“Oh, yeah?” I asked amused, ready to pull his ho card. “Did Solana tell you what she was finna do tonight?” I leaned back in my chair then looked over to Lo who had a perplexed expression on his face.
“Chilling with Sunshyne. The fuck else she finna be doing?” Lo asked with his eyebrows bunched together as if I asked a stupid question.
“That’s what you think,” I continued to tease his in denial ass.
Lo wanted to act like him and Solana were just friends, but a blind nigga could see those lines had been crossed long ago.They might not be fucking but their feelings for each other were deep than fucking friends. I knew how a broad behaved when she was in love and I knew my brother. His feelings ran deep for Solana rather he wanted to admit it or not. The proof was in the mutha fuckin’ pudding. All the shit he’d done for Solana over these last months was outta character for Lo. My brother wasn’t a selfish nigga, but he also wasn’t the captain-save-a-ho types either. For Solana that nigga did the most and he hadn’t even got the pussy, so I knew he was feeling her. He basically gave her a brand new car, a house and he furnished that shit. Solana thought she was putting her foot down with Lo, but the nigga still made sure every dime she spent furnishing her house went right back into her account. His ass had it bad.
“Fuck outta here with that messy shit I know what the fuck she got going on.” Lo snapped at me shooting daggers at me with his eyes.
“I see why she ain’t tell you what she got going on. Nigga you huffing and puffing. She ain’t ya girl. So, what if she goin’ on a date? She deserves a night out to enjoy herself.” It took everything in me not to laugh at Lo. The nigga turned red when my words registered to him.
Lo didn’t even respond to me; he snatched his phone off the bar counter. He looked like he was finna crack his screen the way he was smashing his fingers against the screen. I snickered when the ringing of a Facetime call started trilling. I wanted to fall over laughing when Solana didn’t pick up. Forreal, I was just talking shit. I ain’t know what the hell she had going on for the night. All I wanted to do was get on Lo’s nerves like he’d got on mine.
“Where the fuck she at?” He gritted at me through his clenched teeth. Lo was madder than a mutha fucker and I couldn’t hold back my laughter anymore. While I laughed at his expense the lovesick nigga called Solana’s phone back. Whenshe didn’t answer again he slammed his phone down on the bar counter.
“But she ain’t ya bitch. Shouldn’t you be calling Fallon?” I taunted him in between laughs.
“Fuck ya child ass.” Lo said standing up from his bar stool. “Pay tab since shit so sweet to you.” He said with an angry scowl.
“Where the fuck you going? Ain’t we supposed to be chilling?”
“I got shit to do,”
“Alright crybaby ass nigga.” I teased and Lo flipped me off before heading out the bar. He was probably finna go fuck with Solana.
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Later That Night
For all that shit I talked to Lo I was no better cause my ass had been sitting outside Zaylee’s condo for the last twenty minutes debating if I wanted to go up there and get some goodbye pussy. Zaylee called herself cutting me off after she took it upon herself to pop up at my shop. She blocked my number and all that other shit females did when they were mad. The shit was low key annoying, but I let the shit ride cause I knew when I was ready to deal with Zaylee I could. She was in her feelings when it all boiled down to her acting being the cause of her being upset. If she hadn’t pulled that shit with that other nigga I wouldn’t have to ignore her goofy ass. Then she wouldn’t have come to the shop and got her feelings hurt.
Zaylee was heated when she saw me walking in with Nene. I saw the fire in her eyes; she wanted to kill both of our asses. Truthfully, I wasn’t even with Nene before. She popped up just like Zaylee. Except she waited outside for me, so it looked like we were walking in together. In all actuality a nigga had toldher to beat her feet before we made it in the shop. In true Nene fashion she did the opposite and followed nagging the fuck outta me. If Zaylee hadn’t of been there Nene ass would have gotten kicked the fuck out. I just used the opportunity to piss Zaylee off like she did me. I was the king of tit-for-tat. Zaylee didn’t want these problems. I was caught off by how outspoken Zaylee had become. My Zaylee was timid and nonconfrontational. Whoever that crazy bitch was in Zaylee’s skin, I liked her feisty ass. It was sexy as fuck to finally see her standing up for herself. If there was one thing I used to hate about Zaylee it was how soft spoken she was. She used to let muthafuckas run all over her and no matter how much I tried to make her stand up for herself she wouldn’t. To see her doing that shit on her own made my dick hard and my heart swell with pride. I loved seeing the growth on my baby…I mean Zaylee.
Fuck it.I got my ass out of the car. I was already here. I might as well make the most of my night. Shutting my car door then hitting the lock button on my key fob I listened to the beeping signaling my car alarm was armed. The condos Zaylee lived in had their own private entrance to the outside. Each building had two condos in each unit with their own driveways and then extra parking for guests in the middle of the complex. This little community she lived in was aight, my house was better, but Zaylee was doing alright for herself.
Ring, Ring
Feeling my phone vibrate and hearing it ring paused my movement up Zaylee’s driveway. I rolled my eyes seeing the name Gutter Rat rolling across my screen. It never ceased to amaze me how little respect a lot of bitches had for themselves. Malika hadn’t stopped calling a nigga since I blew her off at Zaylee’s dad’s funeral. She’d call me for a few days then stop and start right back up a few days later. The bitch had to be desperate to still be calling a nigga. I hadn’t thought about her ass inmonths. I only gave her dick; I wouldn’t even feed her ass. Why she was stuck on me I didn’t even comprehend the shit. I knew I had dope dick but damn, I was feeling like I needed to call my shitheroin.The way these bitches were losing their minds.
“What?” I rudely answered my phone. I didn’t want Malika to think this was finna be a friendly call.
“Eww, nigga dang you ain’t gotta answer the phone like that. You know you miss me.” Malika smacked her lips and I knew she was rolling her eyes at me.
“I don’t miss you. The fuck you keep callin’ my phone for?”
“Cause it’s been months since you gave me some dick. I’m having withdrawals,” Malika's lustful tone didn’t even make my dick flinch. She was wasting her time if she was looking for some dick.
Fucking her was the furthest thing on my mind. I shouldn’t have been dealing with her ass to begin with. That was some grimy ass shit on my part. I went to low fucking with Zaylee’s cousin and when I thought about that shit I regretted it.
“I can’t help. I’m good on fucking with you.” I plainly said to make sure Malika understood what I was saying.
“See I knew once that bitch came back you was gonna switch up on me.”
“If that’s what helps you sleep at night.” I cooly said as I focused on Zaylee’s red door. I had made it to her porch and Malika was holding me up by being on my phone. I was finna wrap this shit up and focus on my real target, Zaylee.
“It don’t. You acting brand new when you used to be in this pussy almost every day!” Malika lied into the phone, and I had to pull my phone from my face to make sure I was talking to the right person. This bitch had to be putting on for somebody cause I fucked her a handful of times, but it was never consistently. Malika was the definition of a jump off.
“Bitch I ain’t never fucked you more than one a year. You got me confused with one of them other niggas you be fucking on.” I checked her stupid ass. I couldn’t stand a bitch who lied on her pussy.
