Page 39 of Suleem and Yahzi
“You said you need a reason to stay. I’m trying to give you one. Hell, if you bring your ass over here, I can give you more than one.”
“It’s a public park...”
…and we’ve had sex here multiple times before.
I looked past him out the window then through the windshield before I unfastened my seatbelt, turned my back to the passenger door, and propped my feet on the center console.
“I think it’s safer for me to stay in a neutral zone.”
“We’re just chillin right now because apparently you need to know sex is not the only reason I’m offering for you to stay.”
“So you’re saying there’s a bonus to the sex? Because I think that’s my favorite thing.”
He laughed, wrapped his hand around my ankles one by one, and pulled my feet into his lap.
“I talked to Kassir about you cutting at Fadez.”
“What did he say?”
“The fuck you think he was gonna say?” He smiled arrogantly. Kassir was his boy. If I wanted a station at his shop, it was done on the strength of their bond.
“And you’re going to let me work for him in peace?”
He grunted. “You aren’t working for him. Your shit is independent.”
I grinned and pulled my lip between my teeth to suppress the amusement that took over. Suleem’s ego wouldn’t allow me to have ties to another man. Not even one he considered family.
“And what about my booth fee?”
“I got that covered, unless you want your own shit. Then I’ll just get you a spot. In fact…”
“No…” I shook my head, rolling my eyes. “There’s no point in opening a shop that competes with his. That’s kinda pointless and defeats the purpose of keeping it in the family.”
“There are enough niggas in D-ville to keep both y’all’s pockets laced.”
He was right, but that wasn’t my game plan.
“I don’t want the responsibility of an entire shop and I also don’t know what my future looks like here.”
He grilled the hell out of me and I smiled. “Careerwise. This is cool for now and I might stick with it but until I make that decision with certainty then cutting at Fadez is good enough.”
He nodded. “Aight, but if you change your mind, I got you.”
“I know you do.”
After a few minutes of us enjoying the moment, Suleem reached under his seat and removed a Ziplock which he tossed into my lap.
“Roll that for me.”
I grinned when he dropped his head to the leather headrest and turned low set lids on me.
“You can’t do it?” I asked, tugging the bag open and removing the black case.
“Yeah, I can, but I want you to.”
I brushed my fingers over the metal tin before I flipped it in my hands. It was a little larger than a deck of cards and had Burn One printed in bold white letters on a black background.
“This is new.” I snapped the lid open and noticed the natural rolling papers inside, removing one.
