Page 60 of For the Love of City
Let's get married
CITY
“WHY YOU STARING at me like that?”
I didn’t realize how I’d been staring at Porsha but the shit was her fault. She had a plate of food that I knew was good because it was catered by the Chisholm-Love restaurant but that shit was filled to the brim.
“Shit, I’m trying to see where you gone put all that.” We were sitting under a large tent that had had air conditioning pumped in to it just off the pavilion of Mr and Mrs. Chisholm-Love the older’s home. The wedding had been nice and I couldn’t lie that I hadn’t started to think about what kind of shit Porsha would want to have. She seemed to enjoy the wedding but I assumed she’d want something bougie.
“All what?” She frowned up as she wiped her lips and finished chewing the piece of ribeye she’d just placed between them.
“That food, Porsha.” I nodded at her plate attempting to be discreet.
She had her silverware in her hand as she looked at her plate before putting her fork down. “Are you commenting on your woman’s food intake now?” Calmly, she picked up the white napkin from her lap and wiped at the corner of her mouth.
“P, baby, you need to get checked for a tapeworm?”
She huffed before picking up her silverware and going back to her meal. I couldn’t blame her for eating because the food was good and I was secretly glad that I wasn’t bleeding from getting stabbed by her fork.
“Been there and done that. I don’t have one. I am just grateful to have a very high metabolism and have all my life. Which I’m sure I’m going to need since all we seem to do is eat and fuck. That happy weight is going to creep up really soon. The girlies say after thirty-five shit starts going south. I’m not looking forward to it. But until then, I’m going to be grateful I can eat this food without worrying too much.”
“I’m saying you can normally throw down but even this—”
“I can tell you right now that continuing to talk about what I’m putting in my mouth is a surefire way of your dick not being one of those things anytime soon.”
“Not depriving me because I have concerns.”
“It makes me feel like you worried about me getting fat. It’s your fault I’m gaining weight anyway.”
I pinched the side of her hip in the pretty blue floral dress. It was the kind that showed off her cleavage but still looked high class. The color next to her skin was beautiful but whatever shimmery shit she put on it today had her looking like a fairy. Her hair was big and natural with them shits she called wand curls since I ain’t let her get enough sleep to do the braid out shits she wanted to.
“Only thing fat on you is that ass. And if that changed and I had to roll you around like they did that bratty girl in Willy Wonka I’m down for it.”
“Lying ass.”
“Shit deeper than you realize, Pretty P.” The sound of my voice had her looking up from the serving of rice dressing she’d been eating. “Much deeper. But I’m going to grab something from the bar, you need anything?” She shook her head again seemingly stunned by what I’d said.
I kissed her cheek and left her to her meal.
At the bar I grabbed aPrismon the rocks and stuffed money in the tip jar as appreciation. I saw Billy sitting next to P and theywere laughing and looking at me so I was sure I was the topic of conversation.
“Corey, let me talk to you, bruh.” I should’ve known that he was gone be on my ass since his wife was currently getting the dirt from my girl.
Jacoby was about an inch or so shorter than me but much broader since he was a pro-athlete. We were dressed similarly in slacks and polos. The dress code demanded that people not come in tuxedos and it was too fucking hot for me to argue.
“Why your big blond ass looking all serious and shit?”
He reached over and dapped me up. His hair was braided back off his face and his beard was trimmed up. I knew from Grant they were going to be getting ready for camp soon, which explained why he was holding a bottle of water.
“Cause it’s serious.”
“Fuck is this where you try to do the big brother talk or some shit? I had that talk with Grant now that shit coming to bite me in the ass.” I could only shake my head but appreciated the way people were stepping behind Porsha.
He chuckled and ran a hand down his face briefly before putting it in the pocket of his slacks. “Not you being scared.”
“Not scared. I just don’t want to have to shoot your ass and then have to deal with Billy and Ness ‘cause the season is done before it begins.”
I sipped myPrismcause like I told Grant’s ass years ago, I wasn’t tussling when I ain’t have to. I’d put a nigga to sleep if necessary but since I actually like them, I’d stop their big asses with a carefully placed bullet so their careers could continue.
