Page 62 of Deuce

“I don’t. I wanna be your friend, though.”

“I can’t stand you most of the time.”

I shrugged. “Who likes their friends all the time?”

“I love Shar. Ain’t ever been no beef between us.”

“Sure, you love her. But you can’t say she doesn’t get on your nerves sometimes.”

She was quiet for a moment. “She can be a little extra. But that’s what I love about her. My bitch is ten toes down behind me. If I’d called her tonight to jump those hos at work, she would have shown up in sweats, sneakers, and her hair tied up, ready to go.”

I chuckled. “I know y’all are hell together.”

“Always.”

“Just pretend I’m Shar and take this money. Think of it as you being just a little closer to getting that new car to replace that raggedy shit you drive.”

She slapped my arm. “Don’t talk about my baby like that. She’s served me well. Since you wanna talk so much shit, don’t even look in my direction when I’m driving around in my brand-new car. If you don’t fully want me when I’m broke and busted, you don’t deserve me when I come up.”

She playfully snatched the money from my hand and stuffed it into her wallet as we stopped at another light. Much to mysurprise, she grabbed my chin and turned my head to face her. She then leaned across the seat and dropped a kiss so nasty on my lips that it had my dick bricking up in my slacks.

She moaned into my mouth as she pulled away from me.

“Thank you… friend.”

Shit.

I watched as she settled back into her seat like she didn’t just fuck me up with that kiss. She sat there, playing on her phone like it was the most normal thing. It wasn’t until the car behind me blew their horn did I realize the light had turned green.

I pulled off and the rest of the ride to her house was taken in silence, aside from the radio playing. She reached over and turned it down as we turned into her neighborhood. A minute or so later, I was pulling up to the curb in front of her house. There in the driveway was her car.

“It’s back!” she exclaimed.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s back. But for how long?”

“Don’t be a Negative Nancy! I happy she’s home.”

“I guess woman.”

Getting out of the car, I rounded the passenger side to let her out.

She smiled and took my outstretched hand to help her. Again, she surprised me by continuing to hold it as we walked up to her front door.

“Thank you for picking me up and bringing me home,” she said softly.

“You’re welcome. You got plans tomorrow?”

“It’s Sunday so I’ll probably hang with Shar for a little bit then have dinner and a movie night with my mom. You?”

“Sunday is family day. That means dinner at the big house with my grandparents, and I’ll probably stop and grab a plate from my mama.”

She giggled. “The big house? You live on a plantation or something?”

“It’s a multi-acre compound. Most of our family lives there. Me and my siblings all have our own plots of land. The big house is where meetings, dinners, and celebrations go down.”

“Wow. That’s so… normal.”

“What were you expecting?”

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