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While Billion was physically muscular, Chris was tall and skinny. Chris being slim didn’t even make me look at him as less than because he had this natural aura about him, and I still felt protected while in his presence.
I looked at him across the room, and he was dressed nicely in an army fatigue shirt, and because he was wearing short sleeves, all the ink on his arms were on display. Because I’d seen this nigga without any clothes on, I knew just about every tattoo he had on his body. He was sagging low in his black jeans. It was something about a nigga sagging low in jeans with his designer boxer briefs showing that just did something to me. Chris had nice textured hair that he always kept in braids. Right now, it was styled in two French braids going back.
There were a couple of Cuban link chains around his neck, and as he brought the small shot glass to his lips, I saw the gold AP watch on his wrist. The lights in the club were shining around his section, and his light brown eyes sparkled over at me. He was the one who broke the staring contest that we had going on, and he went back to bobbing his head to the music and talking with his niggas.
“Now, sussss, you know I love me a big, cocky ass nigga. Preferably one who looks like your baby daddy, but daddy over there can definitely get a pass. I just know he got good dick, and no, I’m not even saying that because you told me what his dick was hit
ting on. I can just tell by the way he walks. It’s the way he keeps putting his hands on his crotch area like that shit is just too heavy to walk around with,” Roheem said, making me crack up laughing at him. He just said some of the stupidest shit out of his damn mouth.
The thing is, he wasn’t lying. That dick was phenomenal. As I laughed, I looked over and saw a chick walk up on Chris. I sucked my teeth because I remembered exactly who that bitch was. Her name was Celine, and Billion used to fuck around on me with her when we were together. The night I stabbed his ass up in our bedroom, it was actually messages from her in his phone that had me snapping the way I did.
“Wowwwww. That bitch just fucks after everybody that you fuck with. I wouldn’t be surprised if that bitch does that so she can see what you taste like. It’s obvious that sis is obsessed with you,” Roheem said about Celine, taking all the words out of my mouth.
I couldn’t even respond because I was too busy trying to feel out their whole vibes around each other. I wanted to see if they were dating, just fucking, or what. When she went to wrap her arms around his neck, I saw the way Chris curved her. She did, however, stay in the section, talking with him until he eventually walked off. I took a seat on the couch, and Roheem came over to join me.
“As fine as that man is, Heem, I just know that it’ll be drama fuckin’ around with him like that. Although I’ve been single for what seems like fuckin’ ages, I have to admit that my life is so fuckin’ peaceful. I raise my son, I run my business, and I stay the fuck out of the way. I’m not even about to sit here and act like I want some regular, basic ass nigga because I don’t. I’m a lot of woman, so I just want somebody who will know how to handle me and not somebody that I could walk all over.
“When I was messing around with Chris, we had a good run with our shit, but I always held back because you know I was holding onto hope of getting back with Billion. That man is engaged, he got a new baby on the way, and for the first time in forever, I can honestly say that I don’t want him. I promise you, I don’t even look at him like that because why lust over a man who is obviously smitten with someone else? A bitch wants to be happy. I probably got it in me to give a nigga just one more baby, but I ain’t about to be busting out babies for just anybody. I’m one nigga’s baby mama already. Next go around, cousin, I’m trying to be a wife,” I said to Roheem.
As I was talking to him, I could see that he was looking at something behind me.
“Ask, and you shall receive. That’s your husband right there, cousin. I’ll be back because I see somebody down there that I know,” he said as he stood up from the couch.
After he left, I turned around to see who was standing behind me, and it was Chris.
“Instead of just staring at each other from across the room, I thought I would come over just to see what’s good. You rapping to the City Girls, like a nigga just broke your heart. I think you was feeling that song more than anybody else in this motha fucka,” his deep voice said, making me laugh.
“Ain’t nobody break my heart. A bitch just done been through some things before in my life, so I can relate,” I told him.
He nodded his head as he pulled on the long beard he was growing these days. When we were messing around, he wouldn’t let his beard grow out, but now he was, and I had to admit it looked good on him. He smelled so good as he stood not too far away from me.
“How lil man doing? You got somebody fuckin’ up his hairline, ain’t it? You wanted to get away from a nigga so bad that you gon’ let your son get his hairline fucked up in the process?” Chris joked as he shook his head like he couldn’t believe me.
I laughed. I had almost forgotten how much of a funny ass nigga he could be.
“He’s good. He thinks he’s a grown ass man, though. He has dreads now, and his dad takes him to the shop that he goes to for his haircuts,” I told him, and he nodded.
“I know lil man was happy when his dad came home. I remember when I used to cut his hair, and he was always talking about him. That’s good shit right there, though. Everybody deserves that bond with their father because a lot of niggas, myself included, we ain’t never get the chance to have that,” Chris told me.
I nodded in agreement with him because he was absolutely right about that. I swear it was like a thing these days for a father to be absent in their child’s life, so I needed my son to know that he was one of the lucky ones because a lot of us couldn’t relate to that.
Chris stood next to me for a few more seconds, and I smirked because it just wasn’t like me to not speak some shit that was on my mind.
“Now, you know I gotta ask. What do you and Celine got going on? You know that pussy is ran through. I really hope you ain’t trying to wife her because I can bet you that about 50% of your homies done already fucked her,” I told him, and he laughed like that was the funniest shit in the world.
The fact that he laughed let me know that he had fucked her, or he was probably fuckin’ her now. I swear, these niggas would fuck anything with a pussy between their legs.
“I don’t have shit going on with shorty. We did our thing in the past. I haven’t messed with shorty in some years, but you know how this dick do. I fuck you once, and the bitches go crazy,” he said.
I released a loud, sarcastic laugh.
“So, why haven’t I gone crazy yet? You probably gave me the different version of the dick because I’m obviously still sane,” I said, talking my shit, although I knew that his dick was superb.
“Don’t act like I ain’t see you staring me and shorty down from across the room. I know you wanted to break her neck. My shit was good, Nesha, and you know it. I had you bringing lil man to the shop every week for a lineup, and I knew you were doing that shit just so you could be around a nigga,” he boasted.
I laughed, and I chose not to respond because he was actually right. I wanted to be in his presence, just to see if he had bitches at his barbershop that he wasn’t telling me about. After I finished laughing, Chris walked a little bit closer and gave me a serious look.
“Let me take you out on a date. A real date. You know, the kind where I knock on your door with flowers and shit, and I bring you back home and ask you how you enjoyed our night out. We did our thing in the past, but I feel like we ain’t never really been on no real date. You doing anything next weekend? Can I take you out then?” he asked.
