The only problem was, the niggas weren't biting. I had at least ten men come up to me, strike up a conversation, then the moment things started to go well, they rushed off. At the same time my last prospect walked off, I noticed Chase a few feet away, trying to be inconspicuous—as if someone could miss his big ass! When he noticed me eyeing him, he hurriedly slammed his phoneshut and slipped it in his pocket. Somehow, Iknewthat couldn’t just be a simple coincidence.
“What’s good, Weezy?” He greeted me with a half-smile and a raised brow when I stomped over to him.
“Gimme your phone!” I demanded with my hand out.
“W-What?” He immediately flipped it open and started pushing buttons. I snatched it out of his hand before he could dispose of any evidence, going straight to his text app to see that he had sent a text to every man that I had a conversation with that night.
Chase
Bro, you don't wanna talk to her. I heard she beats on niggas. Just looking out for you.
Chase
Kellan, if you thinkin’ bout smashing that chick, I wouldn't. She has six baby daddies and five kids… and every single one of the niggas are crazy about her. Just lookin out. I know you got that new endorsement money, I wouldn't want to see nothing fuck that up for you.
I went through all ten messages of his ass telling them everything from I was a virgin, on the hunt for someone to deflower me that very night, to I wore dentures and would pop them out for some sloppy toppy. While I was impressed by the creativity, I also wanted to punch him in his stupid ass face because he was keeping me from getting fucked.
“What thefuckis wrong with you?” I glowered at him before pushing him so hard that he stumbled back a bit.
“Damn, girl!You need to suit up for the Flyers next season! You see why I said you like to put hands on niggas, right?”
“Why would you play me like that?” I fumed, nostrils flared. I was damn near feral and the fact that he was standing in the way of me getting cracked like a cheap windowpane had me seeing red.
“Because, you act like you don't know a nigga in public, but you got time to be up in everyone else's face.”
“Nigga! We are not homies! I work for you!”
“Well you’re off the clock tonight, come kick it,” he said with a goofy grin.
“Bye, Chase,” I said, rolling my eyes at him and walking back to the bar to try my luck with the niggas again.
“How you doin’, sweetheart?” The deep voice from behind me made me smile and turn around slowly, only for the smile to be knocked clean off when I saw the owner. Was voice-fishing a thing? Because there wasnoway that the smooth sounds I just heard belonged to the miniature nigga behind me with a gold front tooth and an open shirt—complete with chest hair all spilling out. I tried not to judge a man by his inseam, but I was five foot three on a good day, had on a sensible block heel, and couldstillsee clean over his bald spot when I looked straight forward.
“I’m good,” I answered with a forced sweet smile.
“You mind if I talk to you for a little bit, baby?”
“Sure,” I said with an obvious nod towards Chase, trusting that he wouldn’t let this go on too long…
I wassowrong.
Khia may have told a joke, but she never told a lie—I put my trust in a nigga andIwas the stupid hoe. Ramsey’s little ass had been talking my ear off for the past twenty minutes, and Chase was nowhere to be found. He walked off laughing after I sent him a signal for help for the third fucking time.
“So, what are you doing after this? You wanna link up?”
“I um—I can’t. I have to get home to my kids. I have five!” I said quickly, hoping that was a high enough number to get me the fuck away from him. Clearly that only worked on the fine ones, because he didn’t even bat an eye. Maybe it was because I forgot to mention the six baby daddies?
“That ain’t no problem, baby. Ramsey love the kids,” he said with a chuckle. That, mixed with the dried bit of sour cream onthe corner of his mouth that I had been hyper-fixated on for the last few minutes made a shiver of disgust trail down my spine.
“I’m sorry,” I said with a frown. “I gotta go.” I tried to be nice, but the man wouldn’t take a hint and I had seen enough.
“Fuck you mean? Nah sweetheart, we havin’ a conversation. Don’t be fuckin’ rude,” he said, grabbing my arm.
Ten, nine, eight…
“You got a half of a second to take your hands off me,” I warned. He really had less than that because my knife was out of my bag and slicing the filthy paw he had on me in half of that half second.
“What the fu—” His words were cut off when he literally went flying into the air, finally the height of a grown man as he came face to face with Chase.
