Page 36 of Bricked Up
“Wait, what?” Zia's forehead wrinkled in confusion. “Making Saadiq jealous? Why would?—”
“Nothinggggg,” Brittany sang as she quickly interrupted. “Don’t even worry about it. Chow, boo thang. See you in a bit.”
Zia stared at the phone for a second after her sister hung up before she went and got herself together. She didn’t know what the fuck Brittany’s ass was up to, but she had a feeling that she’d find out soon enough. After bathing, oiling up her body, applyingher makeup, and pinning up her curls, Zia slid her body into a fuchsia and black halter V-neck mini dress with a cinched waist and a layered ruffled hem. Once she slid into her black pumps, she was ready to go.
With one last look at her reflection in the mirror, she smiled at the allure of her sexiness looking back at her. Her hair was laid, her titties were sitting up extra nice tonight, and her thick thighs and flawless legs were glistening. Zia grabbed her clutch and headed out. She didn’t know what the hell her crazy ass sister had in store for her tonight, but she was down for whatever. After enduring the emotional rollercoaster ride she’d been on ever since Saddiq walked his ass back in her life, Zia was just ready to focus on something other than her sadness.
Once she was behind the wheel, Zia turned on her party mix playlist and sang with LAYA’s “Ain’t Sad About It” as she hit the road. Twenty-two minutes later, Zia pulled up to the bar at the same time as Brittany. Hopping out, she sashayed over to her and gave her a big hug.
“I actually don’t believe I’m about to admit this, but I'm starting to feel a little better. Maybe getting some fresh air was what I needed all along.”
“I knew you would. See, sometimes all a girl needs is to get dressed up and show some titties and hips. And baby girl, you definitely picked the right dress for that. Come over here so I can take ya pic right quick.”
“Okay,” Zia smiled at the way her sister was hyping her up. “But so do you in that sexy ass burgundy lace, short ass bodycon dress,” Zia said as she posed for a few pictures.
“Shit, you know I stay ready for a camera both in and out of the bedroom.”
“You just as nasty as you wanna be,” Zia chuckled as she snapped pictures of her beautiful bestie. “Ole freaky ass.”
“Says the freaky ass pregnant chick. Girl, come on and let’s take a couple of selfies right quick.”
Cackling and all, Brittany snapped several selfies before they headed inside.
Tunks as packed but not uncomfortably so. Everyone was out, but it was overcrowded. However, it did help that there were bars on both levels, a large patio on the lower level, and a balcony on the upper level. Tunks was a lively spot that featured live bands, DJs, and an open mic. It was a popular spot for those 35 and up only folks. The red and gold color decor complemented the black tables, chairs, benches, and couches perfectly.
Zia and Brittany hadn’t even made it across the room to the bar before men were tripping all over themselves just to get to them. But, as usual, they politely declined and ignored the assholes. And after grabbing their drinks, they headed for the few seats that were available along the bench lining the back wall. Zia hadn’t had a chance to press the rim of her virgin lemon drop to her lips before a fine ass LL Cool J look-alike approached her. His seductive ass smile had her undivided attention.
“Wassup, sexy, wanna join me on the dancefloor for a lil bit?”
Zia glanced over to Brittany, who just winked and nodded encouragingly. Turning her attention back to LL, Zia smiled as she placed her drink on the table. She was just about to accept his hand when hers was suddenly shoved away from his. Both Zia and LL glanced up at the man who had just approached them and did the dumb shit, only for Saadiq’s face to come into view.
“Nigga, don’t touch my wife,” Saadiq stepped in between them. “I’on give a shit what she told you, but she’s mine. So you can get the fuck on, bruh, or we can thug it out right here.” LL mugged Saadiq before he turned and headed into the opposite direction.
“Saadiq, what the fuck are you doin’?” Zia asked as she grabbed him by his arm. “What you ain't finna do is break up with me, ignore me for three weeks, and then walk up in this bitch and try to claim me and shit. Plus, I really wanted to fucking dance, nigga.” She screamed before turning to walk away, but before she could, Saadiq grabbed her by her waist and snatched her up against him.
“Zia, chill, fareal. And I didn't break up wit’ ya petty ass. I said I needed a damn minute. And?—”
“Uht uh, since when is a minute three damn weeks, Saadiq?” Zia asked, while shaking her head. “So you can just let me go and get the fuck on wit’ that bullshit. Excuse me, I’m gonna go find LL and give him that dance.”
“Zia, don’t get fucked up in this bitch.” Saadiq pulled her closer when she tried to back away from him. “You wanted my damn attention, and now you got it. So quit?—”
“Wait,” She frowned, holding up a hand to stop him from saying anything further. “What’s that supposed to mean? I don’t want or need your attention.”
“So you ain’t put this fuckin’ sexy, short ass dress on and post pics to your IG outside this muthafucka to get my attention?” he asked as he purposely grazed his lips against her cheek.
“No, I didn’t post?—”
As if a lightbulb went off in her head, Zia turned and narrowed her eyes at her sister, who was sitting back, smirking while watching the drama unfold. “Britt?—”
“Yup,” Grinning, Brittany smacked her lips as she downed the last of her sour apple martini and sauntered over toward them. “I sure the fuck did. This was a fuckin’ setup. And now that I got both of y’all’s attention, listen the hell up. I’m sicka this shit here.” She pointed a finger back and forth between Zia and Saadiq. “Y’all either gon’ be together or you ain’t, but you ain’t gon’ stress me out about it no more. Saadiq, I posted the pics andtagged my sexy ass sister to get your damn attention. And I had that fine ass nigga that I’m talking to by the way, come talk to her to wake yo’ ass up. Although you know what the fuck kinda gold mind you got in my sister, you actin’ like she won’t get snatched up by another nigga, quick. So quit playin’ wit’ her. Don’t ever ignore my sister for three weeks and think I ain’t gon’ help her ass move the fuck on. I’on wanna do that because I know how much y’all love each other. Y’all dumb asses already let one fool break ya up. Don’t let time damage the rest of your bond. Zia, you know this ignorant ass man loves you. Yes, you both should've fought more back in the day to keep what ya’ll built together. I get both viewpoints from back then and now, but the only thing that’s important is right muthafuckin’ now. Life is too short for all that other shit. Y’all got a rare love worth fighting for. Fix this shit now. ‘Cause I be damned if y’all have my baby make his or her grand entrance into the world in the middle of all this foolish ass chaos. Good fuckin’ day. Sissy, I love you. Call me later.”
Zia smiled as her sister parted through the crowd to go find her man before returning her attention to Saadiq. “Guess she told us, huh?”
“Yeah, she did, but she was ‘bout to get you and ole’ boy fucked up. Y’all play too damn much. Come on, you wanna dance, yo’ sexy ass can dance with me.” Saadiq offered as he led her out onto the dance floor.
“No, you play too much. And you were the one who was about to get fucked up because if I didn’t love your ass, I would’ve accepted that nigga’s hand and kept it moving. Hell, you the one who left me, then got the nerve to come up in this muthafucka actin’ crazy.” Zia chuckled as Saadiq spun her into his arms and led her in a one-two step.
“Bodies woulda been every fucking where, too. And after, I woulda tossed yo’ ass over my shoulder and took yo’ ass to mycrib where you belong. You damn right I came in here on some ready for war typa shit.” Saadiq captured her lips in a kiss. “You lucky I ain’t come up in here with my baby in my hand ready to empty my clip in that nigga. And any other nigga who thought they was ‘bout to slip and slide up in my pussy tonight. That’s my pussy between ya thighs. I’m the only nigga’s face and dick who gon’ be diving in all that good shit.”
