Naasson nodded feverishly. “I don’t even know why I’m sitting here bullshitting. I need to be on my way to the airport. I just wanted to give you my car keys, house keys, and my money. I have a cash app set up under the name, $sadiqq25. I need you to send me cash apps like once a month. Don’t send too much at once and get flagged and shit. If you can, pack some of this shit up for me. What I want, I’ll get you to ship to Deen in London. The rest of the shit, you can have or whatever.”
Josias stared at his friend in disbelief. With the way the world was going, a person could leave the house to go get food and never make it back home. The only thing certain in life was death and with the life they lived, jail was a very real possibility. Still, Josias wasn’t prepared for the news that his friend was giving him. They’d been thick as thieves their entire lives almost and now Naa had to go on the run? Shit didn’t seem fair. He’d rather him be on the run than in prison, however.
“You gotta do what you gotta do fam but got damn. Shit. You can’t say it was self-defense?”
“He said he was going to the car to get a gun, but I never even saw one in his hand. I don’t know if he had one or not, and I wasn’t waiting to find out. I had dope and money on me. Weed. I just didn’t want to chance that shit. And if he didn’t have a gun, I’m gon’ look like a fucking liar. Fuck,” Naasson hissed before standing up.
“I’m going to break my phone, so my location can’t be tracked. If you get a call from a random ass number in the next few days answer. And never call my real name over the phone. It’s Sadiq.”
Josias nodded and embraced Naasson in a homeboy hug. His heart was heavy for his friend, but he was praying that Naa would be able to get away. Naasson hauled ass to the airport and didn’t look back.
“You fine as hell. You a director or something?” A voice cut into Naasson’s thoughts snapping him out of the trance that he was in. He looked over into the face of a very pretty woman, and she was thicker than the law should allow. With her damn near invisible waist and super fat ass, Naasson’s dick jumped when his eyes trailed the length of her body, and he took in the skimpy outfit that she wore.
The very first thing that Naasson noticed on set was that all of the females in the movie, had super fat asses. It seemed as if these days, the criteria for being an influencer, stripper, bottle girl, actress, rapper, hell anything was a BBL.
“Nah, I’m not a director. I’m a silent partner of the production company.”
“Damn.” The woman eyeing him lustfully was bold as hell. She could even be deemed thirsty with the way she was looking like she wanted to pounce on Naasson. “I wouldn’t be mad if you were playing my love interest in the movie. I’d have fun with that. My name is, Lisa.” She extended her hand, and Naasson shook it.
“Sadiq.”
“I like that name, Sadiq. Hopefully, I’ll be seeing you around.”
She sauntered off with her ass jiggling every step of the way.
“Damn. Looked like she was ready to pull your dick out and suck it,” Deen observed.
Naa licked his lips and continued to stare after her. “They all this bold?”
“Hell nah. Meelah, the thick dark-skinned one, I’m about ready to send her ass home and recast her part. Her boyfriend comes to set with her every day, and I don’t know who he thinks he’s intimidating when he stands around ice grilling muhfuckas. There are scenes where she has to be topless. She knew that when she auditioned,” Deen stated with a frown.
Naasson silently reminded himself to mind his business. He refused to allow his temper to get him into anymore shit. He wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for what happened, so no matter what transpired, he was going to let Deen handle it. This was his movie. He could nip things in the bud by simply telling shorty her nigga could no longer come to work with her. Case closed. She was getting paid to do a job and having her man with her was unprofessional. Deen was preparing to shoot the next scene, and Naasson stood up.
“I’m about to go get something to eat. I’m not sure if I’ll be back.” He bumped fists with Deen and headed towards the exit.
Two days. He had only been in London for two days, and he was homesick already. London was a beautiful place, and there were worse places he could be, but if Naasson knew that his visit was only temporary, he’d be enjoying himself more. He hadn’t spoken to his mother or his sister. He missed life as he knew it. It had even crossed his mind once to go back home and just deal with whatever happened. Naasson wasn’t sure of what to do, and it was starting to stress him out. Usually, when he was stressed, Disha would give him some fire head then sex his worries away. Unless she was the cause of his stress, then he’d smoke weed and busy himself with making money. Naasson made a mental note to ask one of the guys on set where he could get some weed from because at this point, he was fiending for the shit and with all he had going on, being sober wasn’t the move.
Naasson drank occasionally, but he didn’t want to be drunk every day. He walked for a few blocks until he came to a small café. One thing Naasson enjoyed about London was the fact that it wasn’t hot. The temperature was right at seventy-one degrees. It was nice spring weather, and he could walk and enjoy the sites without sweltering heat. At night, it was even a little chilly. He knew back home it was probably around ninety degrees or higher. Since he couldn’t smoke, his sweet tooth was kicking in full throttle, and his mouth was watering as he eyed some of the sweet treats from outside through the window.
Inside the café, Naasson stepped back to look at the menu. An alluring scent crept into his nostrils, and it wasn’t coming from baked goods. His orbs landed on a woman. Her back was to him, so he couldn’t see her face, but baby girl was stacked from behind. She was dressed in white gym shorts, a white tank top, and white sneakers. A thick Cuban link anklet was wrapped around her left ankle, and her long braids rested on her behind. Naasson even zeroed in on the Rolex on her wrist as she went into her small Chanel bag to pay for her order. He wanted her to turn around, so he could see what that face was hitting for.
After she paid, she stepped off to the side, and a small piece of paper fluttered from her purse onto the floor. Naasson stepped forward to retrieve it. “Hey, you dropped this,” he walked over to her, and from the moment his eyes locked with hers, Naa knew he had to have her.
Not in the forever sense, but if she was single, he’d make it his business to slide up in that. She was breathtaking. He had given Disha permission to go and live her life. Honestly, she probably would have done so without his permission. Once she found out that he’d gotten himself into some shit, she didn’t even try to pretend like she was going to hold him down. The woman smiled showing her stark white teeth.
“Thank you so much.”
“You from around here?” he asked noticing that she had an American accent.
“Oh no. I live here for a few months out of the year. I play for the London Lions. What about you?”
Naasson’s brows lifted. “The London Lions?”
“Yeah,” she smiled wider. “It’s a WNBA team. I’m a point guard.”
“Word?” his eyes widened. “Damn that’s what’s up. This is my first time here. I didn’t even know they had a WNBA team. Where do you live when you’re not here?”
“I’m from Raleigh, North Carolina, but I live in Charlotte now.”
