Standing with my hand on my chest, I was stunned…and extremely turned on. That nigga had told to me to remember thatI’dmade that happen. So…this lil’ kitty was getting niggas knocked out?
Chapter 4
I felt antsy, and I needed to get some fresh air, away from the house for a while. So, with my car keys already in my pocket, I approached my mama, as she was in the kitchen, gossiping with her sister, Raquel, who had stopped by, along with some of her kids and her husband.
“Mama, can I ride to the shopping strip down the street?”
Lifting her head, my mama looked me up down, suspiciously. “You wanna go to the shopping strip for what, Riah?”
I shrugged. “I wanna go see if TJ Max’s has some belly shirts.”
She rolled her eyes, which was to be expected. Raven lowkey still dressed all of us, and rarely let us pick our own clothes. Dressing us was sort of like her hobby, and she took joy in it. Nobody really pushed back, because she had style and knew what fit us. Still, periodically, we'd grab a few things without her, and would have to deal with her attitude.
She pursed her lips. “Yeah, right, lil’ girl. I know that just means that you wanna go outside for a bit, in ya lil’ car. So, go ‘head. Be back by midnight.”
I smiled. “Kay.”
With nothing else to be said, I twirled around, and headed out of the kitchen. By the time I was sauntering through the foyer, I could feel him behind me.
Never glancing back, I pulled the double doors open, and stepped outside. With daylight savings, the sun was already going down, while the temperature had dropped.
Chill bumps sprouted on my skin, as I approached my C300 Benz.
“Yo, hold up,” he commanded, as he stepped around me, and opened the driver’s door. “I let you slide with the front door. You know that you don’t fucking touch doors in my presence.”
Licking my lips, I bit back a grin. “Boy, whatever.”
He closed the gap between us, pressing his body against mine. “Nah, you heard what I fucking said.”
For a second, my eyes swept over him, taking everything in. From his beautiful face to his broad shoulders, sculptured biceps, down to his massive hands…that should’ve been registered.
“You are so bossy. You know that?” My eyes traveled up to his.
“Nah.” He shook his head, before brazenly gripping my chin, as if my parents couldn’t walk outside and see us. “I was just taught that you move a certain way with the one you love.”
Nervously, my eyes darted towards the house, as my heart skipped a beat. “Let’s get out of here.”
He lightly chuckled. “Pussy.”
“Whatever.” I pulled away from him, and dropped into my car. “Get in the car,” I urged, hoping that nobody walked outside.
Finally listening, he jogged around to the passenger’s side, and hopped in. Then I pushed start and pulled forward, going around the circular driveway to exit.
“You know Jahrae and JJ are gonna start looking for you,” I predicted.
“Nah, them niggas are caked up, right now.”
“True,” I agreed.
“Yea, but fuck allat,” Sin J chided. “The fuck is up with you and B?”
I frowned. “What are you talking about?”
“Yo, don’t fucking play with me. It was all in that nigga’s body language. You fucked ‘im?”
I sighed, while focusing on the road. “No.”
“What about kissing?”
