“Me too,” I agreed, standing up. I finally glanced around the spacious bathroom. “When did Daynah and Kells move here? This is like some rich white people shit.”
I was seriously in awe with their place. Originally, they had a nice apartment out in the suburbs, but this loft was on a new level. It was in a high-rise building, with an amazing view. The huge picture windows were from floor to ceiling, and lined an entire side of the loft. Naturally, the kitchen was huge with swanky stainless-steel appliances. The guest bathroom we were in had a sizable glass shower that looked so inviting. Daynah had everything decked out in white, giving the space a nice contemporary feel.
“They been here for about a month. This shit is nice, though,” Omari admitted, as he gazed around.
“Yeah, maybe one day we could have something this nice.”
He gave me a weird look.
“What, why you looking at me like that?”
He slowly shook his head. “Sometimes I wonder about you, but that’s alright.”
“Huh? What are you talking about?”
“Don’t worry about it.” He waved me off. “Come on. Let’s take a quick shower.”
“Okay, go ahead. I don’t have to get in with you.”
“Pssshh,” he grunted, before strolling past me, smoothly grabbing my hand. “Stop playing with me.”
“God,” I threw my head back. “Aint nobody trying to fuck you, Omari.”
“Yeah, okay.” He nodded, before helping me remove the shirt I wore. “Damn, look at them nipples. They look like lil’ gum drops,” he claimed, before lowering his head, taking a nipple into his mouth.
“See what I’m saying,” I whined, before my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
Nodding his head, he never bothered removing his mouth. Just as I knew we would, we ended up in the shower, going at it. By the time we were done, my hair was all fucked up, as my clit thumped uncontrollably.
“You messed my hair up,” I pouted, as I stood in front of the vanity mirror, wearing absolutely nothing.
Omari stepped directly behind me. “Good, because you need to take that shit out. Why you got that shit so fucking long, anyway?”
I locked eyes with him in the mirror. “What’s wrong with long weave?”
“That shit looks stripper-ish.”
I laughed heartily. “Or you don’t like it, because I had it like this, while I was at the concert with somebody else?”
He grimaced. “That too.” He eased his arms around my waist. “I wanted to strangle your ass. Ion never wanna see you with another dude. Ever. I don’t give a fuck what we go through. Breaking up aint a option.” He placed his chin at the top of my head.
“Well then, you must plan on being on your best behavior.”
“I will,” he claimed, inching his hands onto my stomach. Chills shot up and down my spine, as I pictured us as a real family. “Love you.” He kissed my head, warming my heart.
I smiled. “I wanna believe in everything that you say, cause it sounds so good.”
He chuckled. “Okay, Britney Spears.”
“I’m just saying.”
He nodded. “I got you. You aint got nothing to worry about.”
Omari
“You take my love, and I’m willin. There’s no limit to the love I’m givin. The love I’m givin. There’s no reason why we should be apart. Cause searching for something out there could lead to two lonely hearts. Two lonely hearts. Baby don’t you know. We’ve come too far to let it all end. I told you over and over again…” Michel’le’s voice crooned from the stereo.
“Damn, you got it smelling good in here,” Daynah complimented, as she stepped into the kitchen.
Mya was standing at the stove, and whirled around to face her. “It’s just fried chicken.”
Kells stepped into the area. “Shit, that’s more than she can do.”
“Whatever,” Daynah chided, before easing onto the kitchen’s island. “I’m just glad to see my girl, after she got mad, and blocked me,” she teased.
Mya smiled. “You aint gon let me live that down.”
“No time soon,” Kells offered. “The one thing she knows how to do is hold a grudge.”
“Kells,” Daynah called him out. “Don’t be a hater all your life.”
“Girl, stop it. The truth is the truth. Luckily, your auntie ‘nem can throw down, otherwise I’d have to cheat on your ass with somebody who at least can boil water,” Kells jested.
“Yall stupid,” I mumbled, while leaning up against the island. I’d been standing there keeping Mya company, while she cooked. That was the only way she’d agreed to cook.
We’d been at their spot for right at a week, and it had been pretty cool. During the day, Mya would be at school, and I’d be out making shit happen. I’d been making a killing selling prescription pills that Daynah’s uncle Josh had hooked me up with. With pills, things ran a bit smoother, as most of my customers bought wholesales, and came around the same time monthly. Therefore, I didn’t have to stay out ‘til the crack of dawn to see a profit, which meant more time for Mya.
Honestly, I thought that us living away from Meeka’s might prove challenging, thinking she’d be riding my back more, but she was chill. Whenever I did have to make a run, she’d chill out with Daynah or just stay behind without any issues. That went far with me, because the last thing I needed was a nagging broad in my ear every time I had to make a move. A piece of mind was priceless.
“Yall got me in here cooking, when I should be somewhere preparing to celebrate my birthday,” Mya pouted, folding her arms.
“No, shit? When is your birthday, again?” I asked her.
Her mouth dropped. “So, you don’t remember my birthday?”
“Nah. So, when is it? It’s in December, right?”
She closed her mouth. “You know what? Fuck you, Omari.” She spun around, tending to the chicken.
I chuckled. “Girl, what you tripping for?”
“Shut up talking to me!” she screamed, while stomping her feet.
Daynah silently giggled uncontrollably behind her back.
“The fuck you throwing a tantrum for? Stomping on these people floor and shit.”
“You know what? Fuck this shit. You can finish cooking your own muthafuckin chicken,” she fumed, before stomping off.
Kells widened his eyes. “Well, damn. She’s sensitive.”
I laughed harder. “Hell, yeah. She probably aint gonna wanna give some booty now.”
Daynah shook her head. “Well, you just fucked up, and now we aint gonna know when the chicken is done.”
Kells cut his eyes at her. “You sad, man.”
Mya
It was officially my 18th birthday, and I’d woken up with a serious attitude. That nigga Omari had really forgotten my birthday, and by the time I was up, he’d left. I really considered linking up with Nerie, and bailing out, but Daynah had talked me into going to the beauty shop with her. We tried her shop, and I loved the outcome. The beautician, Shan, had given me a fabulous sew-in, and the silk closure was to die for. The deep wavy bundles cascaded down to my ass, and she’d made the cutest bun at the crown of my head. Then Daynah, with her extra ass, convinced me to get my make-up done like her. If that wasn’t enough, her pushy ass begged me to allow her to play dress up with me, so we’d swung by the Galleria.
“We just gone have a girls’ night-out. I don’t know. We have to do something. I’m bored out of my mind,” she rambled, as we rode in her Audi.
I kept my thoughts to myself, as I told myself that we’d better be going some damn where. This bitch had strong-armed me into putting on a little ass pair of denim cut off booty shorts, along with a red and white Moschino off the shoulder tee, and red thigh high boots. Being that I was pissed, I’d lifted two thousand from Omari’s stash, and she’d forced me to spend every cent on one damn outfit. Admittedly, I was cute as fuck, though.
“But I gotta swing by this hotel, right quick,” she glanced my way.
I was
beginning to smell something fishy. “What’s at the hotel?”
She smiled deviously. “A friend. You aint gonna tell your man, are ya?”
I sucked my teeth, and rolled my eyes. “Fuck that nigga. Shit, you got a friend for me?”
She giggled. “Maybe.”
I shook my head, thinking that Daynah’s ass was sneaky as fuck. Always so chipper, but I could clearly see why Kells fucked with her. She stayed on point appearance wise, and she had a positive aura. With her hot ass. She loved to wear barely-there clothes, and that day was no different. Her ass cheeks were practically hanging out of her tiny shorts, and the only thing her tube top covered completely was her damn nipples.
“We won’t be here for long,” she promised, as she pulled up to the Hilton, right smack center in downtown.
“Uh huh,” was my only response, as she pulled up to the valet. We both eased out of the car, as one of the parking attendants handed her a small tag.
We then sauntered into the building. Thanks to Omari, I wasn’t completely brand new to my upscale surroundings, but the hotel was nice. I followed Daynah’s lead, as she guided us to the elevators. Once we stepped on, she started doing a little silly dance.
“I can’t wait to eat,” she chattered, before glancing my way. “God, I did that, and that’s why I’m following my calling as a stylist. You’re the shit, Mya. No lie.”
I patted my bun. “Yeah, you did alright.”
“Whatever,” she playfully shoved me. “You gonna give me my credit.”
“I’ll think about it,” I stuck my tongue out.
“Hater,” she sang, just as the elevator’s doors opened.
“What’s this?” I narrowed my eyes, as we stepped off the elevator.
“Surprise!” everyone shouted in unison.
“What the fuck?!” I screeched, holding my chest. They’d completely taken me by surprise. I glanced around the indoor pool area, taking in all the faces. Omari had clearly gotten Nerie, Lacresha, Jayde, Cavalli, and Valisha to come through, along with my new peeps Josairah, Keyasia, and their friends Black Reign, Jazel, and Taraj. Then most of their boyfriends were there, as well.
Everybody laughed, as I became emotional. “Oh my God,” I covered my mouth with my hands.
Omari swaggered over, wrapping an around my shoulder. “You really thought that I’d forget your birthday?”
“Shut up,” I cried.
“Aww, she’s emotional,” Josairah cooed.
Keyasia pursed her lips. “Emotional my ass. She must be pregnant or something.”
“You a big baby, man,” Omari chuckled, before kissing my cheek.
“I really thought nobody cared,” I whispered, dabbing a tear away.
“But that couldn’t be furthest from the truth,” he spoke into my ear, before hugging me tightly. “I love you.”
I nodded, wishing that I could stop crying. “I love you too.”
“Quit that,” he spoke softly, wiping away my tears. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you,” I sniffled with a smile.
“Nigga, you aint the only one who love her,” Cavalli voiced, pulling me away from him. “Happy birthday, cousin.” She placed me in a bear hug.
“Thank you.” I hugged her back.
Then when she finally released me, Valisha hugged me as well. Thankfully, by then the deejay was playing music, and everyone else had gone back to either swimming, dancing, or talking. I hated to have all that spotlight on me.
For a few minutes, I glanced around, checking everything out. We were rather high up, and had a nice view of the city’s skyline. There’d been catered food brought in, and several drinks were provided at the open bar. Omari had really gone all-out.
“Why you just standing here?” he questioned, poking the small of my back.
“I’m just looking at everything. How long have you been planning this?”
“I asked Daynah to help me last week. We made all the arrangements while your ass was at school. It was hell trying to keep this a secret from you.”
“But thank you, though.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Nobody has ever done anything like this for me before.”
“You’re welcome.” He palmed my booty. “Daynah must’ve picked out these shorts,” he guessed.
I laughed. “Yeah, why?”
“Cause,” he sucked his teeth. “She better be lucky it’s a pool party. Otherwise, I’d be cussing her out.”
“Aww, there you go,” I threw my head back, dramatically.
“I’m saying, though,” he grumbled, as I attempted to pull away.
“Where you going?” he held onto my hand.
“I’m hungry.” I rubbed my stomach.
“Well, come on,” he urged, guiding me over to the caterers, never bothering to release my hand.
My mouth watered, as I looked over all the seafood on the table. I lifted my head. “Who thought of the menu?”
“I did. I know what you like.” He winked.
“I see.” I beamed, before getting the server to pile my plate up with spicy boiled shrimp, and seafood pasta. “Oh, my God, where did this food come from? Damn, this shit is good.” I took huge bites of the pasta.
“One of Daynah’s people got a restaurant. I think she said that it was some people named Paris and Jay Rock. They specialize in Cajun seafood. Well, at least the dude’s mama does. I heard she was the cook.”
I nodded. “Yeah, we gotta go visit them one day real soon,” I spoke with my mouth full.
For the next hour, I sat eating, and chatting primarily with Omari, until Kells pulled him away. “Nigga, give that girl some space. Got damn, nigga. It’s a party.”
“Man, I was minding my business,” Omari complained, before he and Kells began to tussle, and then fall into the pool. “Your bitch ass always playing!” he blurted when he came up for air, causing everyone around to snicker.
I laughed, realizing that Omari was the only dude around who hadn’t gotten wet, before then. Still, he was dressed in Jordan basketball shorts, prepared for the occasion.
Lifting up from one of the lounging chairs, I switched over to Keyasia, and Cavalli, who’d become rather chummy. As usual, Key was live on Instagram, talking to thousands of her followers. She did a little urban modeling, and had done several music videos, which had garnered her a whopping 1.1 million followers on IG. Therefore, social media was life for her.
I stood behind them being nosy, as they sat at the ledge of the pool, responding to her viewers. “The girl behind me?” Keyasia uttered, before glancing back at me. “Mya, why all these niggas on here are asking who’s the big fine girl in the background.”
I shook my head, as Wale seemingly came out of nowhere, and knelt down into her camera. “She’s another somebody that will fuck around and have one of yall lame ass niggas stanking. Don’t be a causality.”
“Hell, yeah, tell them niggas, Wale,” Omari co-signed from the middle of the pool.
“Corinthian, really?” Keyasia arched a brow. “Just all on my live, huh?”
Wale stood up straight. “I’m just saying. Them niggas better learn to separate the internet from real life. Aint shit popping this way, and sometimes they gotta be reminded.”
I giggled, enjoying their back and forth banter. Seeing them two together was always a guaranteed good-time, because they were gonna talk shit the whole way through.
“Mya, are you gonna change into your bathing suit?” Daynah questioned, as she stepped over with a drink in one hand, while the other was hidden behind her back.
I squinted my eyes. “What bathing suit?”
“This.” She lifted a bag from La Perla. “My gift to you.”
“Thank you,” I cooed, as I retrieved the bag, peering inside. There was a black bikini top and bottom, along with a sheer black cover-up. “Aw, shit,” I rolled my hips. “Let me go change.”
Ten minutes later, I was done squeezing into my bathing suit, and my breasts were basically spilling over. Luckily,
I had the cover-up to tone it down a bit, which was snug like a fitted dress.
Taking a deep breath, I left the restroom, rejoining the party. The deejay had Spend It in rotation, and the girls were cutting up. “Spend that shit. Spend that shit. Spend that shit. Spend a check, and get it right back…”
“Aye!” Cavalli boasted, grabbing her knees, bouncing her ass. Several dudes who’d come unescorted stood back, gawking at her.
“Hold up!” Nerie yelled, joining my cousin, seemingly trying to out twerk her.
Soon, most of the girls were dancing, and I quietly stepped over, joining them. I dropped it low, wobbling my ass.
“Hold up, yall the birthday girl here. Yall niggas pull out yall money, and make it rain on her!” Keyasia pushed.
“Nooo!” I stood up, attempting to cover Key’s mouth.
“Nah, fuck that. They claim they getting money. Shit, I wanna see ‘em spend it on the birthday girl.” Keyasia waved me off.
Being funny, I did a simple two-step, while fanning myself with my hands. Still, Key got them niggas to toss multiple bills my way.
“Yeah, that’s what you better do,” Omari commanded, stomping over, smacking my ass. “Don’t let Keyasia get you fucked up.”
“Whatever.” I pulled him closer, realizing the deejay had switched the song up.
“Racks on me like a muthafucka. I was just broke like a muthafucka. I was down bad. I aint have shit. Racks on me like wow-oh. Fuck niggas like how-oh. How he do that…”
“Aye,” I bent over, moving my ass to the music.
“Jumped off the porch. I was on the go. Mama couldn’t tell me shit. I was trapping in the fo. Take the pain, the pain away, away. I gotta make a way, a way. For my family…”
I rolled my hips into him, as he gripped my waist. We swayed together, until I felt his dick rock up. Spinning around, I faced him. “You nasty,” I giggled.
“Always for you,” he winked, before he turned to his left. “Say, deejay. Play that song I told you about earlier.”
The deejay nodded, before switching things up.
“Girl, if I told you that I love you. That doesn’t mean that I don’t care. And when I tell you that I need. Don’t you think that I’ll never be there…”
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