Page 21 of Finding My Bodyguard

“You saw her in person already, nigga. Besides, you could have been the one to grab her.”

“Nigga, I wasn’t about to climb up out of my pussy to come kidnap yours. You crazy!” The phone was silent for a minute, and then we both broke into laughter.

“Sorry I took so long.” Monroe’s sweet voice cut through my laugh and invaded my ears. I damn near broke my neck turning around to see her as she strolled down the stairs. I stood from where I was sitting on the couch to greet her.

“Damn!” I mumbled under my breath. She hadn’t disappointed. Monroe was beautiful. Her chocolate skin glowed in the orange dress that hugged every curve on her body.

“You look beautiful.” I moved toward the end of the stairwell. I watched as her long legs descended every stair. When the time came, I would have her wrap them thick, chocolate motherfuckers around my neck again.

“I heard her, nigga. Let me see her!” Meechie yelled, reminding me he was on the phone. I was so fascinated by Monroe that I forgot all about his ass. Before I could tell Meechie to kick rocks, the phone rang for me to connect the video call.

“This nigga,” I mumbled just as Monroe made it down the stairs.

“Chocolate, my best friend wants to meet you. You’ve seen him in the club, but he wants a formal introduction. That cool?”

Her eyes bounced around for a second before she finally spoke.

“Sure, answer it.” She smiled. I nodded my head and swiped to answer the call. Without prompting, Meechie’s loud ass voice came through the phone, followed by his face.

“I thought you were about to play me. Where is the girl that got us going through all this trouble?”

I didn’t respond. Instead, I flipped the phone to Monroe.

“Monroe, this my pain in the ass best friend, Demetrius. Everyone calls him Meechie.” I didn’t get a chance to introduce her because Meechie interrupted.

“The woman that needs no introduction. You have made quite the impression on my bro.”

“He’s made quite the impression on me,” Monroe countered. “Sorry for causing all this trouble.”

“I like trouble.” Meechie snickered, causing Monroe to laugh. “Snatching up a nigga chick is my specialty.”

I watched Monroe’s hand fly to her mouth.

“Meechie!” I brought the phone back to my face. “You got to excuse him; he lacks good sense,” I whispered to her.

“I got good sense, nigga!” Meechie blurted.

“You two are funny. Y’all have known each other for a long time?” she asked softly.

“Since diapers,” I replied.

“Yeah, so I’m telling you now, what you gon’ get if you get involved with this nigga. Automatic sister status.”

“Yes, sir,” Polo said. “I’ma sister your ass to death. Fair warning.” His face appeared on the screen. I should have known they were together. Those niggas were always together. Monroe didn’t say anything. She just stood there staring at the screen and giggling.

“Let us know if you have any problems out of that nigga,” Meechie interjected. I loved seeing her laughing, and I appreciated my friends for all they were doing for her. It showed my niggas had my back no matter what. I didn’t have to explain. If I needed them to, they were coming. This was a level of loyalty most people only dreamt of.

“I think I got it.” Monroe smiled.

“Aye, but check it, you got some friends that look like you?” Polo asked. I shook my head and turned the phone back on me.

“Y’all niggas done? We got plans.”

“Yeah, nigga. I’ll hit you if anything changes,” Meechie said before he hung up the phone.

Sliding my phone in my pocket, I said, “I apologize for them niggas. They don’t have good sense.”

“They seem like really good friends.” She giggled.

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