“I’ma see you soon,” I said into her neck.
She smirked as she pulled away from me. “You sure about that?”
I lifted her chin with my finger and kissed her cheek. “I know so.”
I opened her door, helped her in, and stood to the side watching her pull off with a smile on her face.
My mission was complete; I was the reason why she smiled.
I walked over to my car, and as soon as I hopped in, I heard my phone going off. I forgot all about the poker game.
I rushed over to my nigga Max’s crib. His wife left me in, I spoke to his kids, and made it down to the basement to his man cave.
“I’m sorry nigga, I got caught up,” I said, pulling up my chair.
“This nigga,” Max said. “Always got an excuse.”
The whole table laughed, but I agreed with them.
“Man, this time it was some real shit. I had dinner with my wife.”
“THIS NIGGA!” all of them said, laughing at me like I was bullshittin’.
“Man, you said after Jada, you weren’t getting serious with another bitch again,” Thug said.
“I did, but Joc invited me to his girl’s single night event, and I popped up, not thinking nothing of it, for real, but then this girl walked in. Five foot three, hair was that blonde color, tight black and cheetah-print dress. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.”
“The girl you brought to the party last night?” Keith asked.
“Yeah, her.”
He nodded. “She was bad.”
I nodded. “Yeahhh… I’ma have to lock in with her. I can see it.”
Them niggas laughed again.
“You really think your baby mama is gonna let that happen?”
“Mannn… fuck that bitch. She gonna learn her place. She keep forgetting I’m not the nigga to play with. I will take Amir from her and be good.”
Max lifted his glass. “Well, I salute you, nigga. I hope it works out for you.”
I laughed. “Nigga, everything I want works out for me…”
Chapter 21
Man vs. Mind
Love didn’t let up on me. If anything, I think he applied more pressure, or that could have just been how he moved.
We talked every day since the night that I met him. He checked on me, made sure I was okay, asked me what I needed, or what he could do to make my day better.
The nigga was chill, but you could tell he wasn’t to be played with. Just off the way, his voice would change when he was handling business. Every night, we talked until I fell asleep, and I would wake up to flowers being left at my door every morning. I didn’t know how timed it was perfectly.
My next off day, I was chillin’ around my place, picking shit up, lil’ shit here and there, loving the new peace I had, and the calm that I had created.
Once I was done, I moved to the living room, threw on a show, and was about to text the girls to see what we were going to get into for the day when Love’s name came across my screen.
