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“And you are?”
“Tone,” I hear ’im say in his smooth, silky voice, “and you?”
“Single, and still lookin’.”
I crane my neck outta the bathroom, rollin’ my eyes. “Tone, don’t pay ’er ass no mind. That’s my girl, Chanel. She used to be a clown ’til they revoked ’er happy pills.”
He laughs. “It’s all good.” He looks ’round. “Yo, nice spot.”
“Thanks. Have a seat. I’ll be ready in a sec.” I finish up what I’m
doin’ then walk into the livin’ room.
The muhfucka does a double-take, standin’ up. “Daaaaamn, you look good, ma.” He walks up on me and gives me a hug. “And you smell even better.”
I allow myself to get lost in his strong arms, inhalin’ his cologne. “Thank you. Mmmm, you don’t smell too bad ya’self. What you have on?” He tells me it’s Bulgari. Yeah, this nigga tryna get some pussy. I check out his wears. I can’t front the nigga is lookin’ mad sexy in his custom-fit Armani suit. And his accessories are settin’ the shit off. Black Louis belt and black Ferragamo loafers; the nigga’s lobes and neck are blingin’ on high. I peep Chanel eyein’ ’im on the sly, and grin.
“Aiight, hooker, we out.”
“Ya’ll kiddies have fun,” she says, gettin’ up off the sofa.
“Nice meetin’ you, Chanel.”
She smiles. “Oh, da pleasure was all mines.” She waits for ’im to walk out the door, then pulls me by the arm. “Bitch, that muthafucka is fiiiiine as hell. If you ain’t fuckin’ ’im, hand ’im ova to me ’cause I damn sure will.”
“Bitch, puhleeze. Who won’t you fuck?”
“Ya ugly-ass,” she says, laughin’.
I laugh wit’ ’er. “You’se one lyin’-ass ho. Don’t smoke up my shit eitha.”
“Bitch, you can’t smoke, remember. You ’bout to be a mommy.”
“Whateva,” I say, walkin’ out and shuttin’ the door behind me. Tone gets outta the car and walks ova and opens the passenger door for me. He waits for me to get in, then shuts it.
As soon as he gets in the car and pulls outta my driveway, he looks ova at me—lickin’ his lips. “Listen, I think I’ma take you up on that offer.”
I tilt my head. “What offer was that?”
“Havin’ you out all night.”
I smirk. “Oh, really. You wanna eat this pussy tonight?”
He grins, takin’ my hand and kissin’ the inside’a my palm. “What you think?”
I reach ova and grab at his dick. The shit is thick and hard. “Mmmmm…I think you need’a get ya eyes back on da road ’fore we end up tossed upside down in a ditch.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Funny how time passes by…nigga been sendin’ flowers ’n cards…but he ain’t been seen…gotta bitch masturbatin’ in a magazine…nigga got da game fucked up…this bitch is done… ain’t da type to be waitin’ on no one…now he wanna talk… nigga, puhleeze…this bitch comes second to none…
“I miss you, yo,” Allstar says, soundin’ all down ’n shit. The last three days the nigga’s been callin’ tryna get back in my good graces. I keep tellin’ the nigga it’s not that serious. Yeah a bitch was startin’ to feel some kinda way, but it’s all good. I’m soooo ova the shit now.
“Mmmmph, that’s nice,” I say, rollin’ my eyes up in my head. “You have a funny way of showin’ it, though.”
“I know, baby…”
“Nigga, stop callin’ me that.”
