Page 32 of All The Smoke
“I bet you not mothafucka.” He chuckled and snatched his controller from the table. “Let me finish taking your money, then we can bounce.”
Laughing, I grabbed my own controller and got back into the video game, ready to be a couple of thousand dollars richer then go be in Kaori’s fine ass face. A nigga was a little elated knowingI was about to see her fine ass again because I ain’t like having to stalk her ass. I mainly checked her page out to see if she was still with the nigga I had seen her with at The Cineplex but ended up going down a rabbit hole looking at her pictures and videos.
She was so fucking pretty without even trying. I wasn’t even into skincare shit or food reaction videos, but I was completely intrigued by hers. She was always trying new foods and recording her reactions and I was locked in. Lowkey, stalking her social media told me a lot about her that I didn’t know.
The color red was incorporated in every picture and video in some kind of way so I assumed that was her favorite color. I’d been watching her story for a whole week and she’d eaten at Leonardo’s four out those seven days so that was clearly a favorite of hers and she was a fucking pot head. She posted a video of herself burning every night too. I had to fight the urge to write her and ask who the fuck was serving her because I wanted to be the only one supplying her ass with everything. It was completely out of the norm for me, but I couldn’t help the shit. I wanted her.
Me and my niggas chilled for another two hours before Bino finally gave in and paid up. I whooped his ass five games straight, winning a total of five bands because he didn’t know how to stop and he ended up paying Scoot fifteen hundred because they were side betting. Bino was good at the game and taking other people’s money on the shit, just not mine. We both played, him more than me, I was just naturally better at the shit.
Since we were at my crib I showered and changed before we headed out to the little game night shit. I was impressed when we pulled up to The Millennium condos. It was fitting for Kaori. She looked like the kind of woman with her shit together that would live like that. She was literally perfection.
Grabbing the bookbag with my weed and a bottle, I followed my boys to the door. They must’ve called ahead to let themknow we were coming because we were able to walk past the receptionist desk and go straight to her place. When we got to the door we were immediately met by a sweet scent I assumed came from that candle burning right by the door.
“Brothers!” Kaori sang when she noticed Bino and Scoot, then ran over to them with open arms. I tried to fight it but was unsuccessful keeping the jealousy I felt at bay. I wanted her to be on my body as soon as I hit the door, not these niggas. “Y’all have to take entry shots,” she said, handing the two of them small cups.
“They the only ones you see?” I asked.
Smirking, she sashayed her fine ass in my direction and wrapped one of her arms around my waist, giving me a weak ass hug. “Of course not. Hi, Solomon Sr.”
“Solomon Sr.?” Scoot snickered. “You gotta chill on the governments, sis.”
“Those are your God given names.” She smiled and grabbed me a shot too, which I tossed back then tossed the cup in the small trashcan next to the table.
“Man, quit playing and give me a real hug,” I said, collapsing her small frame against mine and leaning down so my mouth was close to her ear. “Done tasted every one of your body parts and you tryna play me with that church hug.”
Her body shuddered and she cleared her throat as she pushed away to create space between us.
“U-um, th-there’s food over there if you’re hungry.” She pointed toward the bar. “And drinks.”
Bino and Scoot immediately walked in the direction she pointed with their greedy asses while I went to the living room to take a seat so I could roll up.
“Hi, Smoke,” a chick named Vedra said. I knew her from high school along with a couple of other chicks there.
“What’s up, y’all?”
“I know we’re about to smoke good now,” Gwen, another one of the chicks, said. “You always have the good shit, Smoke.”
“Keep some gas.” I smirked. “But you know ain’t shit free over here, love.”
Gwen was definitely a blunt monkey. Whenever we were out she was the first one to run over with her fucking hands out. Bino and Scoot were way friendlier with their shit than me. I was about my bread, so if you wanted a blunt from me you had to pay for the shit. My baby wanted new shit every day so I was gon’ get the bread by any means necessary.
“Come on, Smoke, it’s a party.”
“What that mean? It ain’t my party and I ain’t agree to supply the party favors.”
She sucked her teeth and sat back in her chair. “You’re so stingy.”
“Can’t call me broke though.” I grinned then looked in Kaori’s direction. “Come here, baby girl, let’s talk.”
“Talk about what, Solomon?”
“For starters, didn’t I tell you to call me Smoke?”
“I don’t want to call you what everyone else calls you.”
“Oh, you want to be different?” I asked as I lit my blunt.
“Correction, I am different,” she replied, taking the blunt from my hands and hitting it herself. Shit was so sexy to see her take a long slow pull. Hell, everything about her was sexy.
