Page 19 of Simply Complicated
Eight
“Wait a minute!” My other best friend, Nikki, stops me as we lunch at Shake Shack. She was born and raised in Anaheim, yet the way she acts, you would think she was born and raised in Bel-Air along with Savior and Ocean.
She’s the typical black Barbie, down to the perfect weave, perfect lip shade, and perfect car (a new Honda Accord). She’s a girl who’s never dated a black guy and her parents really don’t mind (I lowkey think they encourage her not to but that’s a different conversation).
We met at a hood party where she was the then-girlfriend of another guy. We struck up a conversation and have been close ever since. I like how different she is because she doesn’t try to be “white” nor does she play down her blackness. Take her or leave her as she is.
If Tasha is a hood booger, Nikki is the Hilary Banks of Anaheim. “He saw your snatch and he’s Savior’s brother!”
“Girl, did you just announce my business to all of L.A.?” I look around and I hope people are just oblivious to us. I do not need that shit on World Star.
“Oh, who cares about that!” She dismisses my humiliation. Thanks, bitch. “I can’t believe Savior didn’t tell you he had a brother!”
“Brothers, plural. I knew he did but I never seen any pictures of Ocean. Trust me, I’ve looked.” I defended my actions, though I don’t understand why I had to. I didn’t do anything wrong other than spreading wide for Ocean. Okay, that just sounds weird.
Nikki takes a bite of her cheeseburger and shakes her head. “Savior is going to kick your ass.”
“Why?” I defend myself. “Why would he kick my ass? I would think he would trust his brother on seeing my lovely of lovelies than some other doctor.”
“Keisha, Keisha…” Nikki shakes her head. She’s not quite a golddigger, but in the word’s of Kanye, she won’t date a broke nigga. “…you have so much to learn about men, sweetheart.”
I slowly chew a French fry and stare her down. Nikki has dated her fair share of basketball players, CEOs, and other executive types. I think she’s low-key happy and jealous I’m with Savior but she’s insistent on giving me advice on how to handle him when I still don’t know if he likes coffee or tea.
“Why would Savior be upset that Ocean saw my pum-pum?” And he gave me a breast exam. And he signed off on my birth control. And I just might see him on Saturday. Oh shit.
“You don’t get it. You belong to Savior. That’s it. It doesn’t matter if it’s “90 days” or not.” It seems Nikki isn’t buying the 90 days bullshit, neither. “You are his. You’re his woman.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” I clarify.
“Oh whatever,” Nikki rolls her eyes. “The moment he ate you out, you became his woman. He marked you and you both know it. He stuck his face down there – do you know how many men don’t want to do that and Savior willingly did it? He volunteered to eat you! That’s huge! He should buy you a better car for the privilege!” I gotta admire Nikki’s gold-digging hustle. If she thinks a girl is not getting the most buck for her bang, she’ll set them straight. She would make a great madam. “You showing your punani to Ocean is a no-no.”
“Well, technically speaking I didn’t just spread eagle and tell him, ‘Hey, you wanna see some brown sugar?’” I wiggle my eyebrows and Nikki busts up laughing. “I mean, how was I supposed to know Savior’s brother was going to be my gynecologist? Shit, I didn’t know! Had I known that, I would’ve scheduled with someone else!”
“Are you going to tell Savior?” She sips her chocolate shake. “He has to know about this.”
“For why?” I ask. “‘Hey, Savior. I got on birth control like you asked. By the way, your brother got a bird’s eye view of my yum-yum. Are you ready to fuck?’” I roll my eyes. “That’s not going to go over very well.”
“He has to know, Keisha. He’s not going to like you kept that from him. Imagine if his brother tells him first before you do?” Nikki mentions. “You don’t want that humiliation.”
The sad part is that Nikki’s right. But how do I tell him about this? I mean I’m not his girlfriend. Is it really going to make a difference that his brother saw my bald spot as he gave me a medical exam?
“Anyway, I’m here for an order. She takes out a folded piece of paper and slides it over to me. “It’s for my clientele.”
Nikki is a high-class drug dealer. Maybe she was inspired my daddy, I don’t know. She’s not the type of girl that looks like she could be a drug dealer, which why she’s able to get away with it as much as she does. And with Nikki’s high-maintenance ass, selling drugs might be the only way she can afford herself.
I grab the paper and open it. Nikki’s smart about her hustle and only uses street names for the drugs – White Girl, Beans, Bananas, and Bicycle Handle Bars. That, ladies and gentlemen, is code for cocaine, Oxycodone, Hydrocodone, and Xanax. And trust me, there are a lot more code words for those the DEA doesn’t even know about.
I slide the list back to Nikki. “The last three my daddy can give to you. The first one, you have to go through Jalen. My daddy doesn’t do that one.”
“Got it.” Nikki writes down a small note and tucks the note away. “So, what’s going on with you and Jalen? Assuming he’s no longer in the picture because of Savior?”
“Like he was firmly in the picture to begin with.” I roll my eyes. Lately, however, Jalen has been extra emotional as in he’s been texting me and calling me at random times. I went from being a convenient piece of ass to suddenly I’m top bitch? Not sure how I should feel about that. “Savior wants him gone.”
“Well, duh.” Nikki blinked. “Have you told Jalen about Savior?”
“And tell him what exactly?” I ask. “I’m seeing someone who won’t refer to me as his girlfriend but wants me to stop sleeping with Jalen because he doesn’t like to share?”
“It’s not like Jalen was going to propose marriage or make you a baby mama. Thank God neither took place.” Nikk does another eye roll. “He never appreciated you and only got with you because of who your dad is. If Prince wasn’t your daddy, Jalen would’ve never stepped to you. He’s wasting your time and worse yet, you both know he is. Drop him.”
