Page 94 of A Kingpin's Weakness
“Nigga,” Southside chimed in, laughing as he eyed my phone. “That nigga booked the jet, over here tryin’ to play hard.”
“Man, you know I got my godson then.”
“Shit, come get mine too.”
“Nigga, you got too many. I’ll get two, that’s it. No Daddy Daycare round here.”
Rich and Southside lost it, laughing their asses off.
We chopped it up for a few more hours, then I went to pick up S3 from school. Took him out, gave him some time before I dropped him off with Rich since I was planning to bounce for the weekend. Got home, ate mama’s dinner before I packed my bags, and headed to the jet. Stormi wasn’t gonna know what hit her.
Knock! Knock!
Stormi had me knocking at her door like some sneaky-ass link, carrying my spend-the-night bag like I was some damn secret. I covered the peephole so she wouldn’t see it was me.
“Who is it?”
She yelled from the other side, but I kept quiet and kept knocking. Then the door swung open. There she was with her natural hair pinned up tight in a bun, biker shorts hugging those thick-ass thighs, tank top showing off them perky breasts like damn near every inch was made for me. I couldn’t resist. Pulled her close, wrapped my arms around her like I was trying to swallow her whole. It’d been a damn month, and I was missing her crazy. Her lips were still soft. Still tasted like home. I could’ve stood there all night kissing her, lost in her until the world stopped. Then….
“Umm, Stormi, this the one?”
A deep voice came from behind her, and I almost lost my shit.
She pushed me off, but I didn’t take my eyes off that nigga.
“Yeah, that’s it. Sorry. Cameron, this is Seth. Seth, this is Cameron. We work together, been helping each other get last-minute grading done before school’s out.”
I stepped closer, eyes burning holes through the dude.
“Why you play with niggas’ lives, Stormi?” I didn’t move, didn’t blink, just stared him down.
“Hey Seth, nice to meet you,” Cameron said, stepping closer like he owned the spot.
“Stormi, get rid of your company,” I said, voice low and serious as hell, before storming upstairs toward her room.
I was giving her thirty seconds. Thirty seconds to get Cameron the hell outta her house before he left in a body bag. I needed space. Needed to clear my head. This wasn’t the welcome I was expecting.
“Seth, what are you doing here?”
She asked the moment she stepped into the bedroom, eyes searching mine like she was trying to find a reason I shouldn’t be here. I didn’t answer.
“What the fuck Cameron ass doing here?”
“We were putting in last minute grades,” she said, like that was supposed to make it okay.
I said nothing. Just walked straight into the connected bathroom and locked the door behind me. I knew she was ready to argue, ready to throw every word she had at me. But tonight I wasn’t here for that fight. I needed a moment.
Pulled out some weed and papers, rolled a joint slow, lit it, and took a hit while I sat down to shit. I could hear her pacing outside the door, restless, waiting for me. I wasn’t in a rush to come out. So I made her wait longer jumped in the shower, expecting the room to be dark when I came back. But no. There she was, sitting in the middle of the bed, eyes locked on me.
I stepped out, towel tight around my waist. She glanced at me like she saw everything I wanted to give her but quickly shook her head like she wasn’t supposed to want it.
“What are you doing here, Seth?”
“I came to see you.”
“Why?”
“I need a reason, now?”
