“You are everything I ever wanted Corey. Can’t be mad at that.”
He grinned again and I joined him this time. “See, you just trying to get some dick, stop thinking I’m easy.”
My head cocked to the side playfully. “Aren’t you though?”
He squinted one eye like he was thinking before he nodded happily. “For you? I’m a good little whore. You walk in the room and I’m on my knees ready to dive headfirst into your pussy. Shit, I can’t wait ‘til you get a big ole belly. I can start calling you big mama and singing that damn silly ass song.” He started swaying his hips in beat to the viral song and mouthing the words.
“You are too crazy, Corey.”
He looked mischievous as he licked his lips and sniffed the side of my neck.
“Mmm hmmm, I am. But right now, I want you to put this pussy on my face. How long you think it’ll take you to cum for City, baby?”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Welcome to Atlanta
PORSHA
“BABY GIRL, IS that you?”
The voice had Lyric snapping her head around angrily before she released a huff and then turned back to the racks we were looking at.
“I know the fuck—”
I was looking at her hard as hell because I was limited as to what I could do. Lyric took the news of our having a baby really well and was excited to have a sibling. City wanted to get this record with Lyric and Royce done as soon as possible and asked me to come along. It would be a good opportunity to start off with this styling thing he wanted me to do. I’d already met with Royce so I could get an idea of what he liked. Now we were at the mall getting preliminary pieces I thought would work for him.
“What’s wrong?”
Lyric shook her head and kept looking through the clothing racks so that she didn’t have to face whoever this was trying to get her attention. “Girl, this ain’t shit to even think twice about.”
“Do we need to get security?” Because again, I was willing to risk my livelihood but not my life or the baby’s. City would kill me if I was fighting and I wouldn’t imagine harming my kid.
Lyric paused and looked at me as though she were insulted. “Since when have you and I ever needed security?”
“True. But the look on your face makes me feel like something ‘bout to go down and it might be a step beyond my pay grade. I’ll stomp a bitch out but right now I can’t move like I want without risks.” I pointed to my belly and she nodded inagreement. “So am I tripping a bitch so you can handle her or what?”
“No, because that’s exactly what she wants.”
Since her tone was light I understood she wasn’t pressed but I still wanted to know who was walking up on us.
“So we’re not handling business, but who is she?” I kept my voice low so that the intruder didn’t hear our conversation.
“Lyric—”
“Not using my gotdamn government name in public and shit. This stupid bitch is really trying me.” That chuckle of disbelief escaped Lyric’s lips and I knew she was shuffling through her reasons to stay calm and out of jail before she turned around to whoever the woman was that was trying to get her attention. “What you want, Reina?”
Oh, hell nah.I knew that name all too well. Since we were stationary Reina got closer to us and I could hardly tell the resemblance between them aside from their physical shape. Her mother was a lighter brown than Lyric and nothing about her overly done up and clean girl aesthetic matched Lyric with her laid back style and J’s. Today Lyric was wearing running tights and a crop t-shirt with her sneakers. She looked like Lyric and nothing likeFinesse,which is why we could move as freely as we were.
“What do I want? Lyric, it’s me. I’m your mom. You don’t remember me?”
The woman who didn’t seem that much older than me was waiting expectantly for Lyric to acknowledge her. She seemed to think that Lyric was going to run to her with open arms and even I knew that Lyric would hit her in the mouth before she ever hugged her.
Lyric turned around with her arms folded, and I did the same so that I might assist her. Wasn’t sure what my pregnant ass was gonna be able to do, but I was going to do something.
“Uhhh, yeah hence the reason I’m talking to you like a random on the street: because you are. So what do you want?”
Reina, cause this bitch surely wasn’t her mama, was looking at her like she was trying to find a soft spot that Lyric might have for her. With the hard set of her face, I assumed she knew there wasn’t one. She cleared her throat softly and looked around before she finally spoke up.
