Page 24 of Suleem and Yahzi
KT dapped me and Kassir before we left.
“You good on time or you need to get back?” I asked my boy as soon as we were in the car.
“Nah, I’m straight, what’s up?”
“I need to run by Yahzi’s old crib to grab what’s left of her shit.”
“She know you doing that?”
“She’s gon’ know when I pull up with it.”
“You better hope she don’t spaz on your ass,” Kassir said smugly.
“If she does I’m just gonna fuck her into compliance.”
“Yeah good luck with that. After we grab her stuff we can get some food before we head back. I’m hungry as hell and feel likeI’m about to have to fuck Rebel into compliance too with the way she’s trying to pretend like she’s not about to be mine again.”
I chuckled, completely understanding. That was exactly why I was grabbing Yahzi’s shit. No options meant no resistance. Her time here was done and there was no point in pretending otherwise.
While Kassir pulled off,I sat for a minute and was about to hit Yahzi up to let her know I was about to pull up but a text from her was already waiting.
Yah: I need some dick…
Horny ass. I love that shit though…
Me: Some dick or my dick?
Me: And be mindful of your answer.
Yah: Some dick…
Yah: From you.
Me: You’re trying to get fucked up instead of fucked with them slick ass answers.
Yah: You wouldn’t do that.
Me: Nah I wouldn’t but I do have a way to calm all that slick shit down. It’s thick, long, hard, and has no chill.
Yah: Your dick don’t have no chill.
Me: You asking or you confirming because I’m sure you already know how I get down.
Them bubbles started and stopped several times before the text finally came through.
Yah: You on your way or do I need to get an iDrive? Everybody is leaving and I’m drunk
Me: I wish the fuck you would get yo’ ass in an iDrive and you just told me you were drunk. Sit yo’ ass down somewhere safe, I’m on my way.
Yah: Sitting my ass down, sir
I chuckled, locked my phone, and dropped it in my lap so I could go get my baby. It took me twenty minutes to make it to The Dexter and I called Yahzi to let her know I was outside. A few minutes later she walked her fine ass out of the entrance in some silk pajamas that hugged her thick thighs and a bonnet on her head. She squinted and smiled, stumbling a little when I got out to open her door. As soon as she was close enough, she threw her arms around me, trying not to drop the bag of shit I assumed she got from the party.
“Hey, baby.” She pressed her face into my chest then tilted her head back. “You smell good.”
“And your ass is for sure drunk. Get in the car so I can feed you.”
“I have on pajamas, we can’t go eat.”
