Page 68 of Standing In The Sun
The sun hitAhvi’s back, waking her up. She looked over at Kamari who was tucked under Lunar. They were both knocked out. She kissed her teeth because Kamari refused to sleep under her like that.
She couldn’t lie though, the view was beautiful. So much so, it made her think about Dro and the lack of his presence in Kamari’s life. Then her own shame crept in. How was she judging Dro when she’d yet to start piecing her life back together her damn self. For the last week and a half, she’d been under Lunar, in his home, fucking on him and allowing him to take care of her. That wasn’t making any progress on her goals and she knew Ish would’ve been pissed at her circumstances. It was time to stop dreaming about the moon and get to work. She needed to really put her focus into finding a job or the judge was going to give her some real time—something longer than thirty days and for her, that wasn’t an option. Kamari needed her.
Slowly, she eased out of bed in search of the things she was released from prison with. So much was happening when she first arrived at Lunar’s house that her mission got lost in the sauce. With all the sexual tension building between them, she really got caught up. Now, it was a new day—a new week and time to get her shit together like she was supposed to do in the first place.
The house felt different with just them there. Every now and then Pimp would pop up but that was it. It was like, Ahvi, Lunar, and Kamari got to enjoy each other with no outside influence.
Tipping through the house, she eased her way down the steps to the second floor since the Lunar had his own floor and rightfully so. The house was so well crafted it didn’t even creak or make noise when she walked on its floors. She pushed the door open to the guest room, she had claimed for her and Kamari. Ahvi checked the drawer where her jail bag was stuffed for safekeeping. Once she had her phone in her hands, she walked down to the kitchen in search of a charger. She had left all this stuff sitting there for weeks or days in an effort to forget all she’d been through. It had been so long since her phone was on that she wouldn’t be surprised if it acted up on her.
“What you doing?” Pimp walked in from smoking in the backyard, making her jump.
She held her chest. “Looking for a charger but why you moving around like a ninja?”
He chuckled, “Why you look like you sneaking?” He looked at her skeptically.
“I’m not,” Ahvi rolled her eyes. “I’m looking for a charger to turn my phone on.”
“Oh, shit, just say that.” Pimp pulled a drawer in the kitchen open, handing her what she needed. “Here.”
“Thank you. What time you get in?” Ahvi asked, jumping on the countertop waiting for her phone to power on. She was comfortable like she owned the place, Lunar had that effect on her. He made her feel like everything that was his, was hers.
“Lunar really rubbing off on you,” he smirked.
“I’m just asking cause I ain’t hear you come in.”
“Probably was up there busy doing shit with Lunar,” he smirked.
She covered her face, blushing. “No, I wasn’t.”
Just then her phone screen flashed on and it started beeping and buzzing like crazy. She thought the phone had been cut off but should’ve known better when Butta’s phone was still on. They were on the same plan. Sheena ain’t have no extra money to pay the phone bill, so Ahvi put Butta on her plan.
“You thought it was off?” Pimp asked, taking a seat to get comfortable. “He paid that shit when Butta explained the situation to you.”
“What don’t he do?” she whispered, going through her phone. She had a bunch of missed calls from Dro but they stopped a few weeks ago. Going through her social media, she saw people tagging her, asking where she was going to be selling food. The city seemed to be fucking with her and that was all she needed to know. It was time to get back on her shit. She couldn’t let that robbery stop her flow.
The natural hustler’s instinct was in her, so no matter how life kicked her down, she would always get back to the hustle. If Ish hadn’t taught her nothing else, he taught her to never stay down too long. Life wouldn’t allow it. Not the one she lived, anyway.
“He’s sweet on you,” Pimp’s voice cut in.
She looked up. “I mean, he’s a sweetheart…I’m sure he’s sweet to all the girls.”
“Nah, Ahvi…he ain’t.”
“What about Apple?” Ahvi had been itching to dive deeper into that relationship, maybe Pimp was her way in. “I know they had something, and I know he was probably out here looking after her, spoiling her with lavish shit too.”
Pimp let her talk. Then he let her watch him, waiting for a response. “Don’t let your assumptions make an ass out of you, sis. Did he like her? Yea. But not like he’s simpin’ on you. You have no idea what my bro wants to give you.”
“But why me?” She was desperate to know what was so special about her.
Her shrugged. “That’s some shit you gotta ask him. I will say this though…don’t let that sweet shit fool you. You have yet to see Lunar in rare form. It takes time to get to know him or people. Keep that in mind, sis.”
With that, he got up to leave. He had shit to do and artists to vet. Over the last year, he’d stepped into the A&R position, scouting new artists, songwriters, and producers. It was a lot, but kept his mind busy after his heart break from Bobby Jr. Everyone had warned Pimp but he didn’t listen and now, he had to carry that. It was a lesson he finally learned—no more dating niggas in the closet.
“Tell Lunar, I’ll be out for a day or two. Make sure that nigga get in the studio too.”
“I can’t make him do anything,” Ahvi laughed, still scrolling through her phone.
Pimp’s smile leaned as he looked at her like she was kidding. “Ahvi, you can make him do a lot.”
