Page 4 of The Road to You
“Get the fuck out of my house before I get on demon time with you. You’re going to need to throw salt over your shoulder after I get done with your ass,” she warned. “Don’t make me have to tell you again, black boy.”
I stopped fucking with her. When she called me black boy, that meant that the jokes were over. I shared my father’s deep,dark-chocolate skin tone. “I’m out, Ma. Let me know when I can come pick up my pie.”
Her mean ass didn’t even respond. She just waved me off. I still walked over and kissed her cheek before I left. I needed to go home to take a nap. I would need one if I planned to get up with my overly active brothers tonight.
Gloria’s Kitchen…
Annoyed wasn’t the word I wanted to use to express how I felt in the moment. Vexed was more appropriate. One thing my brothers loved was getting a reaction out of me. When I walked into the restaurant, I wanted to immediately walk back out. My brothers neglected to tell me that we would be dining with guests of the female variety. That wasn’t the overall problem. The problem was who they chose to have with them.
“Hey, Euri,” Cece greeted as soon as her eyes landed on me. She was a chick that I used to fuck with off and on for a little second. The pussy was cool, mouth better, but her attitude left much to be desired. I didn’t like rude, unruly ass females. Any woman who intentionally drew attention to herself using her bad attributes, I didn’t want in my space.
The only seat available at the table was the one next to her. I could tell by the smirks on my brothers faces and the other bitches around the table that the seating arrangement was intentional. Well, they had me fucked up. I took the chair and moved it to the other end of the table to sit on the end. “What’s up, Cece?”
“Damn, it’s that serious that you can’t sit next to my homegirl?” One of her big-neck, bucked-back, turnip-green-smelling friends asked. The whole crew was the pass-aroundtype of females that had to go in for pussy rejuvenations every six months because kegels just weren’t enough to tighten their endless tunnel pussies up.
My head slowly swiveled in her direction. “How’d that last rejuvenation go? I heard from the fellas that they’re starting not to take like they used to.”
I got my sharp tongue honestly. I didn’t like people who fucked with me, because I tried my very best not to fuck with others. My attention shifted to Aaron, who sucked his teeth.
“Man, you ain’t have to go there,” he said. “She probably just needs to find a new spa or some shit.”But I’m called the asshole of the brothers.
Cece giggled like their asses weren’t on a buy two, get one free Groupon for those shits. At that point, I wanted to order my food, eat, then get the hell on. In the morning, I wanted to go to UNCC and CPCC to speak with my old professors to let them know I would be having some opportunities available for their students.
“Hey, y’all. My name is Bruqlyn. What can I start you all off with to drink?” A soft voice came from my side.
Damn!Bruqlyn was fine as hell. Her hair sat on top of her head in a bun. She had a small frame, but from what I could see from how she stood, she had a little plump ass. I was considered a big nigga because of my build, height, and the fact that I worked out daily.
“Damn, take a picture. It might last longer, nigga,” Cece quipped. “Yeah, you can get me an Arnold Palmer and a water.”
The rest of the table gave her their drink orders. I was the last one. “Yeah, let me get a lemonade and water, sweetheart.”
Her cheeks rose with her smile. “I can do that for you, handsome. I’ll be back with y’all drinks in a minute and some cornbread.”
Yeah, that ass is nice.I didn’t take my eyes off her until she was out of sight. “Aye, you know her?” I asked my brothers. I didn’t go in here a lot, but they practically lived here. I ordered and had it delivered often, but I wasn’t a fan of sitting in restaurants.
“Oh my God! You’re really asking about that bum bitch. Her ass works here and the grocery store on Park Road in the deli. Fuckin’ bum,” Cece said with a turned-up lip.
I was caught between disbelief and irritation at her bold ass nerve. “My bad, Cece. Remind me where you worked again.” I clapped my hands once. “Wait, you just braid hair here and there and strip to keep money in your pocket, but stay below the income bracket so you don’t lose your government benefits.”
Cece had two kids. I wouldn’t call her a bad mother, but she made questionable decisions that could make one believe otherwise. She did have a gift of braiding hair, but her customer service sucked ass better than she did. She had a reputation for taking deposits, canceling, and not returning the deposit. If she did make it to the appointment, her ass was late, stayed on the phone, stopped multiple times, and on multiple occasions, had someone come to her little suite to fight her over a nigga. Customers weren’t feeling that shit at all.
Her bright face reddened. Yeah, if she knew what I did, she would shut the fuck up. I didn’t give a damn if ole girl worked four jobs. That told me that she was out here doing something for herself.
Moments later, Bruqlyn returned with a large tray of drinks and bread. She passed out the drinks with a smile. I could tell she felt Cece and her homegirl’s eyes on her. I appreciated that she kept it cute. “Are y’all ready to order, or do you need more time?”
“If we were ready to order, then we would tell you that. Don’t rush us.” Cece loved to bark, but I’d seen her get mauled a few times because that bark was all she had.
Bruqlyn glared at her for a beat before she let out a light chuckle. “Not too much, chick-a-dee. It’s not on the menu, but I don’t mind giving you these hands as a complimentary dessert.”
“Oh, shit!” Derrick put his fist to his mouth. “Lil’ mama with the shits. Cece, you know your favorite pastime is getting beat the fuck up. I would chill.”
That was worth laughing at to the point that Bruqlyn giggled before she told us that she would be back to take our orders. My brothers and I talked about random shit. I wanted to tell them about the contract that I signed, but I knew better than to talk about cheese around rats. The girls talked shit about Bruqlyn. When she came back, we gave her our orders, and she said that she would have them out.
Like she said, our food came out shortly, and she refilled our drinks. The entire time, she kept a smile on her face. She smelled good when she excused herself to lean over me to grab my cup. “You smell good,” I absentmindedly said.
I saw the smirk when she stood to her full height. “Thank you. You smell good yourself. I’m going to let y’all eat and come check on y’all a little later.”
We ate and had light conversation. My conversation stayed focused with my brothers. I wasn’t sure why they told these chicks to come. When Bruqlyn came back to ask how we wanted the checks, my brothers didn’t even pay for the bitches’ food. That shit was tragic.
