean, you a fucking lawyer… makes perfect sense.”
“Don’t talk down on my career… you don’t hear me talking about you being a criminal.”
I laughed. “Have a good night, Zoya.”
She wanted to get into an argument like we did before. Baiting me to say some wild shit, so she would feel better about moving on and ignoring me. “Walk away… do what you do best.”
She hit me in the back as I walked past her, and I snatched her up, backing her against the door.
"Don’t put your hands on me, Zoya. You not a fucking baby... use your words. Tell me what the fuck you feeling," I sternly warned her.
I believe it went both ways when it came to men and women putting their hands on each other. A man shouldn’t ever put his hands on a woman, and a woman should return that same respect.
So many times, niggas laughed at domestic violence when it came to a woman hitting on a man. As if that shit was something to laugh about.
I didn’t give a fuck what she felt in this moment, I was letting her know that hitting shit didn’t fly with me. She wasn’t about to put her hands on me whenever she couldn’t communicate.
“Get off me, Gerald.”
“You got degrees… use those fucking words, Zoya.”
She rolled her eyes, looking away from me. “Why you got me held up in here when you got the next bitch out there… you real funny.”
“Nah, you the one that’s funny. Montana left an hour ago, and you still worried about her. Worried about if I got her number or not.”
“Kobe said that you got her number.” She refused to look me in the eyes, and I shook my head, cause his ass was nosey.
Montana asked to exchange numbers when I went outside to wait with them. They ordered an Uber, and I stood outside with Wylie until it arrived. I was turning down women left and right and hadn’t had pussy in a minute because of Zoya.
I was committed to her before I could even smell the pussy, and she was out here telling me to shut the fuck up and acting fake hurt because I was giving another woman attention.
