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“Oh, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”
Already, Nicole had outdone herself. She’d had the walls painted dark green and the foyer, living room, and dining room were all decorated with brown furniture and gold lighting and accents. Abstract paintings lined all the walls. The only bedroom she designed was his, and that was done in brown, black, and white. Elite loved the low-profile bed and leather sofa she included, and she had shelves on the side wall for his shoes. Right across from the bed and sofa was a large flat screen TV that he couldn’t wait to watch a few game highlights on after a long day. The last place they went was outside, and sure enough, Supreme had already gotten into the pool.
“Thank you, Nicole. This is perfect,” Elite said, giving her a hug.
“I got you always. And whenever you have ideas for the extra rooms, we can do those too.”
“Aight, bet. For right now, I probably just need one converted into a guest room for when y’all come through.”
“You got some liquor in this hoe too, bae?” Supreme asked, lighting a cigar at the edge of the pool.
“Yeah. I made him a mini bar in the dining room, so there are a couple of bottles of brown and clear there.”
“I’ll get it. I’on want you dripping water in my new shit,” Elite teased.
As he walked back inside, he rubbed his hands together, thinking about all the parties he could throw with those closest to him. This home was definitely big enough to entertain, and now that he and Jacintha were divorced, he didn’t have to take her into consideration.
Very rarely did he have people over to their home because she didn’t care for all of his friends. For a man like Elite, friendship was everything because the only family he had was Supreme. Their friends were their family. Being married to her caused him to compromise in more ways than he’d realized in the beginning.
A small smile spread Elite’s lips. Every time he missed her, he tried to think of all the ways and reasons being single again was best for the both of them. And with his new home and freedom… having parties and enjoying his life with no one to answer to was definitely at the top of that list.
??????
“Where yo’ mind at?” Supreme asked, sitting next to his brother.
What was supposed to be a small set turned into a full divorce and housewarming party. Elite wasn’t tripping over it because everyone that came through had been showing him genuine love, plus he’d gotten to show off his bartending skills, which was one of his favorite things to do.
“What you mean?”
Elite declined the blunt Antonne tried to hand him. He was only sticking to alcohol for the night, otherwise he wouldn’t be any good for the next day.
“I mean, Monique been tryna get at you all night and you barely paying her ass any attention.”
Shaking his head, Elite scratched his cheek. Monique went to school with them back in the day. Because of their age difference, Supreme was a junior while Elite was a freshman, and they raised hell the one and only year they were in school together… especially since Supreme had planned to drop out and focus on making money to support the both of them.
They’d met Monique while skipping class one day. She was in the gym for her P.E. class, and they found her inability to climb the rope amusing. They ended up staying the whole time watching, and when Monique gave up, Elite climbed up to help get her down. From that day forward, Monique gave him her spicy chicken sandwich every other day, and she had no idea how much that meant to Elite, because most days he and Supreme didn’t have shit to eat at their foster home.
After graduation, Elite and Monique lost contact, but he kept up with her through friends. Last he heard, she was fresh out of a relationship herself.
“I ain’t thinking ’bout no women right now, bruh.”
“No women besides Jah’s ass, huh?”
“Nah,” he lied, sitting back in his seat. “I’ve had some other shit on my mind.”
“Like what?” Supreme pressed.
“Man, say. You got this music, food, and drinks and shit, and you worried about what I’m thinking about?”
“Hell yeah! You my baby brother. That’s my job.”
Elite’s eyes rolled to the ceiling, and he sighed, knowing Supreme would nag him until he gave him some information.
“I’ve been thinking about Greg a lot lately.”
Supreme’s brows wrinkled as he sat up in his seat. “Benson?”
Chuckling, Elite nodded. “Yeah, your father.”
