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“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.”
My jealous ass mind immediately went to wondering if she was hiding a nigga in there, and I knew right then me continuing to pretend I didn’t wanna be Anastazia’s second baby daddy wasn’t gon’ fucking last.
“I get you, but I wasn’t asking for permission or approval. I was letting you know. If that nigga wakes up and come knocking, it’s gon’ be the last time he knock on any fucking thing.”
Anastazia might not have been in the mood for a new nigga, but she was about to get one.
“How ’bout you walk off while you still can, nigga. ’Cause if I have to put hands on you, then I gotta shoot you, and I don’t think getting bodied is worth a woman you never gon’ have. But you let me know.”
“Why can’t I be looking for a man? After what I endured, I deserve it.” “Because when you start looking, yo’ eyes need to land on me.”
“So you ready to play step daddy?” “That’s already in a nigga’s blood. You forgot? I was put on earth to be a step daddy.” He smiled and I chortled, thinking of Lisara. “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.” “I didn’t know you when she was created.” I hated myself for cheesing at this shit he was laying down, but I couldn’t help it. “Now you do. You bet not have another fucking baby that ain’t carrying my DNA.”
“I’m gon’ put it to you like this though: Either you fucking with me or you single.” He shrugged subtly and nonchalantly.
“Then find you a nigga willing to go to war for you. But judging by ya track record, I doubt you can.”
“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.”
while I was a nigga who had a sexual appetite as large as the next muthafucka, I was also disciplined. My father taught me young that a man with no sexual discipline, when necessary, wasn’t a man at all.
When you were quiet, you left room for people to create their own stories about you.
“I want some of that free time, love.” “Some?” “I’ll share with Sophie, of course. But everything else, let me have it. 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.”
“You selfless, beautiful, you got ya own shit going, don’t seek attention wherever you go, but you definitely get it. You loyal, maybe even when you shouldn’t be. 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.”
“I know we friends, but I want you. Long as I ain’t making you uncomfortable, let me do me. A nigga can’t see something I want and be idle, baby. I’m a go-getter.”
“I’m yours and you been mine since you walked into that fucking office. When I thought you was happy, I was willing to suffer and be a homeboy or some shit but now that you free, love, I gotta do what I gotta do; go for what I want. I’m ready to lock you down, ice out that finger, put Sophie on a nigga’s taxes, and take care of you. When you ready, of course.”
Asif: That means you leaving that shit up to me then. Me: you just don’t like being told no, huh? Asif: A persistent man is a winning man, love.
“Aww shit!” Unique bellowed, fist to his mouth. “Asif don’ finally ran across a woman who got his little boxer briefs in a bunch!” “Nah, you mixing me up with yo’ ass.” I shook my head. “My briefs ain’t tight enough to be all up in my ass like yours.” Lequay, Bashar, and Shakur doubled over in laughter as the ladies tried to stifle theirs.
Me: You the only woman I would ever let pee on a nigga. Can I at least taste the pussy first? Baby girl: oh my gosh!
“Love Foreplay. Need Foreplay. A nigga invented foreplay.”
A lot of women hear strong, especially black women, and think it means you can weather a storm a nigga is about to throw yo’ way, but I wanna clarify that ain’t what I’m on at all. When I say you strong, I mean you not gon’ let a nigga slip, especially not now. You gon’ keep a nigga in line, and though I got my shit together, my mentality together, even the best niggas gotta be kept on track here and there.”
“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 only wanna complement shit, not complicate it. Aight?”
I’m even prouder that you got out. Many women stay and die by the hands of these horrible ass men, brushing shit off until they kill the whole household. Or they wait around for a knight in shining armor to do the work. Nothing wrong with that last one, but you didn’t do that. You had no one, and you got your ass out. You got some big balls, and any man
not scared of you right now is a good one.”
Tom Ford Soleil Blanc perfume.
“I don’t want no buff ass female; I want something soft. You perfect. I like to see shit move, not stay still.”
“Well, you got a bag of gelatin over here, so…”
“I got something stiff to hold you together, baby.”
He took some fries, using those same glazed hands, and ate some. Keeping eye contact, he licked his fingers as if it were remnants of his meal. “Ten out of ten.” He nodded at the plate as if he was speaking on it, but I knew he meant my juices.
“So you’re just gonna spend the rest of the night with pussy on your fingers?” “Correction—Anastazia’s pussy on my fingers, and hell yeah. Make sure I sleep with my hand over my nose tonight.”
“Either You Put a Move on My Heart by Tamia or Unfortunately by Yolani.
Hussle and Motivate by Nipsey Hussle.”
Only nigga I can say I would let in on big shit is Low. He young though, twenty-one, so he still reckless.
“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. I don’t give a fuck what I told you or the rest of them niggas. Y’all not me, hence why I’m top dog and you do what I tell you to. I change the rules whenever the fuck I see fit or how I see fit, so I’m tweaking this one. She ain’t fair game, she spoken for. I’m the only one in the mob that can touch that. You got
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We gotta protect and appreciate those rarities, nigga, and realize when you lucky enough to obtain one.”
“What about Aurora? I thought you liked her ass.” “I do, but I like somebody else too. So until I meet a woman that got me only wanting her, I ain’t settling down. Wouldn’t be right any-fucking-way.”
“These grown ass muthafuckas not into you ’cause you act mature or whatever the fuck they gon’ try to put in yo’ fucking head, B. They into you ’cause you impressionable as fuck and because you ain’t gon’ make their muthafuckin’ asses come correct like a grown ass woman would.”
Niggas know that and gon’ try their best to get yo’ time while yo’ standards ain’t as high. Don’t give it to ’em. They not fucking worthy.
“You made me a playlist?” I questioned. “I did. More like a joined playlist. I started it but we can add to it over the years with songs we fuck with individually or together. Something that’s ours.”
I thought shit like this only happened in books.” “The books gotta get the shit from somewhere, love. Art imitates life.” He took my hand in his.
A chef came over to the table and gave us some menus with the heading Asif & Anastazia’s First Date Menu.
“Don’t spoil me too much, Asif, because then you’re gonna have to keep up with it.” I smiled. “I don’t gotta keep up with some shit I created. And this ain’t nothing, love, this right here gon’ be normal shit for us.”
It was something about a man who knew how to turn the bravado off when in the presence of a woman.
“You the only one I’m trying to be with, fuck with, kick it with, make a family with, do every fucking thing with.”
“You said that’s shea butter on you?” “Yes, the real stuff. Comes hard and you have to melt it down.” “You so fucking soft. You smell so fucking good. What you put on ya pussy?” “I take showers?” I giggled, seeing the seriously puzzled expression on his face. “Muthafucka was falling off the bone.” I cracked up at his statement. “I like that design too.” “It’s a landing strip.” “Don’t get rid of that. I fuck with that shit.”
They want proof a nigga making legit money, they got it. I don’t just wanna protect myself, but the niggas who work for me.
“Also, niggas feel more like they a part of something when it got a name to it. The dedication takes itself to another height. I don’t know why but that’s human nature.
need names and titles to make shit feel legit. Them niggas see the brand and it m...
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“Hey, Free.” Banks walked by, coming in from dance rehearsal with her homegirl. “Hey, Low-Low.” Free nodded to say what’s up. “What I tell you ’bout that nickname?” Low smirked
“Well, I think it’s cute, and I’m gonna keep calling you that.” Banks smiled widely as my brothers and I watched the whole interaction go down.
