Page 25 of All The Smoke
After twisting up, I went over to crack the bedroom window before plopping down on the bed and firing up my blunt. I didn’t know if smoking was permitted or not, but I knew Bernard or Elijah wouldn’t trip too hard. Plus, I opened the window and had some spray to use once I was done. I just needed a moment to myself to get damn high.
“Fuck you doing in my shit?” I heard from behind me. “Party outside, not in here.”
As I turned around, I replied, “I’m sorry, I j—Solomon Sr.?”
“I prefer Smoke.” His sexy ass smirked. “But it’s me in the flesh, beautiful.”
My pussy clenched immediately when I noticed the craters in his cheeks along with the diamond grills covering his pretty teeth.
“Fuck you doing in here, baby? Hell, what you doing over this bitch, period? You fuck with one of my niggas? If so, that’ll break my heart.”
“Huh…wh-what?” My brows furrowed. “N-no.” I shook my head. “I’m with Mo.”
His handsome face twisted into a frown. “Who?”
“Mo,” I repeated. “Morgan. My best friend.” I felt inclined to explain that to him because I didn’t want him to think I was with a man named Mo.But why?
“Oh, word.” He nodded, taking the bag he had over his shoulders off and tossing it on the bed. “That answers part of my question, but what about the rest?”
“I-I don’t know who your niggas are.”
“The only two other niggas that’s here, baby,” he replied with a chuckle. “Unless they ain’t told me they got other niggas over here.”
“Elijah and Bernard?”
“Scoot and Bino,” he responded, using their childhood nicknames. “But you gotta know them niggas on a personal level if you calling them that shit.”
Nodding, I let him know, “I’ve known them since we were kids. They’re like my brothers.”
“Hm.” He nodded, going into one of the drawers and pulling out a pound of weed. “Why I ain’t ever seen you then? I been fucking with them since we were little as shit.”
“I changed schools before we went to middle school,” I replied. “My parents didn’t want me in public schools anymore.”
“Word, so you one of them bougie bitches then?” he quizzed as he broke his weed down on the dresser.
“No nigga because I’m not a bitch.” I rolled my eyes.
I wasn’t one of those women okay with the reference, no matter who was saying it or how they were using the word. My father taught me at a young age to demand respect from everyone, especially these niggas. I had lost my way some with Jamal but made a vow to never allow that to happen again.
“My bad, baby, I don’t mean no harm.” He smiled. “That’s just how I talk.”
“Then you need to find a new way to talk to me.”
“Anyway, you look good,” he complimented. “I done seen three different versions of you so far and you looked good each and every time.”
Blushing like a schoolgirl, I tore my eyes from him and dropped my head while mumbling a barely audible thank you. I didn’t know if it was the weed, the shots, or hell, the combination, but the room was getting hot and I could barely sit still. The scent of his cologne drove me crazy as well as the way he licked the blunt he was twisting up. I hadn’t ever wanted to be a cigar so bad in my damn life.
“Don’t look at me like that, baby,” he said, causing me to tear my eyes from the blunt in his hand. “I fuck real good and tap my gun on windows, love.”
“Wh-what?” I stammered. He caught me completely off guard with that.
“The way you looking at me, boo. I’m letting you know this ain’t what you want. I’ll fuck ya whole world up.”
I was a little embarrassed I had gotten caught so I tried to play it off.
“Nigga, please. I was caught up thinking about something.”
The corners of his mouth turned up as he smirked sexily at me. “Yeah, I bet you were.”
