Page 13 of Certified Pressure 3
She jumped up quick, holdin’ onto me with a smile wide enough to light up the whole mall. “Pressure, I’m already set. I don’t need nothin’ else.”
“You don’t, but you gettin’ it anyway.”
We spent another hour runnin’ through stores until the associates was followin’ us like bodyguards, haulin’ all the bags. Kash kept kissin’ my cheek, whisperin’ I was spoilin’ her too much, but I ain’t see it that way. She was mine right now, and I wanted her to feel it.
By the time we walked out, valet had my car waitin’, trunk already open for the bags. Kashmere slid into the seat, still laughin’, and glowin’, like she couldn’t believe what just happened.
Back at the mansion, she damn near skipped toward the elevator with her bags, disappearin’ into my bedroom. I rolled up, lettin’ the smoke curl around me while I leaned back, but before I could even hit it twice, my phone rang again. This time it was Renza.
“Nigga, where the fuck you been?”
I chuckled. “Man, cut that shit. Where you at? I’mma pull up.”
He dropped the location, and I told him I was on my way.
Then I told Kashmere, “I’mma get up with my cousin real quick. I’ll be back later.”
She was too busy pullin’ heels out the boxes and hangin’ purses on the racks to even look up. She just waved her hand. “Go ahead, baby. I’ll be right here.”
I kissed her lips, grabbed my keys, and headed out. I switched cars, slid into somethin’ low and foreign, and hit the road.
The city lights blurred past while my mind drifted to Kay’Lo. That nigga had been MIA too long, and that shit wasn’t sittin’ right with me. I called him, and after a few rings he finally picked up.
“Where the fuck you been at, Lo?” I asked, frownin’.
His voice came through smooth. “Outta town. I’ll be back in a day or two.”
“Outta town doin’ what, nigga?” I pressed.
He paused. “Nigga, just like you got your business, I got mine. Worry ‘bout you, I’mma worry ‘bout me.”
I shook my head, grippin’ the wheel. “Nigga, fuck you.”
Kay’Lo laughed. “We’ll link when I’m back. Chill.”
“Bet,” I said, hangin’ up, but my mind was still movin’. That nigga was hidin’ somethin’, I could feel it.
I sped down the highway, smoke still sittin’ on my tongue, wonderin’ what the fuck Kay’Lo really had goin’ on.
Drahma Town
Tonight, me, Renza and Blaqson was chillin’ at one of the top strip clubs in Drahma Town, where the money never stopped movin’ and the women knew who to dance for.
We had one of the VIP sections tucked off on the second floor, glass walls lettin’ us look down on the stage while the dancers moved under the lights. The music was boomin’, bass hittin’ the walls like the whole buildin’ was breathin’ with it. Bottles was sittin’ on ice all around us, top-shelf shit only, champagne poppin’, and cognac poured heavy. Smoke hung in the air, thick from the blunt I had burnin’ between my fingers, the Crown Gas I kept rolled just for nights like this.
I leaned back against the leather seat, blowin’ out a long cloud, watchin’ it curl up toward the lights while Blaqson and Renza went back and forth laughin’ about somethin’ stupid. For a minute, I let myself just zone out. Nights like this was supposed to feel easy. Money, liquor, smoke, women all over the place, should’ve been enough to clear my head. But even with all that around me, my mind was still locked on Pluto and the way she dropped that bomb on me right after I sent her packin’.
I tapped the ash into the tray and finally said, “Man… Pluto told me she pregnant.”
Both of ‘em stopped mid-laugh. Renza tilted his glass back, his brows raisin’.
“She told me that shit as soon as I slid the rock on Kash’s finger.”
Blaqson sucked his teeth and shook his head slow.
“Ain’t nothin’ but game, cuz,” Blaqson said, reachin’ for his own blunt.
“Nah,” I said quick, sittin’ forward a lil’. “I don’t believe she would lie ‘bout that shit.”
