by Simms, Nikki
“So Jaz, I never got a chance to ask you but why you don’t have a man?”
“Who said I don’t have a man?” I smirked.
“Well, let me rephrase my question. Where ya man at?” he asked.
“I don’t have one and I’m trying to focus on me right now before getting in anything serious.”
“I feel you; all Im saying is if you was my woman I’ll never let you leave the house. I would keep that ass bare foot and pregnant.” He said and smirked. I turned around to keep him from seeing me roll my eyes. It’s a good thing you ain’t my man then. I already had that problem once and didn’t need it again. I finished dancing with him until the song went off. I walked away shaking my head. I came to have a good time not to find a man.
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JUSTICE
Me and Harlem walked in Club 935 like we owned the bitch. This was my first night being back in the club since I been home and I really didn’t want to be here. I let Harlem talk me into it. I would rather be getting my dick wet in some pussy than be here. “Aye, I know that ain’t my big homie Justice that just walked in this bitch.” The DJ said over the mic and tilted my head up. “Welcome home baby.” I saluted him walking towards the VIP. This pretty dark skinned chick grabbed my hand and asked if I would like to dance. I told her maybe later and for her to slide me her number. I stored it in my phone and walked away.
I had just sat down when I saw Samya walking our way. She must have saw us walk in because she looked pissed. Harlem had some chick sitting on his lap. I tapped him and said that Samya was coming. He patted ole girl on her ass for her to move but she wasn’t quick enough. Samya snatched her up by her short hair and pushed her towards the exit.
“Bitch, don’t be grabbing me.” The girl said snatching her arm away.
“Your best bet is to get the fuck on, you don’t want this problem.” Mya threatened. The girl looked over at Harlem, he smirked and shrugged his shoulders before laughing. She flipped him the bird before walking off.
Me, Damion and Keke was cutting up laughing. Harlem grabbed Samya’s hand and pulled her on his lap. “You really want to see me show my ass, don’t you?” she said and he kissed her to shut her up. They was doing too much lovey dovey shit for me so I got up and poured me a drink when I heard Harlem ask about Jaz.
She hasn’t called me since that incident with her and Tammi. I know she was probably mad at me and I didn’t want her feeling like I lied to her. That shit Tammi said about me and her together was a lie and I didn’t want her thinking that’s the reason why I haven’t been calling.
I sat back down with my drink and bobbed my head to Freak No More by the Migos when Harlem said some shit that pissed me off. “You said Jaz over there with some nigga, feeling on her ass and shit.” I cut my eyes over at him and he smiled like that shit was funny. He knew how I felt about Jaz and the reason why I was trying to stay away from her. I was falling in love with a chick that was scared to love me back. I didn’t want to fall too deep for her only to be accused for everything that nigga Prince did to her. And I damn sure didn’t want to be like Harlem in love with a chick that was too scared to commit. But actually knowing she was in the same building as me with another nigga had me feeling some type of way.
“I didn’t say all that! But they were, freaking each other on the dance floor.” She said and Harlem asked me what I was going to do.
“Nigga, go get yo girl” Harlem said sipping on his Hennessy. I tried to knock the feeling but it was killing me thinking another nigga was touching on her. I know she wasn’t my lady but I’m going to change that shit. I asked Mya where she was at and left to go find her. I don’t know how I might act if I saw something I don’t like.
I walked over to where Mya pointed to but didn’t see Jaz anywhere. “Well, hello Mr. Justice.” I looked over at Jaz’s friend Brandon and asked where Jaz was at. He pointed over at another VIP table and I clenched my jaw to keep from getting mad. She was letting some random nigga touch on her. He had one hand on her lower back and the other caressing her thigh. I wasn’t about to show out over a chick that wasn’t mines but I was about to let my presence be known. I walked over and took a seat beside Jaz. I could tell she was shocked to see me but was trying to play it cool.
“Can I help you, bruh?” This cornball ass nigga asked. Him just talking to me had me wanting to body him.
“What’s up, Jaz?” I said ignoring him. She could tell I wasn’t feeling this shit because I never called her Jaz.
“Hey Justice,” she said dryly.
“Jaz, you know this nigga?” he asked her.
“Can talk to you for a second?” Jaz asked me. “I’ll be right back.” She told him when he stood up to stop her from leaving. “Just give me a minute, aite.” She said before walking off with me behind her. I grabbed her by the waist, so she could lead the way. I looked back at dude then at Jazmyn’s ass and shook my head. There was no way I was going to let him get with Jaz, especially if I had something to do with it. I know what I said earlier but seeing Jaz with another nigga, let me know how bad I really wanted her. I was ready to make us official. The only thing was if she would forgive me.
She walked me down the hall passed the bathroom. Before she could say anything, I pushed her up against the wall and stuck my tongue in her mouth. She gave in at first and we were kissing for a good minute until she pushed me back.
“Justice, no. I’m not doing this with you. I haven’t heard or seen you in weeks and then you do this. I came to enjoy myself, not for the drama.” She said.
“Listen ma, Im sorry for not calling. I got caught up in some shit that had m…”
“Like your baby mother?”
“It wasn’t even like that Jazmyn and for you to believe Tammi after all the shit I told you about her, let me know you don’t trust me. I’ve been nothing but one hundred with you since the day I met you. To be honest, I care about you a lot and the fact that you’re here with another nigga fucked me up. I want you to be mines, for real. I want you to know I’m sorry about not calling and I don’t apologize to nobody for shit. You forgive me?” I asked pulling her closer to me. She was quiet so I asked her again and she nodded yea. I kissed her lips and she kissed me back.
“Can we make us official tomorrow? I can’t just leave Knowledge hanging like that.” She said and I looked at her like she bumped her head.
“I don’t give a fuck about that nigga or his feelings, fuck him.”
“I can’t do that to him, I invited him here.”
“Jaz, you can miss me with that shit because I aint having it.” I gave her a look that let her I was serious. She shook her head and walked off.
“I can’t with you.” She said and I smacked her ass. She turned and tried to hit me but I pulled her on the dance floor. The Dj announced that the next song was for twerkers only and I wanted to see if Jaz knew what to do with all that ass or not. Tyga Make It Nasty played and Jaz looked back at me and I licked my lips. She winked causing my dick to jump and pulled me to the middle of the floor.
When the beat dropped, she made her ass clap. She bent over and I was in heaven. We haven’t had sex yet but the way her body was calling me had me wanting to bend that ass over on the dance floor. When she started twerking, I was sold. Prince’s biggest mistake was letting her go but I wasn’t about to make that same mistake. A nigga dick was harder than a rock when the song went off.
“Come home with me?” I asked kissing her lips.
“I’ll think about it, like I said I do…” she said before she was roughly grabbed.
“Nigga, are you crazy.” She said snatching away.
“You foul as fuck yo! How you going to tell me to come chill with you tonight but with this nigga. What he your man?”
“Yea nigga, this my lady and I don’t appreciate you grabbing on her either.” I said without giving Jaz a chance to speak.
“Don’t you see I’m talking to Jaz, my nigga? She said she didn’t have a man and until she say she does, s
tay the fuck out of it.” He said and I was ready to take his head off. When he tried to pull on Jaz again, I snapped. I moved her out the way before punching him in the nose instantly breaking his shit. He fell back into Harlem and he pushed ole boy back closer to me. I connected two vicious blows to his face and one in the ribs before he grabbed me. I chin checked him causing him to fall to the ground. I saw some nigga run up behind Harlem and before I could warn him, dude punched Harlem in the back of the head. He stumbled but quickly regained his balance. He hit dude with a mean left hook, knocking him out. Me and my niggas was in a full out brawl with Knowledge and his homies. I was kicking Knowledge in the face trying to snap his shit when I heard Jaz scream for me to stop. It wasn’t until security came over to break it up that I let up. They grabbed ole boy and his boys and threw them out. They knew not to touch me or Harlem or they would’ve had a problem.
I saw Jaz and Samya walking towards the exit and hurried to try and catch her. When I got outside, they were standing beside a car and Jaz was on the phone telling somebody to hurry up.
“Jaz”
“Don’t talk to me right now, Justice. Did you see what you did to Knowledge’s face?”
“I don’t give a fuck about that nigga or his face. He should’ve never popped off.”
“That’s just it, Justice. He was talking to me.” She replied pissing me off.
“And I was supposed to stand there and let him pull on and talk shit to my lady? I don’t know what type of shit that nigga Prince let happen but that ain’t me. I ain’t that type of nigga, letting him disrespecting you is like disrespecting me.” I said and Samya started clapping.
“You were still wrong Justice.” She said shaking her head. Brandon walked out and unlocked the car doors. “So it’s ok for you to beat up my baby mother but I can’t fuck up your little boy toy.” I chuckled when she got in the car and rolled her eyes. “Ole childish ass.” I smirked.
“Hold up a minute.” Harlem said opening the back passenger door. “Where are you going?” he asked Mya.
“Oh you ain’t off the hook. I didn’t forget about that thang you had sitting on your lap earlier tonight. I’m going home, too.” She said and he reached in and pulled her out. He picked her up and carried her to his car. I laughed and shook my head. “This is how you’re supposed to do it, bruh. When she protest, kidnap her ass.” He said and I looked back to see Jaz leaving. I dialed her number while walking towards my car. When she didn’t pick up I called her right back. I’ll deal with her ass later. I thought as I dialed another number. “I’m coming through,” I said and hung up.
CHAPTER 15
HARLEM
“Mm, right there daddy.”
“Damn Mya. Why this pussy got to be so good?”
I had Mya’s ass tooted up over the kitchen sink, digging deep in those guts. She was fixing me lunch and talking to Jaz when I walked in. The sexy sight of her cooking in my kitchen in nothing but her bra and panties had my dick harder than muthafucka. She couldn’t turn the stove off or end her call fast enough before I pulled my shorts down and stuck my dick inside of her moist walls. I know Jaz heard our sex session before she ended the call but I didn’t give a fuck. I needed some attention.
I wrapped my left hand around her hair while my right tickled her swollen clit. I yanked her head back and worked her sweet wet love box over. “Oh shit baby, I’m about to cum.” She moaned trying to hold on. I wasn’t even in 5 minutes and she was ready to tap out.
“Shit, do your thang ma.” I groaned doing damage on her G-spot. I didn’t even have to give her permission. She soaked my dick with her juices before the words even left my mouth. I turned her around and slipped my tongue in her mouth, she accepted by kissing me back. Knowing I didn’t get mine, she dropped to her knees to finish the job. She rubbed up and down my shaft then teased the tip of my head with her tongue. Fuck! Mya got the best head game I’ve experienced yet. She was just playing around and I was ready to bust.
“Come on My, quit playing with me girl.” She smirked before making my dick disappear in her mouth. She worked her tongue around my mans while bobbing her head back and forth. She cuffed and massaged my balls. I pulled her hair up so I could enjoy the show.
“Damn Mya, I’m about to bust ma.” I said and she sped up her pace. She bounced on the tip of her toes pulling me closer. “Aww fuckk,” I groaned while tightening my grip around her hair and releasing all my kids down her throat. She sucked and swallowed me dry until my dick was limp. “That shit was fiyah, Mya.”
“I aim to please.” She said walking off. I looked through the pots to see what she had cooked when I heard her tell me to wash my hands. I did as I was told and fixed me a plate. She cooked buffalo hot wings and homemade potato wedges. I got the ranch sauce and pitcher of Kool-Aid out the fridge and sat down to enjoy my food.
After I crushed those wings, I washed my hands then walked upstairs to go get dressed. I had to meet up with Justice, Keke and Damion in a few to discuss some important business. I walked down the hall to my bedroom to get dressed but stopped when I heard Samya whispering.
“Just stop calling me aite…I don’t care what you do…you wouldn’t, try me if you want to an…ok, I swear I can’t continue to do this Bryan…No please…alright…ok damn” she said and I could hear that she was crying. “Yea…just give me a few hours damn!” It sounded like she threw something, so I took that as my chance to see what was going on. I walked in and she was sitting on the floor.
“What’s up Mya, why are you looking like that?” I asked walking over to her.
“Nothing, I’m fine.” She said getting up.
“Why the fuck are you sitting on the floor crying and shit then?”
“I’m good Harlem!” she said walking to the bathroom. I could tell she was trying to avoid me but I wasn’t letting her off that easy. I followed her into the bathroom and closed the door. I stood in front of it and crossed my arms.
“Mya, I’m not going to ask you again.”
“Good, so drop it!”
“Samya, you don’t think I heard who you was talking to?” before she could lie, I let her know I already knew what’s was up. “It was that nigga Bryan, huh? You supposed to be meeting this nigga Mya?” The look she gave me told enough. “What the fuck Mya? What is it between you and this nigga?”
“It’s nothing.” She kept it short pissing me the fuck off.
“Well who is he?” I asked and got silence. “I’m sick of playing these games with yo ass ma. Either you tell me what the fuck is going on between you and ole boy or get the fuck out my spot and don’t call me. Forget you even know me.”
“Baby it’s complicated, you wouldn’t understand.”
“Talk to me then Mya. You know I’m not the type of nigga to judge. I need to know why every time this nigga call you get upset and have to leave? If we gon’ be together, you need to tell me what is going on or cut him off.”
“I can’t Harlem.” She screamed with tears pouring from her eyes.
“Why the fuck not? Do I have bitches calling here all times of night or early in the morning? NO! I don’t even fuck other bitches because I’m trying to show you that all I want is you, but you can’t show me the same type of respect by leaving him alone.”
“I haven’t fucked him since I met you, Harlem. We were friends when I was younger, that lead to a one night stand. It’s something I’ll regret ever doing for the rest of my life. Ever since then, I can’t get him to leave me alone.” She replied and I knew she was lying. Samya palms sweat when she is nervous and the only reason for her to be nervous is if she’s lying.
“Call that nigga up and let me talk to him.” I demanded.
“No, Harlem. You will only make things worse.” She said wiping her face.
“Well, meet up with him somewhere and ima show up. Shit, do something so I can see what’s up with dude.”
“Harlem, please just let it go.” She cried harder. “It’s deeper than what you think.”
“More than anything.”
“Well fix this shit Mya. I don’t want that nigga calling your phone anymore for real ma. As of today, you and him are done. Matter of fact, I want your number changed by tomorrow.” I said and she nodded ok. I pulled her closer to me and kissed her lips. I wiped her tears away. “I love you Mya” she looked shocked that I actually said it. I know she probably wasn’t there yet but I just to let her know how I truly felt.
“I love you too, bae.” She replied and kissed my lips. I asked her to come take a shower wit me before I left. She turned the water on hot then stripped out her bra and panties. She got in and I dropped my shorts and boxers getting in behind her. I picked her up and put her back up against the shower wall. She kissed my lips and I slipped my dick inside of her tight walls. Damn, I love this girl.
****
I pulled up to the office, a little private spot we had that only a few people knew about. When I walked in, Justice and Damion was playing Call of Duty on the PS4. My brother didn’t know what the fuck he was doing. “Man, if y’all don’t get y’all ass up. We got shit to do.” I said and Justice cut the game off and stretched when he stood up. “Yo, I see why Jordan and Javier like that game and who the fuck you think you talking to?” Justice grinned taking a jab at me. I slapped him and we started slap boxing, something we always used to do when we were kids. He caught me twice before I jumped back and slapped him in the jaw.
“My money is on Justice,” I heard Keke say.
“I don’t know, bruh. Just because big homie went to prison don’t mean nothing. My bread on Harlem, that nigga got a mean left hook. You saw the way he DeBo ole boy at the club. I was like dammnnn, you got knocked the fuck out.” Damion said causing us to stop and laugh.
It was time to get down to business, so everybody stopped playing and got serious. We talked about everything from opening and closing up shops to moving the stash houses.
