I nodded feverishly. Tunan’s pussy eating skills were a twenty out of ten. Having him eat before beating my girl would be a dream come true after this week.
“If you act right, I just might.” He pecked my lips again and then let my waist go.
I was so flustered that I was ready to take him to the restroom and let him bend me over. I was sure there were someavailable rooms in this building from Tunan to make me scream. I sighed quietly, more frustrated with myself. I folded way too easily when it came to this man. I talked so much shit but did nothing to back it up.
“Who got the baby if Glee gone and you here?” he asked, pulling me from my thoughts.
I pulled my phone from my Dior bag to see that my messages still weren’t delivered to Glee. She should’ve made it home by now. Without looking up, I answered, “Dasani’s nanny.”
“Aite. She bring you?”
I nodded, trying to play with my phone settings to see if my phone was the reason the messages weren’t going through.
“We gone dip in a bit,” Tunan said. “I’m gone take you to put some food in yo’ belly, and den we can chill at your crib, if dat’s cool with you.”
I had gotten frustrated with the messages still showing green, so I threw my phone back in my purse and looked at Tunan. His eyes were swallowing me as they scanned my frame up and down slowly. The way his lips pulled on the blunt and inhaled the smoke before releasing it a few seconds later had me clinching my crossed legs tighter together.
“You look pretty as fuck, wifey.”
I blushed and sat up straighter. “Thank you.”
“Aite! Hold y’all shit up,” Demise announced, not giving Tunan or me time to say anything else.
He tapped Dasani’s thigh, stopping the conversation she was having with Pia, who held up her bottle of water.
“We gone toast to the new comers. Congratulations, Tunan and Glow. Welcome to the fuckin’ mob. Glow, you can call me Don.” Demise tilted his bottle at us, while everyone took a sip of their drinks.
Tunan hit his bottle and then held it to my lips. I tilted my head back, startled when I felt the champagne about to spill on my clothes.
“Hol’ the fuck up! Don, you ain’t never toasted to us, nigga! Let me find out you’re replacing Rut and Matteo and making Tunan your favorite.” Nel turned to Matteo. “How you feel about that, teacher’s pet?”
Matteo leaned up and shot daggers at Nel with his eyes. “Man, shutcho bitch ass up!”
“I ain’t never toast to you niggas because you niggas ain’t married yet.” Demise, or Don as I was now to call him, shrugged before popping the cork off his bottle.
“Shit, I’m married,” Ezio spoke up. “And yo’ ass ain’t never toasted shit to me and Jae Bae.”
Don’s eyes squinted. “Barely, nigga. You know what the fuck you did.”
“See… Y’all love bringin’ up old shit. My fav is a changed man,” Nel said, defending Ezio.
“Fuck yo’ fav!”
“Man, you doin’ too much around the shorties, Don,” Ezio said as Jisei placed her hand on her husband’s chest.
She poked her lip out toward Don. “Brother, pleasseeee. Not today.”
“Aite… I’ll chill.” Don relaxed immediately.
“Oh, really, Demise?” Dasani stood while Daylani giggled with Rut.
We all watched as Don rubbed his hand down his face. “What, Dasani?”
“She just blinks, and you dowhatever. I get the third degree, though.”
“Lies.” Don waved his wife off.
Dasani folded her arms underneath her breast and huffed. “I asked for that Birkin, but I see Jisei with it.”
