I interrupted her question the moment my hands touched her neck and I brought her closer to me. She didn’t resist either.Instead, she closed her eyes in anticipation of me pressing my lips against hers. I did just that. I had missed her lips something serious, and I’d be damned if I didn’t savor the moment.
As If she was reading my thoughts, she jumped back, “Mazz, I can’t?—”
“Gayze, shut the fuck up and get back over here,” I demanded.
She studied me for a moment before doing as I asked and leaning back my way. “This is wrong,” she said before her lips touched mine. After smothering her succulent ass lips with my own for a while longer, I pulled back and just pecked her shit before locking eyes with her.
“Ain’t shit wrong. What’s wrong is you wearing that nigga’s ring and you belong to me.”
She laughed and hopped out of my lap. “I don’t belong to anyone but myself. Now let me out so I can go home, Mazzier.”
I laughed and unlocked the door. She didn’t expect me to get out as well, but I did walk her to her car, which was less than three feet from mine. I held her door open for her to get in before leaning into her window.
“Don’t make me send this bitch up tomorrow.”
She giggled. “Now why the hell would you do that?”
“Because you got that look like you’re about to play with my time,” I responded, smirking.
“Nah, I’m not. I’ll be here.” She gave me that big, bright, pretty ass smile.
I didn’t evenplan on making that move on Gayze earlier, but I couldn’t resist it. She was sitting over there all smooth and chocolaty. A nigga had a sweet tooth, and she was the closestthing to helping my craving. Once I let her pull off, I hopped into my truck and called Kasair. He was the only nigga I knew who would call me to death if I didn’t answer the phone the first fucking time.
If I ain’t know any better, I’d think this nigga was worried about me.
“What, bitch?” he asked as soon as he answered the phone.
“Yo’ ass called me, Sair.” I laughed.
“And yo’ inconsiderate ass ain’t answer. A nigga was just checking on you.” I could hear him pouting through the phone.
“Nigga, I was with Gayze.” I responded.
“That’s good and all, but ya ass did just get shot. Niggas need to know ya coordinates for a while.”
“Awh shit, ya ole sentimental ass was worried about a nigga.” I laughed.
“Man, fuck you. I was worried about you because I’m ’bout to go fuck ya sister up.”
I shook my head. “I told y’all asses to keep me out of ya bullshit.” I really didn’t wanna hear their shit. They were dysfunctional as fuck.
“Well, nigga, you gotta hear about it. Quari’s stupid ass is having family time,” he responded.
I laughed.
“Why the fuck she keep playing with me like I won’t send old boy home to his moms in a pine box?”
“And why would you do that?” I asked, focusing on the road. I was on my way to pick Mel up and go home.
“Because I feel like she’s tryna love him,” he responded reluctantly.
I couldn’t even help it. I started laughing.
“Nigga, this ain’t funny. What the fuck am I supposed to do?” he asked.
“I’on know. Get ya shit together before it’s too late.” I shrugged. I would’ve at least thought that was obvious, but Kasair’s mother had to have dropped him when he was a baby.
“How the fuck am I supposed to do that, Mazz?” he asked like that was impossible.
