Page 28 of Too Many One Nights

Blowing out an exasperated breath, I went back into my room to take a shower and get dressed. After my shower, I oiled my scalp and sprayed my rose oil and water mixture on my locs, then got dressed. I was chilling for the most part, so I threw on a brown Milano Di Rouge tracksuit paired with my brown and white AirMax 90s. I moisturized my face and hands before putting on my Cuban link bracelet and Omega Speedmaster watch. After spraying my Y by YSL cologne, I snapped my grill in and headed to meet Goldie. I hope her lil’ ass was ready because I didn’t want to be out all damn day. When I came out of my room, she was doing the same. Our eyes briefly met before I let them run over her slim, thick frame. I had Kasha grab some shit that I figured she would like, and she did good. Damn good. I admired the pink and white leggings that she had on with the matching fitted crop top. I let my eyes linger on her midsection for a few seconds before dragging my eyes back to hers.

“You ready?” I asked.

She nodded.

We left my penthouse and headed to get something to eat first. There was this Mom and Pops spot I loved. I figured she could get whatever she wanted and be full. We were seated quickly and ordered.

“Can I get the country fried steak with brown gravy, mashed potatoes, fried corn, sweet potatoes, and cornbread with a strawberry lemonade?” I looked at her little ass and tried to figure out where the fuck all that food was going to go. Once I gave the waitress my order, I gave Goldie my attention.

“The fuck you gone put all that food? You’re what? Five feet tall, and a buck-oh-five?” I inquired.

“I’m five feet two, and I weigh one-forty-three. Thank you. I had a taste for that, so I ordered it.” She shrugged. “I can pay for it. It’s no problem,” she stated.

I was offended as fuck for her to insinuate that I would make her pay for her own food. “Did I ask you to pay for some shit?” I asked.

“No, but I—”

“?you, shit. I didn’t ask for your money. If you’re with me, your money ain’t good unless I say otherwise. Aight?” She was looking at me like I said something wrong. “Why you looking at me like that?”

“I didn’t expect you to be…nice,” she voiced, causing me to frown deeper.

“The fuck you mean you didn’t expect me to be nice? I’m a nice nigga,” I stated.

“That’s not what I’ve heard and observed.”

“Fuck what you heard. I treat people how they deserve, so if a muthafucka tells you some shit or you see it, they deserved that shit.”

While we ate our food, I realized Goldie was a cool chick. She told me Mel was her older sister, and the lil’ bad a nigga I seen at her house was her little brother.

“Yo sister got a nigga?” I asked.

“She has something,” she responded. “Why?”

Shrugging, I replied. “Just asking. What she do for work? That ain’t no cheap ass car she drives, and she looks pretty…kept.” He emphasized the word kept, like he was insinuating something.

“She works at the prison in Wood Haven. You ask a lot of questions. What do your brothers do?” She shot back. I couldn’t even get smart with her smart ass like I wanted to because I needed to talk to Kilo’s ass.

“My older brother is in prison, and you already know Stacks. His ass always around.” We both laughed.

“Buck?” I looked up and some random bitch was standing in front of our table, looking between me and Goldie. I was trying to figure out what the fuck she wanted. I didn’t need to ask if she knew me because everybody did.

“The fuck you standing there calling my name for like you got some shit to get off ya chest?” I snarled.

“I?I was wondering if I could talk to you later,” she finally said.

“You talking to me now and I would appreciate if you wouldn’t, so get the fuck out my face.” I frowned.

She looked at Goldie and frowned before turning her attention to me. This time, I stopped her ass before she could start by putting my Glock on the table.

“Since you don’t listen to niggas too well, maybe you’ll listen to my bitch.” I grimaced at her until she got the picture and scrambled off.

“You call that nice?” Goldie asked, stuffing her mouth.

“Yeah. I could’ve killed the bitch.” I shrugged before finishing my food.

We talked some more before I paid the check so we could leave. I’m not even gone front. My baby mama was kinda cool, and that shit made me feel a way that I thought I would never feel again.

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