Page 78 of All The Smoke
“You know who Ice and K-Dot are?” Her eyes grew to the size of golf balls. I knew even she had heard their names, especially with my grandmother attending their church. “Ask around about who their daughter is.”
I knew full well she couldn’t ask just anyone and get that answer but she would if she asked therightpeople. I was done talking and listening, so I loaded into my car, started it, and backed out, not caring if her ass had gotten out of the way. She had me fucked up.
Zooming out of the parking lot, I sped all the way to Solomon. He told me he was at his trap spot when I texted him earlier so he was in Crescent Pointe.
Pulling into the driveway, I noticed him standing on the porch smoking a blunt. Only that wasn’t all he was doing. He was there engaged in conversation with a barely-clothed bitch showing all thirty two of his teeth. His ass didn’t flinch seeing me pull up. Wasting no time, I threw my car in park, killed the engine, and rushed onto the porch where I bumped the girl he was talking to on purpose.
“Man, what you on?” He grinned, clearly high as a kite.
“No, what are you on?” I countered, getting up on my tiptoes and puckering up for a kiss, which he gave.
“You ate and shit?”
“Lunch,” I answered, turning to face the girl still standing there. “Do you need something?”
“Oh, um, we were just talking.”
“About what?”
“Smoke and I went to school together.”
“What, ten, fifteen years ago?”
Her brows dipped. “Well, yeah.”
“Oh, okay, well, conversation over.”
He chuckled and wrapped me in his arms, kissing my temple. “Chill, man.”
“I’m chilling. We need to talk and she needs to leave.”
“I’ll just go,” she said.
“Oh, funny, I just said that.” I smiled. “Well, bye.”
She looked between the two of us, obviously wanting Solomon to say something back, but I hoped for both of their sake they didn’t play with me because I was already on one.
Solomon finally spoke. “Mercedes, gon’ head. You know how to reach me if y’all need more.”
We didn’t wait for her to respond before I took him by the hand and led him inside, closing the door behind us. He was wrapped around me the entire walk back to the room that belonged to him, kissing on my face and neck as he caressed my belly. He swore there was a bump now, but my stomach was still flat in my opinion. Maybe no longer washboard abs, but flat, nonetheless.
“Why you pushing up over here pressing my sales?” he asked once I plopped down on the bed.
“Why are you having frivolous conversation?”
“I’m not.” He grinned, placing both hands on each side of me, getting extremely close to my face. I could smell the mint on his breath from the gum in his mouth. “She was telling me some shit Scoot had done and it sparked a little small talk. Completely innocent.”
“Completely unnecessary.” I rolled my eyes. “But anyways, what have you been doing?”
“Making money and shit so I can afford to take you on a date.”
“Negro, please.” I smiled, accepting the kiss he was trying to place on my lips. “I can definitely go for a steak, so maybe Diablo’s soon. On me.”
“Diablo’s sounds like a go, and I want you to get fine as fuck when we go too. So I can show you off and shit, make the other mothafuckas in there jealous.”
“You think I’m that pretty, huh?” I blushed, lying back on the bed since he was pushing me.
The butterflies swimming in my belly were going ballistic. They always did when I was with him. I liked him so much that it scared me. I was afraid to really tell him how much because I didn’t want to scare him away thinking I was moving too fast, but I couldn’t help it sometimes. He made it impossible not to fall for his sexy ass.
