Page 38 of Giving Him Something He Can Feel

“Gema asked me to throw her party. Well plan it, but she’s changing her mind all through the process. Ho went from talking about one long table to small circle ones. Then sh?—”

“Don’t let that shit stress you out or piss you off. As a matter of fact I don’t know why you’re even throwing her shit, anyway. She got a fucking budget and I know for a fact those shits you do be up there. You gonna be pissed when she can’t pay for half of that shit.”

“She said Cruz was payi?—”

“Don’t believe that shit. That nigga’s wife monitors the accounts more than her fucking monthly. Trust me I know my blood. He can’t stand that broad, but he ain’t gonna disrespect her that bad.” He walked up to me wrapping his arms around my waist. “You chilling with me today?”

“Depends on what chilling with you entails. You know how you are.”

He chortled. “The fuck that supposed to mean?”

“You feed and fuck me. Literally in that order. Then be talking about how the streets don’t fill you up no more.”

“Damn that’s cold, see when I tell you how I fee?—”

“I’m just playing, baby. But I know you.”

“You talking shit, but don’t nobody tell you to walk around here half ass naked knowing yo’ body is my fucking kryptonite. I be tryna be focused and then bam! You walk yo’ thick ass out in some shorts you know too small and a half top talkin’ bout, ‘What you doing, baby daddy?’”

He had me there and I couldn’t help but laugh. He was right, I fucked with him when I was bored, asking him what he was doing when I already knew damn well what he was doing or where he was on his way to. “You know I could go hom?—”

“Yo’ ass is home. Anyway, Ace members were pulling up to Sandos tonight and I was gonna show face, but I changed my mind. Figured I’d chill with yo’ fine ass tonight especially ‘cause I know I’m getting some after the movie.”

Laughter escaped my lips. “You just know that fora fact, huh?”

“Hell yeah, and you’re about to run me a redo on 2K. Talking about beginners luck. Yeah right, fuck outta here.” He referred to the fact that I had blown him out a few nights ago.

“It’s Curry, baby.” I held my hand up acting like I was shooting a ball.

“You look ‘bout slow as fuck with that fucked up form.”

“Somebody is hating,” I taunted before pushing past him into the washroom.

“Ain’t no hating, I just peep that you hustled me.” By now he had his arms crossed and was looking at me with the eyes of a child.

I cackled. “I didn’t though. However since you’re staying in with me tonight I guess we can get that rematch cracking.”

“I’m down as long as you are, just don’t be mad refusing to cook, withholding pussy and on bullshit when I whoop that ass.”

I smiled at him, loving this moment we were in. Cartier and I didn’t act like a normal couple, shit if anything we were friends. The one thing he told me he couldn’t be to me when I told him that I didn’t want anything else.

“I think I may have to change my number.” I changed the subject jumping onto something a little more important.

“Why?” he leaned back against the sink peering intently at me as I continued getting dressed.

“My auntie. She won’t stop calling me. Hell if I was in the city at my place, I’m willing to bet she’d be at my door on a daily. And yes, before you ask all of her calls are about money.”

He nodded his head. “You want me to handle it? Matter of fact I got it. ”

“No. She’ll eventually stop.”

“ Nah, I said I got it.”

I looked at him for a minute, before shaking my head. “Well, have it and don’t do anything crazy.”

He had a smirk. “Ain’t gonna do nothing too crazy.”

“Yeah right. I can see it in your eyes that you’re lying.” I turned around in front of him, holding out my necklace. “Can you clip this?”

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