Page 53 of Not A Homie, Lover Or Friend
My eyes landed on the big ass rock Chevy put on Zaria’s finger. It screamed I’m married as fuck. Meanwhile, I was married and didn’t have one. Zaria patted her hips as she slowly rolled in a circle. “Yes. They’re jamming in here,” she said to Harvey.
Sasha came to me, grabbing my hand, moving it from side to side, pulling me toward them. With the day I had, I needed to loosen up, but it seemed so hard when I knew my brother hated me, and so did his girl. I let go and began dancing. My eyes landed on Harvey, who was giggling with my mother. I wanted to talk to her, so I danced my way toward her when I felt my hand being pulled. It was Yana, but her back was facing me.
An elderly man, who appeared to be in his sixties, stood before her. He wore a cheap Hawaiian-style button-up with a pair of dark jeans and cowboy boots. When he smiled at her, he was missing a few teeth. The more he talked to her, the harder she squeezed my hand. The laugh that escaped me was insane.
His drunk ass leaned forward, closer to her face. Yana damn near head butt me as her head flew back. “Can I buy you ladies a drink?” he said to her.
“It’s seven of us. If you can’t afford it, then no,” Yana spat.
“I can buy you two one.” He pointed at me and her.
“I said seven, so no,” Yana said as she finally turned my way, hugging me like I was Diamond. “He’s so ugly,” she whined as I laughed.
My mother, Harvey and Zaria were now at the bar while Navi and Sasha were still dancing. I glanced at Yana, who was holding onto me for dear life. “Yana, let’s go to the bar.”
She nodded. I held onto her hand as I made my way through the crowd. When I reached the bar, I took the seat next to Harvey. She bobbed her head to the music, ignoring me. “Harvey,” I said in her ear.
She turned toward me, but said nothing. “I’m sorry, ok. I’m sorry I acted that way. I know you love my brother, and he loves you to death. I really want us to get along,” I told her.
She smiled. “That’s the thing, it was never me not getting along with you. It was you who didn’t like me. I accept your apology. I will always keep it cute, for Myles, but that’s it,” she finished and turned around.
I didn’t have any words. I didn’t know what else to say. I wasn’t expecting her to kiss my ass, but I thought at least a hug would do. I was ready to go. I pulled out my phone to text Fua. I would have much rather been with him. “Girl, put that damn phone up and have some fun,” my mom said, standing in front of me, dancing.
When I glanced up at her, she was shining. She was in her happy place and something about that made me happy. She took my hand and lifted it as she swayed to the music. My attention was directed to the fine ass man who walked up to the bar. He gave big dick energy. His low-cut Cesar was salt and pepper, along with a beard that said he kept himself up. The way he dressed wasn’t like the other men in here. He wore a black T-shirt that showcased his caramel skin, the shirt neatly tucked into black slacks, and completed his outfit with black flats. He held thick gold chains around his neck, and the smell that came from him was definitely a panty dropper.
I watched as he handed the bartender a few bills before he leaned down and said something in Zaria’s ear. She held up herhand showing her wedding ring. He stood beside her, eyeing her. The way his eyes gazed over her body, he wanted her. I saw his mouth moving, but I couldn’t tell what he was saying. Before I knew it, the bartender lined up a bunch of shot glasses, pouring liquor in them, “Drink on, Mister.”
“Mister?” Harvey said.
“Yes, he’s the owner,” the bartender pointed to the older man talking to Zaria.
He took Zaria’s hand and led her to the dance floor. “Woo shit!Ok, Mister!” my mom shouted.
“Chevy is going to kill him,” Harvey mumbled.
My mother waved her off. “That baby is having fun. She knows who her man is. She isn’t doing anything; leave her the hell alone. Gone head, Zaria, work his ass!” my mom said.
Harvey sipped on her drink. “Ms. Denna, you don’t know my brother Chevy like I do. He probably smells that nigga way at home,” I heard her say.
It must have been a Zoo thing. The men are so protective of their women. Now it further explained why Foe was the way he was for Harvey and why Monfua felt like he needed to off Kirk.Was I now considered a Zoo baby because of it?
I glanced back at my phone to see if Fua had texted back. I was ready to see my man.
FOE
After leaving Lakia, I needed to calm down. The more I let everything she said register, the angrier I became. I decided to chill with my pops, hoping that would calm a nigga down some. I could lie, vibing out with him and shooting the shit, made me feel like a void had been filled.
I put him up on game about the shit with my sister, and just as I expected, he tried telling me I needed to forgive her, but didn’t have to forget. To forgive her but not necessarily give her access to me like she had before. I didn’t know if it was that easy for me. Lakia played me for two years. She chose to take from me to give to a nigga, rather than get on her own. She would rather pay for love at the expense of someone, and that was me.
The sounds of Peace and Savior crying started to get on a niggas nerve. “Damn, Chev, you got control of your boys or not? Zaria has left your ass with the demon twins.”
He cut his eyes at me, “Fuck you nigga,” he said as he held each one of them in his arms.
Diamond rocked Love in the baby chair, “That’s why I named her Love because she’s an angel.”
“Angel in disguise. Nigga you’re going to regret spoiling her like that,” Zu said to him.
“Nigga my daughter, my problem. I got some hot hands for those little bad ass niggas that think they’re going to step to Love Blanco.”
