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“I love the two of you together,” I complimented her.
“We’re aight,” she joked.
We sat and talked for about twenty minutes until Kim came over and got Mia. We took each other’s numbers down, and I let her know that I would text her once I made it home. I was letting my hair down tonight and get a couple of drinks in my system. If the niggas had some good weed, then I wouldn’t mind taking a few pulls. I’ve been in grind mode and auntie mode for weeks, so it was time I chilled and had some fun.
12:56 A.M.
“My wife used to talk about you alllll the fuckin’ time, yo. It was always Twinkle this or Twinkle that. I used to think her ass was fuckin’ lying. I thought you was some friend that she had made up in her damn head,” Beatz told me, making me laugh.
Mia playfully hit him on his arm as she listened to him talk shit about her. We’d been in the club for about thirty minutes. Beatz, along with all the other niggas in his section were all cool. This nigga was too damn fine, and I meant that in a respectful way because I would never lust after one of my girls’ boyfriends, husbands, none of that shit. He was a dark-skinned nigga with a bald head, and he was beard gang like a lot of the niggas these days. Solid nigga, like he benched pressed big ass weights for a living.
What made the nigga so handsome was how he loved and adored his wife. The way he was such a hood ass nigga, but with his wife, he turned soft. I loved when a nigga could turn off his hood and go soft for his lover. Similar to how Billion is with Normani. My cousin was easily the hoodest nigga I knew, but I Facetimed him a couple of nights ago, and Normani had his ass in the kitchen baking brownies.
True to my word, I’d checked into a hotel after we landed in Cali. I felt like I was famous myself as our personal driver was waiting for us once we landed. I was dropped off first at the hotel to get ready, and Mia ended up coming to my hotel about two hours later because she wanted to check up on her kids, who were with her mother. We got ready together, and at one point, Beatz called just to see where we were because we were running late. It was the way he wasn’t jumping down her throat because we were running late that I loved. It was one thing to see the two of them online, but once you got around them and witnessed their union in person, I swear that shit was so damn beautiful.
“I’m fuckin’ with you, ma,” Beatz told his wife, and then he leaned in and kissed her lips.
The three of us talked for a little while, and then Beatz got up to leave, so he could chill with his friends. It wasn’t until he got up that I felt eyes on me. With my cup in my hands, I glanced over to see who was looking at me. I sucked my teeth when I saw that it was Truth looking in my direction. I should have known that I would run into this nigga here because I was in what was now his city. On top of that, we were celebrating the birthday of someone well known in Cali, so I shouldn’t have even been surprised.
I wanted to turn my head and stop looking at him, but it was so damn hard not to look. I don’t know if me being mad at Monterius had anything to do with Truth looking so good or if he just really looked that good, but damn, I had to cross one leg over the other. He was handsome tonight in his black Christian Dior shirt with white lettering that spelled Dior. He wore black jeans that he was sagging in just a little bit, and a pair of black Christian Dior sneakers were on his feet. He wore two chains around his neck, and I could see the huge championship ring that he had on his pinkie finger from across the room.
The lights were flashing in the club with different colors, so I could see the many tattoos on his arm as he took a sip of something brown in his glass. Just like the last time, his hair was in that sexy taper that I loved on him, but of course, I wouldn’t admit it. He was in Beatz’s section, so I assumed they knew each other, and he had a gang of niggas with him. Truth always ran with a gang of niggas. It was really a shock that he didn’t get turned out and forget his pas
sion for basketball because he’d always ran with street niggas.
I eventually stopped looking at him because I didn’t want him to think that my feelings had changed and then come over and try to spark up a conversation.
“You know Truth?” Mia asked once she saw who I was looking at.
“We dated in high school. You were gone by then,” I told her.
“Oh, wow! One of my homegirls tried to talk to him, but he wouldn’t even give her the time of day. She swore up and down that the nigga was gay because my girl is fineeee. I ain’t never seen him with nobody on some serious shit, and he’s been in the league for some time now. You probably broke the nigga’s heart,” Mia told me as she rolled up on the small table in front of us.
“Girl, it’s the other way around. You know he was a grade older than me. Took me to prom and everything. We had sex on prom night and every day after that for about a week. The day before he left to go to college, he broke up with me. I’ve hated the nigga since,” I said and then finished the rest of my drink and set it on the table.
“Damn. That’s fucked up. Have the two of you crossed paths since?” she inquired.
“Yeah. We ran into each other at a restaurant a couple of months ago. The shit made the magazine covers. They were trying to say that we were dating. Girl, it was a big deal because Monterius saw it, and that’s the day he found out that I was pregnant and about the abortion that I had years ago. See, I said that I wasn’t going to be talking about this nigga, and you got me talking about him,” I said, and then I threw myself back on the couch, getting a headache the more I talked about Monterius.
Mia laughed and handed me the blunt.
“Here. You probably need this more than I do,” she said, and I took the blunt.
In our seats, we talked, danced, and kept making promises to each other about how we would get our friendship back to how it used to be. Everything was going well until Beatz came over and took her from me, dragging her on the dance floor with him.
At this point, I was feeling myself, so I was standing up with my drink in my hand, swaying my hips to the beat as I listened to Chris Brown sing through the loudspeakers about this drip having me in heat. I felt like those lyrics were talking right to me because when I saw Truth in his drip, I swear a bitch went in heat. I had some alcohol in my system, but I wasn’t drunk, my song was playing, and I knew for a fact that I looked damn good in this lime green jumpsuit, so yeah, I was feeling myself indeed.
As I swayed to the beat, I felt a pair of big, strong arms wrap around me. Both of the hands were wrapped around my waist, holding my stomach. I looked down at the hands and saw the word Truth on his right hand, so I knew who it was.
“Sit down, shorty. You got these niggas in here looking at you, and I don’t want to have to break nobody’s fuckin’ neck,” he spoke in my ear.
I could smell the liquor on his breath mixed with a mint that he probably just popped. I felt so comfortable wrapped up in his arms. My ass was right on his dick, and because I was still swaying, I felt when his dick jumped in his pants.
“Why would you break a nigga’s neck for looking at me? We aren’t together. You dumped me, remember?” I said over my shoulder, so he could hear me.
At this point, he was holding onto me and swaying us. I actually didn’t want him to let me go. The weed I smoked shot right to my pussy, and it had a bitch hot and bothered.
“You still hanging that shit over my head, ma? I apologized for it so many fuckin’ times already. Come home with me. Let me apologize for it some more,” he spoke, making my pussy jump.
