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January 11 - January 14, 2025
“What are you, my personal hitta now?” I smiled up at him, becoming more comfortable with looking this Greek god of a man in the eyes. “I can be.” His eyes cascaded from my face down my body and back up. “I’m dead ass though. Next time you need a nigga handled, I don’t care if it’s for him looking at you disrespectfully, hit me. Or, shit, just hit me.”
“Protective bestie,” he said, causing me to crack up as he backed away.
I thought about Anastazia.
Anastazia was the more laid-back, observant type.
“What she think and what we are, are two different things, bruh.”
“But I don’t play no roles, love. I live in the shit, show other muthafuckas how it’s done. That was supposed to be my baby anyway.”
“Nah, he a coward. And I can tell you right now he not willing to do what I am for you.” His eye contact was so strong I had to glance away here and there. “He don’t even have the ability to.”
“But the only way he or any other nigga is gon’ get a chance to wear you down is if they go through me, and I ain’t met a nigga yet willing to do that,” he stated seriously.
“Do I get a blingy chain?” We chuckled in unison before he responded, “Nah, you can wear mine when you earn it.”
“So depending on if she fucks with you or not, then that’s how much you’ll fuck with me.”
“If she wants you, then you won’t mess with me anymore, but if she doesn’t, then you will,” she rephrased dryly.
“As much as this may sound like game or bullshit, Anastazia, from the day we made eye contact in my brother’s office, I thought about you at least once a day. Never forgot your face, your name, your voice.
’Cause any nigga who called himself becoming besties with Anastazia Chase, I was gon’ have to pay him a visit, and no muthafucka with a working brain wanted a visit from me.
Only Anastazia could have a street nigga bringing his lunch like he worked a fucking desk job.
“Don’t walk past me without some type of greeting, Anastazia.” He trailed me, and I felt like he was looking at my ass.
I don’t wanna give you any free space or time to spend on another nigga. I don’t give a fuck if it’s ten minutes, I want it.”
My favorite is that as soft and womanly as you are, you strong. You don’t sit up and whine about shit. You either deal or handle it.”
He was smart, perceptive, thoughtful, respectful, and focused. He might’ve been very suspicious of people, but I was sure something had happened to make him that way.
“I know you got a lot on ya plate—me, too, though not as much—but just save a little room this. For us.
“I’m only gon’ say this once, nigga. I’m interested in Anastazia. I like her. I want her. I’m gon’ pursue her. I am pursuing her. She off-fucking-limits. That’s me, and if you so much as open a fucking door for her, it’s gon’ be the last time you use yo’ fucking hands for anything.
The more we were around each other, the more I began to develop feelings for him and didn’t wanna be friends like I’d initially claimed.
“The books gotta get the shit from somewhere, love. Art imitates life.”
“To be honest, I’ve never done shit like this before. But you special to a nigga and you deserve it. As fucked up as it may sound, I’m happy to be the first nigga to give you something like this.”
I want ya loyalty, of course, but I want you to put ya feet up for once. Relax and let a nigga put his neck on the line for you. You understand?”
“South Memphis Rugrat” played in the big ass backyard of my parents’ place as the party had wound down.
“Baby, I’m a man. My dick be hard just ’cause it’s Tuesday. Don’t flatter yaself.”
“Anyway, you just gon’ let mini grandma take your man?” Bianni inquired, which I found odd considering she was older
Usually, I would completely smash this burger, but I didn’t want to completely fill up because I’d decided that I was fucking this nigga and tonight. He was intelligent, so emotionally mature, so fine, so aware, and I just couldn’t hold out any longer.
I don’t like being so fucking separate. You ain’t gotta move in, but sleep here sometimes.”
You too good of a woman to not have a nigga handling shit for you.” Turning me onto my back, he looked down into my face, beautiful eyes sparking like the warm fire. “I plan to be here with you forever, but if a nigga does leave this earth prematurely, it’s gon’ be impossible for another nigga to step to you, let alone impress you.”
“I wouldn’t even let yo’ poor hygiene having ass make me a plate at a cookout, and you think I’d fuck you?”
“Don’t offer me that pungent shit no more. It’s insulting, and muthafuckas don’t insult me and live to tell about it.”
“How did Asif convince President of the Condom Committee to let him smash raw?”
“God blessed me with these hands, so I ain’t above putting ’em on a nigga in the name of the Lord. Amen?”
“Ya’ll have a blessed evening.” “You too. Bitch ass nigga,” I stated as he walked off.
You older, but I’m big dog, nigga. You a muthafuckin’ pup to me, cuz, and don’t make me remind me of you of that shit.”
“You ain’t even got a job, fuck is you doing?” I joked. Chuckling, he said, “You don’t know what the fuck I got going on, boy.”
When she told me to cut off my roster, I did that shit with no hesitation. The right woman ain’t gon’ have to make much of a fucking peep to get the right nigga to do what he s’posed to.”
“I’m her only nigga, muthafucka,” I couldn’t help but to shout out.
“Can’t compete where you don’t compare, nigga.” I smirked
His words were cut off when I popped him in the mouth before saying, “Don’t interrupt me while I’m talking, boy.” He was so shocked he didn’t respond.
It’s Asif popping him in the mouth lmaooo
Like I told you from day one, no other nigga would be willing to go to war for you like me, and if he did, I promise I would be the last muthafucka standing.”
don’t just talk; I walk that shit too. So I can show you that shit better than I can tell you.” I kissed her hand that was cupped in mine. “Always remember, you rare, and I’m lucky.”
