Page 36 of Sugar Baby
“Of course, pussy cat. And don’t sike yourself out. I know you think the only thing they want are them dry ass butter cookies, but they might surprise you.”
I could tell she wasn’t expecting me to say what I said by how her face covered with shock before she laughed, but I really didn’t give a fuck. Them cookies were dry as hell and what she created was so much better—and I wasn’t saying that just because she was my woman either. Some people seemed like they were allergic to change or trying something new, and unfortunately, that was the case in her hood.
“I never wanted to say that because I didn’t want to sound like a hater,” she said after she finished laughing, “but those cookies do be dry as hell.”
“What cookies?” Tyreek asked, and before she could answer I asked him . . .
“What the hell yo’ young ass doing here? I thought you went home with your parents?”
He worked at the dispensary three days out of the week now and helped his mom at her catering gigs over the weekend. Like he said he would, he was no longer friends with Rell and Brandon, and I definitely saw the difference it had made in his attitude.
Tyreek sucked his teeth. “I’on know why. I ain’t old like them, so of course I stayed.”
Sugar Baby rolled her eyes and shook her head. “You better not be drinking, Tyreek. You are not old enough for that.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he mumbled, walking toward the kitchen.
“Don’t make me have to smell your breath!” she yelled behind him, and I laughed because I knew she really would. “That boy loves to stress me out.”
“I love the way you love him. He needs that, and I know you do too.”
Her eyes returned to mine as she smiled. “Yeah, we both do. He makes me feel like I can handle having a son, but I also want a daughter. I think she’d be easier to handle.”
“Maybe for you but definitely not for me. You think I’m hard on these niggas because of my money . . . imagine how I’d come behind you and our daughter.”
“Oh God. I hadn’t even thought about that. Maybe we do need to have sons.”
She laughed as we walked over to where Rhakeem and Tyreek were standing talking. Her slightly sniffing his cup made me cover my laughter with a cough as I covered my mouth with my fist. This girl was crazy, and I could no longer deny that I’d fallen in love with her.
Sugar Baby wasn’t reallya drinker. She preferred weed. So when she did drink, it was always an entertaining experience. We’d come to the country for our date night. What started as innocent line dancing turned into her drinking moonshine and getting fucked in the back of my car. All was well until I noticed a few of Sko’s niggas eyeing me. I wasn’t scared at all, but I knew if shit popped off tonight, it was too open of a space for those around us to be safe.
Last me and Sko talked, we were in agreement that he still owed me for the product that was stolen whether he got it or not. He might not have liked that, but he respected it and agreed. To show him that I was a fair businessman, Iagreed to give him a deal on his next delivery if he continued to shop with me.
I wasn’t sure what he was telling his team, though, because a quiet and agreeable man behind closed doors could talk major shit once he was out of them. To be safe, I decided to end our night prematurely and get my lil pussy cat home. The last thing I needed was for some shit to pop off while she was drunk and have to worry about her limited capabilities and dealing with the opps at the same damn time.
“Let’s go,” I said, gripping her hand.
“Awww, already?” she replied with a smile. Her movements swayed as she leaned against me.
“Yeah.”
“I’m not ready to go home yet,” she whined.
“I’ma take you somewhere you can still enjoy yourself. We just gotta leave here.”
“Kay, cool.”
After putting her in the passenger seat of my Challenger, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Without turning to look, I casually went in her purse and grabbed her .380. Wrapping her hand around it, I told her, “The car is bulletproof.”
“Huh?” Confusion covered her face as I leaned forward and kissed her.
“I love you,” I confessed for the first time. If I was going to die tonight, I wouldn’t do it until I let her know that. I could be cocky and assume she knew I loved her based on how I treated her, but I needed to make sure she heard it from me.
She smiled, completely oblivious. “I love you.”
After closing the door, I locked and stepped away from it. Sure enough, his men had followed us.
“You niggas must got a death wish following me while I’m with my ol’ lady.”
