Page 68 of Out of Bounds
“Oh, yeah?” I nodded and rubbed my chin.
“Yep. Koya just hit me and said her, Sai, and Jream in the sunroom drinking wine.”
“Well, shit… we headed to yo’ crib then.”
“Nigga,yousaid we was going golfing when this shit was over.”
“That was before you said Masai was at yo’ crib. Now we ’bout to go pull up on them.”
“You do realize Masai’s got a boyfriend?” he tossed out. I guess he thought that meant something to me, but it didn’t. Masai wasn’t in no fucking relationship. She and that nigga were wasting each other’s time.
“Nawl, he not. He’s her friend.”
“Friend, my ass.” Deuce chuckled. “That friend been doinga lotof wining and dining.”
“Masai ain’t impressed by that shit.”
“Aight.” He laughed.
A few weeks had passed since the night at the hotel, and from what my girls said, she and that nigga were still kicking it. He’d even been at the crib—never when my kids were there, but he had been over. They’d yet to meet him in person, and that’s all I cared about. Now, if she and this nigga just so happen to get serious, then we could discuss them meeting face-to-face. Until then, he was known as “mommy’s friend,” and if I had my way, that’s all he’d be.
When we pulled up to Deuce and Koya’s crib, Masai’s G-Wagon was parked behind Jream’s weak-ass Tesla. I purposely blocked her ass in. I was in a good mood, and fucking with Masai was about to make it even better.
“Koya!” Deuce yelled when we entered the house. “I didn’t sell you out!” the nigga snitched.
“You a bitch!” I hissed and pushed his ass out of the way.
Swaggering through their crib, I made my way to the sunroom where the three of them sat cackling. Masai was seated close to the window with her knees up to her chest and a half-empty wine glass resting in one of her hands. She took one look at me and laughed. “Where you coming from, looking goofy?” she asked. I could tell by how low her eyes were that her ass was tipsy as fuck.
A goofy was the last thing I looked like. I had on a pair of black chino pants and a white polo shirt shit; if anything, I was court appropriate. “Mediation,” I shared and plopped down beside her. Grabbing one of the pillows from behind me, I slouched down on the sofa and got comfortable.
“How’d it go?”
“Perfect…” I sang and leaned over to pluck the glass from her hand. I frowned after downing the warm wine. “This some weak shit.”
“It’s not for you, that’s why,” Koya fussed and snatched the glass from me.
“What kind of wine was that?”
“It wasn’t wine. It’s an Aperol spritzer,” Jream shared.
“Well, it was nasty as fuck. Where yo’ nigga at?”
“Home. Where you need to be.” She snaked her neck around.
“I’m right where I’m ’posed to be, ain’t I, Masai?” I queried and bit down on my bottom lip.
“I don’t know where you’re supposed to be.” She tittered. “I’m sure in my face isn’t the destination, though.”
Popping her on the thigh, I said, “Sure ’bout that?”
“Boy…” she drawled. Her ass was getting ready to say something else when her phone dinged. I could tell by the silly-ass grin on her face that it was a nigga.
“That’s yo’ nigga?”
“That’s yo’ baby mama?” she countered and cocked her head to the side.
I thumped her nose. “Don’t get fucked up, Masai Dolla.”
