by Nicety
“Yeah, he’s in the back. Who are you?” I asked as I opened the door watching his eyes scan my body from head to toe.
“I’m J’s friend and business partner. He knows who I am,” he said entering the foyer without being invited.
“Okay but I can’t allow you up in this motherfucka unless they tell me you’re cool. For all I know you could be someone coming up in here to murder us or something.” My hand pressed against his broad chest damn near forcing me to drip into my panties.
He was tall, about standing about six feet. He had long dark dreads that were clean and well tapered. His goatee made me want to sit on it to see how rough it felt in between my legs. His eyebrows were rich and thick complimenting his dark eyes and dark skin. This man was juicy sexy. The man looked like so much like gold dressed entirely in Rick Owens gear, that I needed a glass of water. A bitch was real thirsty.
“Nah, baby girl. I ain’t never on that. That’s my boy, you feel me?”
“Yeah I feel you.” I licked my lips checking out his nice firm ass as I closed the door behind him, loving the way this nigga dripped in swag. “Nice fit.”
“Oh this? Hmm. Thanks.” His eyes searched the house. “So, uh, who are you?”
“Oh, yeah. I’m sorry. Where are my manners? Hi, I’m Damita. Bianca’s cousin.” I extended my hand to shake his.
“Oh right, right. J. told me you were crashing at his pad for a little while. Nice to meet you,” Myking obliged my handshake.
It kind of made me feel like shit to meet someone like him in this way. My finances were busted and so was I at the moment. I had nothing to show for any of the hard work I had been putting in at the club. So to be in the presence of someone who clearly had his shit together and going for him almost made me cringe at the thought of remaining in the room.
My fingers tussled through my long hair hoping that I didn’t look too bogus to him. He was definitely someone I would like to sop up with a biscuit and cuff. Umph. There was that sickening feeling again. Whenever my feelings began to feel some type of way, that feeling made its debut. Still this man was yummy as fuck.
“Yeah, I’m sure he will be along in a minute. So, can I offer you something to drink?” I asked trying to be a great hostess, moving over to the kitchen area.
“Uh, no I’m good. I just came by to get J. So we can head out and make our rounds.” He took a seat at the island counter as I grabbed a glass from the cabinet then filled my glass with water.
“Mmm, yeah that’s what’s up. So how long have y’all been knowing each other?”
“Awe shit that’s been my boy since diapers, you know. We’ve been knowing each other for years.” He smiled the most beautiful smile, it was almost as if it lit up the entire room. “So you’re from out of town huh?”
“Huh? Oh,” I laughed damn near choking on my water. “No, well not really. I’m from Chicago. I just moved to Atlanta to pursue a modeling and acting career.”
“Shit, that’s that business. You’ve got it too baby. You’ve got what it takes,” he enlivened.
“Yeah well, didn’t work out so well though. That’s why I’m back here.” Throwing my hands up, I lowered my head once again feeling like a failure.
“Hmph, nothing worth having comes easy baby girl. Never give up. You feel me?” He shot a subtle wink and smile my way as he rose from his seat. “Aye J. Let’s go nigga.”
My heart thumped as he made his way back towards the door not really wanting him to leave. A piece of me yearned to talk to him more. He was so intriguing that I had to know more about him. His favorite foods, his favorite color, or maybe his favorite position. Anything and everything, I had to find out about this man. I knew it was a long shot since he probably had plenty of well paid bitches vying for his attention but I had to give it a shot. I’d be kicking myself in the ass if I didn’t. It was now or never as I moved in closer to him, moving in for the kill.
“So um—“
“My nigga.” Jeremiah appeared out of nowhere, walking up in between us interrupting me as they shook up greeting one another.
“Damn nigga. You that fucked up that it takes you all day to get dressed? I called you two ours ago and you said fifteen minutes then,” Myking playfully slapped the back of his hand against Jeremiah’s chest. “Then you step out with some simple shit on. The fuck is that tee and jeans look you’ve been rocking lately, bruh?”
“Simple and non-flashy. Motherfuckas don’t need to know how much money I got in my account. Unlike you, playa, showing it all off. What are those?” Jeremiah pointed to his Rick Owens shoes obviously lacking any type of fashion sense. “That’s where all your money’s going boy. You better think smarter than that.”
“Oh I’m smart. Trust and believe,” Myking replied, spoken like a true king.
Damn. I thought knowing that I would never be able to get a word in edgewise now with all of their male conversation going on. After a few minutes, I found myself gawking at him. Drool escaped in the corners of my mouth a bit as he and Jeremiah joked about something I cared not to pay attention to. He had me stuck on him but when he did break his concentration on Jeremiah and focused on me, I let out a casual giggle as if I was engaged in the conversation they were having.
“Alright nigga. Let’s go.” Jeremiah batted his arm as he snatched his keys out of his pocket.
I knew my shot had come and gone. Better luck next time, I guess. Bianca appeared from out the darkness of the hallway with one hand on her hip. Within seconds she caught wind of my attire or lack there of and immediately shot me a look of displeasure. Myking saw that as a signal and headed for the door. Jeremiah went to handle his business with his woman while I followed up behind Myking trying to handle mine.
“So, it was nice meeting you Myking.” I held the door open as he stepped half way out of it. “I hope this won’t be the last time we see each other.”
“I’m sure it won’t be, Ms. Damita.” His eyes searched my thighs as if they had lost something. I didn’t even bother to interrupt him. Go on and stare hard as hell at these thick ass thighs baby.
“Um, y’all good or should I step to the side while y’all go get a room or something?” Jeremiah inserted himself back in between the both of us once again.
“You know—“ I began.
“You stupid. Let’s go nigga.” Myking bolted down the porch steps headed towards his silver Range Rover with large shiny rims after tossing Jeremiah the keys. “Here J. You drive.”
“See ya,” Jeremiah looked back at me with a sly grin before taking off.
“Ugh,” I exhaled before slamming the door behind him.
“The fuck is your issue?” Bianca asked heading over to the refrigerator snatching a jug of orange juice from out of it.
“I was really feeling Jeremiah’s friend. I mean, butterflies type of shit and you know I don’t ever feel that for much of anybody.” I headed over to the island laying my head down on it.
“Okay, so what’s the problem?”
“I don’t think he knows that I exist and it seemed like your damn man wasn’t helping with all the cock blocking he was doing, interrupting us and shit.” I flicked my hair over my shoulder. “I’m saying, I’m not perfect but he could’ve let his boy decide if he wanted me or not.”
“Girl bye. Jeremiah wasn’t thinking about you. He was just trying to rush and get up out of here. Myking is always on him about being on time when he gets here, that’s all. Shit, them niggas are about their money. Money first, bitches later.” Bianca took a sip from her glass staring at me out of the top of it. “He’ll get at you. Don’t trip on that.”
“I hope so. That nigga was so fucking yummy.”
“Hmm…anyway, I’d appreciate it if you would where a little more clothes around the house while you’re living here. I don’t need my man seeing all that ass slapping around, okay? The only ass he needs to see is this one.” Bianca slapped her ass playfully.
“Oh my bad cuz. Shit, ya’ll wasn’t answering the doo
r and the nigga just kept ringing the shit.” My tongue tasted my lips just thinking about his fine ass. “But just to let you know though, I’m actively looking for work, B. I told you I wouldn’t let you down.”
“Right. That’s good. Just don’t walk around here with your ass out anymore,” she paused as I lowered my head from her remark. “Listen, J. and I were talking and um, we think maybe you should come on down to the shop to work for a few days a week until you get a hold of another job. At least you won’t just be sitting on your ass all day here by yourself.”
“At the salon, B? What the fuck am I supposed to do there?” I sat back on the stool confused as fuck. “I can’t do no damn hair. I’ll be in there giving every bitch a Mohawk with rubber bands, shit.”
“Your ass is crazy,” Bianca laughed, cracking up at my seriousness. “But you can wash it can’t you?”
I nodded.
“Then that’s good enough. It’s something while you get your shit together. Don’t you think?” Bianca pimped off rolling her eyes like she knew she had me.
“Okay, B. But I’m only doing a few days a week and it’s not gonna be no permanent shit. I need some real money.”
Bianca stopped in her tracks darting her attention back towards me. She gave me the short look as she sat her glass down on the counter. I didn’t know what the fuck she was doing all that for but it made me a little nervous for some reason. I stood walking slowly back to my room only for her to follow right behind me.
“What?” I asked a bit annoyed.
“I’m just like you seem real strange cuz. First you pop back up here out of the blue, then it’s like you’re a hermit crab in my house, not wanting to go outside.” She leaned against the wall hawking me down as I plopped down on the bed picking my phone back up. “What are you hiding from, Damita, or should I say who?”
“Huh? What? Girl bye with all that. I’m not hiding from nobody,” I retorted, leaning back on the bed refusing to look up into her accusing eyes. “I’m good.”
Chapter 7
Minutes Later
Jeremiah
“Did you see the ass on shawty though?” I blurted still thinking about the donkey sitting behind Damita’s back.
“Shawty? Oh you mean your girl’s cousin?” Myking wiped his nose quickly. “Yeah, I checked it.”
“Man, don’t give me that shit. You know I’m as loyal as can be to B. I’m just saying her cousin got an ass so fat you would’ve sworn her momma was part reindeer.”
We laughed hard as fuck but I was so serious. Damita was built like a damn video vixen or some shit. She said she wanted to be a model or something like that and all I could think about was which one of my business connects could I hook her up with to make that happen and be her manager. That’s how bad she was. She was a mixed chick too, which was popular in that industry. Shawty definitely had what it took to go to the top and be the next Kim K. or Blac Chyna.
“Yeah, I feel you though. She is bad.” Myking rubbed his chin like he was thinking about getting all in that pussy. “Real bad.”
“So you getting in that shit or what?” I probed trying to fuck with his head.
“Shit, if she go I just might. She seems too thirsty to wife though. We can be kicking it buddies though.”
“Right, right. That’s exactly what I was thinking too.” I rubbed the top of my head, stroking my waves that had come in nicely.
“Nigga you just focus on the two females you’ve got going crazy over your ass. Speaking of that, how’s the double life treating you nigga?” Myking stunted me.
“Awe shit, that? Oh that shit is great. I fuck the shit out of Sunset and she follows my every word like a puppy dog and I beat the pussy up with B. to let her know who’s the boss and remind her who her man is,” I paused thinking about Sunset’s little ass getting all emotional on a nigga after years of fucking with her. “Shit they both do what I tell them to do. And, that’s how that shit goes. We gon’ be one big happy family.”
“Is that right?”
“In that order. If you get your shit together, maybe I’ll take you to school Youngblood and show you how it’s done. Ya feel me?” I joked.
“Naw, you can keep that headache bruh. I’m straight on that.”
“Shit nigga you don’t know what the fuck you’re missing boy. I’ve got these bitches wrapped so tight around my motherfucking finger they can’t even see straight if it ain’t about me. You dig?”
Myking sat back in the seat staring out the window. “Is that a fact?”
“That’s a motherfucking fact nigga.” That shit was so funny to me that tears were bursting from my eyes in enjoyment.
To be honest, I wasn’t a bad dude. I actually did have love for Bianca. But it made me feel good to have two women on me that knew about each other but were willing to go through hell and high water just to stay with me. See Myking didn’t know shit about that. He was never the type to wife anybody let alone stick his dick in a bitch more than once. He felt like doing so led on too many emotions, which was something he couldn’t deal with. He was a playa from the Himalaya since the day his daddy taught him how to grab booties at the beach when we were five.
He and I had been best friends and next door neighbors for as long as I can remember. We did everything together, including lose our virginities on the same day. But something changed inside of Myking when his dad died of a massive heart attack two months after we graduated high school. His eyes grew cold and his words started to become non-existent. He only spoke when it was necessary for him to do so or if he trusted you. Other than that, all anybody ever got out him was a couple of words or a stare.
My parents retired in Ft. Lauderdale a few years back. We talk from time to time to keep in touch but they are basically living the retirement home dream. Myking never knew his mother. She left him with his dad when she was a baby. I guess she didn’t have what it took to be a mother. He never saw her. His dad refused to keep any pictures of her in his house. Myking figured it was because he was bitter about her leaving him. That’s how he ended up building that same bitterness. I felt sorry for him but I never told him that.
“Let’s go to the 59th & Kedzie spot first then work our way around,” Myking suggested as I bent the corner down Kedzie going north.
“Got you.”
Myking used most of the little bit of life insurance he had to fund his part of the businesses we had. I got bank loans and even though he didn’t put in much, I never held it against him. His $20,000 that he put in wasn’t shit but I still gave him thirty percent of the profits. It was enough to keep his beak wet and pay bills. Still, I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how his house was bigger than mine, his clothes were flyer, and his car was rawer.
I just figured the nigga stacked his money for the last six years and then decided this year he would stunt on everybody with the shit. We had three Slick Cutz barbershops and eight residential six flat buildings and yet he looked like he had done it all on his own and I was just the guy who worked for him. It was all good though. I never liked the flashy lifestyle anyway.
“What the fuck?” I said pulling up to the building looking as a bunch of niggas dressed in all black crept in. “You see that shit? Them niggas came clean up out of the alley.”
“Yeah, yeah. I see that shit.”
This building that we owned was right on the stretch of an alley so it was easy for a motherfucka to get stuck right there. But I couldn’t think of why they were running up in an apartment filled with women and their kids. The only thing that came to mind was that one of them had a baby’s daddy or a nigga they were fucking with who was in the building when they shouldn’t have been. Myking and I were very strict about them hoes having their men staying there doing illegal shit especially when they were on the lease.
“It looks like somebody is about to get their asses kicked. And, while they’re doing that we about to be setting a bitch’s shit out on the lawn,” I snapped looking up the list of the residents in the
building on my phone.
“Com’ on now dude. You already know you don’t handle that business. I’m always the one fucking with these people on that level, doing your legwork. So if anybody’s gonna do anything than it will be me. They don’t even see you unless it’s rent day.” Myking put his hand in the air for me to pump my brakes.
“Yeah, well they’re gonna see my ass for the last time when I put their ass up out my shit too.”
My hand touched the door handle ready to exit the truck and put my foot in some bitch’s ass when…shots fired in the distance.
“Did you hear that shit?” I asked and then…another twelve shots rang out.
“Them don’t sound like no motherfucking fireworks if that’s what you’re asking.” Myking looked at me serious as hell. “I got banger. Don’t trip.”
“Whoa, whoa, my nigga. What you mean don’t trip?” I halted his hand from releasing that bitch he kept for safe keeping in the glove compartment, a jet black 9mm.
“I’m saying nigga, I’ve got one in the back for you. You know I’m legally and illegally strapped in this motherfucka. Ya feel me?” He let the glove compartment door swing down, reaching in for the piece.
“Naw, Myking. You’ve got the game fucked up bruh. This ain’t our fight to be getting into playa.” I pushed his hand down forcing him to lower the gun. “Whatever’s going on in there is their business. The only thing we need to do is call the motherfucking police and let them do their investigation and claim this shit on our insurance. Got it?”
I could tell Myking was not a fan of my suggestion but he knew like I knew that it wasn’t his call to make. Instead of running up in their like a bunch of renegades, I started the truck back up and pushed on around the corner calling the police in the process. The look in my nigga’s eyes told me he was heated about not being able to run up in there on them niggas. He was heated, blood boiling like he had been itching to pop one off in somebody’s ass one time. But I wasn’t about to get shot up for some shit some other nigga fucked up.
