“So, you just gon’ lock us in the elevator?” She chuckled lowly, but I knew she was scared.
“You don’t have to be afraid of me. I don’t bite unless you want me to,” I whispered into her neck.
I’m not scared of you, Hellcat, but I could do damage, so walk away while I’m giving you grace.”
I gave her a confused look. I never backed down from a challenge. I leaned in closer, almost touching her lips with mine, but she kept the distance respectful.
“If you ain’t scared of a nigga, then why are you trembling and shit?” I backed away from her and looked into her eyes.
She shied away from me, and I laughed. Yeah, she needed to stay away.
“I got a man, Hellcat, and you a bad lil boy. You still wet behind the ears, and I’m probably old enough to be your mother. I can’t even get to know you.” She reached around and started the elevator again.
I saw that she was getting off on the eighth floor, and we were on the sixth. I pulled her close to me, and I knew she felt how hard my dick was. She was fine as fuck, and I knew I was about to play with fire, but fuck it, I was Hellcat.
“Believe half of what you hear and all of what I tell you. All you have to do is ask, and I’ll tell, but the streets tend to lie a lot.”
The elevator stopped on her floor, and the doors opened.
“And you not old enough to be my mother. Besides.” I smiled. “I love older women.” I winked at her, and she blushed.
“I’ll choose to believe the streets because I have nothing to ask you.” She stepped out of my embrace and licked her lips before walking away. Before the door closed, she blew me a kiss.
Once the door closed, I had to adjust my dick because she was the epitome of perfection. I knew I didn’t need to know her, but I wanted to, and everything I wanted, I got one way or the other. This was our first encounter, but it wouldn’t be our last.I knew little Miss Raven lived in this building, so it was only a matter of time before we ran into one another. As far as the nigga she was on the phone with, I would skin that nigga like Garfield and send him to his parents. He was the least of my worries.
I stepped off the elevator and into my penthouse. I loved my shit. I had the perfect view of my city. I looked at my Rolex and realized that I was late and didn’t feel like hearing Calliope’s fucking mouth. This nigga rarely came out of his Batcave and into the hood, so I was grateful that he was coming out. I hurried to jump in the shower and take care of my hygiene. My clothes were already laid out on the bed, so all I had to do was get dressed. My dreads were lined to perfection, and the red on the tips was the color of burning flames.
The sound of my phone vibrating made me look for it. I found it on my bed and noticed that it was Calliope. I didn’t want to hear this nigga rant, but I knew I had to answer the phone.
“Nigga, I already know I’m late, but I’m coming, fuck,” I answered the phone. No pleasantries because I knew he wasn’t.
“Nigga, you know I don’t do this public shit. I only came out here for you, and you ain’t even here. Even Grove beat yo’ ass here. Your next words better be that you are on your way before I leave,” he barked into the phone.
I pulled the phone away from my ear before he burned the bitch off with his hot ass breath.
“Nigga, I’m on my way. I had to handle some shit for yo’ paw and got held up a little,” I told him without going into too much detail.
He disconnected the call, and I laughed to myself. I grabbed my jeans that were custom-made with some type of crystals that he wanted to have. My color was royal purple. Athena always told me that it was my color because it meant wisdom, spirituality, and a connection to a higher power. My motheris everything to me. She loved me with all my flaws, and I appreciated that. She was my first lady until I met my match.
I grabbed my shirt, pulled it over my head, and threw on my vest. I grabbed a simple gold rope chain to go around my neck with my Rolex. Finally, I grabbed the key fob to my Spider and my cellphone and headed to the door. I walked to the elevator and got on. In my mind, I was hoping to see Raven, but I knew she was tight about her man standing her up.
The elevator stopped, and her ass hopped back on. She stood in front of me, not giving me any attention. I tried to play it cool, but I couldn’t. She had shed the dress and heels and had on a pair of fire-red jeans that hugged her hips and ass like a glove. She had baby-making, cornbread-fed hips that swallowed her jeans. On her feet were a pair of red and black Gucci sneakers with a matching shirt that she had tied in a knot at the back. Her hair was still the same.
She turned slightly and looked at me. She had red lipstick on her suckable lips, and I had to control myself. I noticed she had a swarm of freckles on her face. So, she must have had makeup on earlier. I liked her this way, natural. She didn’t need all that shit on her face. She turned back around, giving me her back, but her perfume was hypnotizing a nigga. I had to get the fuck off this elevator before I grabbed her ass and had her climbing the walls back to my penthouse, but I knew she wasn’t the type. I had to get to know her mentally and emotionally before I could even explore her physically. She was one of those pretty and classy females. She wasn’t from the hood. Elevator sex with a stranger wasn’t her thing.
“Whatever you are thinking back there, don’t be so sure about it because people wear many masks, but it’s up to the opposite to take them off,” she said and stepped closer to me.
Was she reading my fucking thoughts? I didn’t like that shit. Was I wearing my emotions on my sleeve? I didn’t even havea chance to give her a rebuttal. She went left, and I went right toward the parking garage.
I hit the locks to my Spider and hopped in with her sexy ass on my mind. Something about her made me want to throw caution to the wind and let her inside my heart, but that other side said something different, and I couldn’t figure it out. I was drawn to her at first sight. That never happens to me. I had to shake her ass, though, because I didn’t fuck with females who had a nigga lying with them already. It wouldn’t end well for them, and I wasn’t looking to settle down.
At twenty-five years old, I was living the life niggas wish they had. Besides, she looked older than me, and that shit turned me on even more. I knew I was bound to bare my soul to her, then she would know the real person I was and run for the hills. I had to stay away from her before she fucked around and put that magical pussy on a nigga and have every nigga who looked her way’s throat sliced.
I pressed the button, and my Spider roared to life. It had been a minute, and I was glad to bring it out today. My shit was chromed out royal purple and black. The rims were purple, and the interior was purple and black. I turned the music on, connecting my phone via Bluetooth. I was in a good mood and thought about Raven and the shit she had going on. I was in my zone, so I decided to play King Von’s “Fuck Yo Man” because that’s how I was feeling. I hated the fact that this nigga died at such a young age because his lyrics would put some of these young niggas in this generation to fucking shame. I turned my shit up loud as I turned on St. Charles Street, where a crowd of people had formed.
Bitch, fuck your nigga (fuck your nigga)
Hoe, fuck his feelings (fuck his feelings)