Page 25 of Too Many One Nights

He glanced over at me before picking up the phone and making a call. When it connected, a woman’s voice that flowed through the speakers.

“Ma. What’s good for throwing up?” he asked.

I almost died because if he was asking his mama these types of questions, that meant she knew about me.

“For you or the young lady?” she asked.

“It’s for her.”

“Give her some peppermints or ginger ale. Orange juice can help too, but some women develop acid reflux with the juice. The mints should help in the meantime,” she informed.

“Thanks, Ma.”

“You’re welcome, baby,” she countered. “Lincoln,” she called out his government name.

“Yeah, Ma?”

“Be nice,” she said right before hanging up.

Laughing at his mother’s words, he pulled up to a gas station and got out, saying nothing. I watched as he got his fine ass out and swaggered inside of the store. I took that time to text Mel.

Wyd heaux?

I didn’t know if she was asleep or not. I knew she worked earlier, so she could’ve gone to bed already.

Sissy: Talking wit’ my boo. Wassup?

I smirked because she still hadn’t told me who this mystery boo was, and they’ve been dealing for the past two years. I’ve concluded he was married, and she was a well-kept side chick. I wasn’t judging my sister because that was her business. I was just nosy and wanted to know.

When I’m gone meet this mystery man?

Sissy: When it’s time. Wassup, though?

I was just letting you know I was with Buck. He’s trying to feed me, so if something happens to me, he did it.

She laughed at my text right when Buck was getting back into the car.

Sissy: Stop being dramatic, but I’ll check your location to make sure you’re not in the middle of the woods somewhere.

“I know that ain’t no nigga you texting in my shit, Goldie?” he snarled when he got back in the car. I gave him a nasty glare before turning my attention back to my phone.

Not this nigga getting his friendly dick in this car and questioning me…lol.

Before I could see what Mel said, he snatched up my phone.

“Who the fuck is Mel?” he asked, dialing the number in the process. I didn’t respond because he would find out soon as she answered the phone.

“Nic?” she answered in a worried tone.

“Aye, who is this?” Buck asked.

“Where’s my sister?” Mel countered.

“She’s good. She’s right here,” he answered.

“Nic,” she called out to me again.

“I’m good Mel,” I assured. If I didn’t, she would be on the way. I already heard her moving around.

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