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“Oh, my bad, big homie.” B-Sure tapped his nose with a closed fist. “No disrespect. I’m just saying shortie be takin’ nem to school, and all I wanna do is take her home. You feel me?”
He snapped fingers with Antoine, Tanya’s husband, who laughed.
“Show that ass what a Harlem nigga all about,” my cousin, Deedot, laughed.
B-Sure, still laughing, agreed. “It’s only right.”
“Enough of dat,” Jug spoke over their amusement. “Just watch what the fuck you say when she around. Don’t talk shit about Sin. No names, no nothing. And keep that fuckin’ hyena shit to ya’selves.”
Deedot made a face, but knew not to speak a word of challenge. Jug would have his ass hanging from the ceiling before Witherspoon made it to the back of the house.
Chelsea walked into the room and sang, “Look who’s here!”
“Heeeeey, y’all!” Witherspoon mildly shouted out, rocking her million-dollar smile as she strutted in heels behind my cousin.
I could tell she was nervous but pushed through the anxiety to meet the occasion. She looked fucking delectable. Witherspoon’s waist disappeared in the body suit she rocked. Her long legs were in track pants where her thighs couldn’t go unnoticed. The high-heeled strappy sandals not only arched her back, poking her ass, but also exposed her pretty toes painted yellow.
She found me right away and I tossed her a nod of acknowledgment, still not cool with having her exposed to my family. Boundaries could only be set by association, but Witherspoon wasn’t my girl. Her little celebrity made the shit even more complicated.
“Texas Hold’em,” Witherspoon observed out loud.
“You play?” Deedot asked her. The slickness in his tone couldn’t be missed any more than the dirty eyes he hooked into her.
Thirsty ass…
“Nah. I don’t play. I sweep,” Witherspoon answered, earning a snicker around the room.
“Oh, word?” Deedot’s smile was goofy as hell.
“Wanna play, Shi-Shi?” B-Sure asked, licking his dry ass lips.
“Not right now.” She looked around. “I need a drank.”
“Oh!” Chelsea chirped. “Let’s get you one.Corona, wine, tequila…?”
Witherspoon peered my way, biting her bottom lip in a second of uncertainty. “Coronain a bottle?”
“What you mean?” Antoine asked with a smirk. “You ‘on’t think we do it right here?”
Witherspoon giggled. She was nervous, and I hated and enjoyed it with equal measure. She was out of her comfort zone here in Harlem, but braved her presence. But for what?
Chelsea brought back beer for the two of them and they performed some weird toast, snickering before taking their first sip.
“Yo, how y’all know each other?” B-Sure asked.
Witherspoon and Chelsea exchanged a glance before my cousin answered. “We met at a play.”
“A play?” Antoine asked, being bold as hell because Tanya wasn’t in the room.
The salivating these niggas were doing, thinking they were laying low was hilarious. Then I wondered if I looked as goofy as these motherfuckers every time I saw Witherspoon’s fine ass, because too many times did my dick react on sight of her.
“Mmmhmmm.” Chelsea swallowed her beer, nodding. “A few months ago.”
Deedot asked, “And y’all just started kicking it?”
The girls looked at each other again then Witherspoon glanced quickly my way.
“Yeah. Well, I recognized her…amongst the bodyguards and other patrons swooning over her boyfriend.”The nigga that not only ignored her, but let her roam without protection. “We caught eyes and…” Chelsea shrugged. “…well, you know I fan-girled, but she was cool with it. Right, Jas?”
