Page 49 of It’s The Dawg In Him For Me

“And what the fuck is he on?” Raven asked.

“I don’t know,” I said, staring off in his direction. “But I damn sure want to find out.”

Some time passed, and Denise, Ari, and Raven caught KeKe and me up on the niggas they been talking to, when Blaze came back and pulled me up.

“I need to go and handle some business with my people, but can I take you home tonight?”

I pulled away from him, smiling. “I would like that.”

He walked away, and I went back to sit with my girl.

“He asked if he could take me home.”

“And what did you say?” KeKe asked.

“I said yeah, I NEED to be put through the mattress tonight.”

The night went on. Me and my girls were having a ball, getting hit on by different niggas, talking shit, and laughing the whole night. It was almost three in the morning when I felt somebody tug on me, and when I turned around, I saw Blaze.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked.

I almost threw myself on him. “Yeah, luv, I been ready.”

Me, Ari, KeKe, and Denise said bye to each other, then happily went off with our niggas.

“Did you have a good welcome home party?” I asked Blaze.

“It was good, even better now that I am leavin’ with you.”

We hopped in his car, and I gave him my address. As he drove, Blaze wasted no time placing his hand on my thigh, rubbing it up and down slowly as we talked.

Everything bout Blaze screamed jail-made. From the way he talked to his body shape. The way he carried niggas on the phone. He was aggressive and didn't give two fucks about how he said anything.

After a while, we pulled up to my place. He helped me out of the car, and as we walked up my steps, we heard a car door slam behind us.

“Yo,” a voice said, coming from behind us.

We both turned around, and Rosama was standing there.

“Oh shit,” Blaze said, “Wussup, Ro?”

They dapped each other up while me and Rosama’s eyes were locked on each otha.

“You know him?” I asked Blaze.

“Hell yeah, this my nigga!”

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head in disbelief.

“You know her?” Rosama asked Blaze.

“I just met her at the party. Remember I told you I was tryna cake with shorty, this her.”

“You was at the party?” I voiced, interrupting their conversation.

Before Rosama could respond, Blaze threw his hands up in the air.

“I didn’t know she was your people,” he said to Rosama. Then Blaze looked at me. “You are fine as hell, baby girl, but I can’t go against Ro.”