“For what?” she says with a slight frown and raised eyebrows.
“I’m hungry and you need to eat,” I say but she doesn’t move. “You didn’t eat shit yesterday. You have to eat.”
“But we don’t do that.”
“What, eat?”
“You know what I mean. We’re friends. You know friends who just happen to fuck around.”
“Man, you can kill that noise now. Shit, we could’ve killed that weeks ago but you were scared to give in to me.”
“I wasn’t scared. I just knew we had a plan.”
“We did but I didn’t fuck with no other chicks and I know you ain’t been with no other niggas.”
“How do you know that?” She smirks and I just tilt my head. I don’t have to say shit because she knows I’m speaking facts. The way her pussy molds to my dick says it all. “Boy, I swear you think you know every damn thing.”
“I know that fo’ sho’. But it doesn’t matter what we had, we got this now,” I tell her, then rub my hand over her stomach. I thought she would fight me or push my hand away but she doesn’t. To my surprise, she places hers on top of mine. When I look down at her, she’s smiling. “You look pretty as fuck right now.”
“I don’t,” she says with a slight grin.
“Nah. You do.” My lips press into her and I softly kiss her lips. “Now, get up and get dressed. Let me feed you.”
“Where we going? It’s Sunday morning and The Pancake House is going to jampacked.”
“They just opened up a Morningside near the mall. We can hit that up and I can grab something to wear over there.”
“As long as they have cappuccinos, that’s fine.”
“Can you drink coffee?”
“Today, I am!” she assures me before lightly pushing my side and easing off the bed.
After walking into her closet and pulling stuff out, she heads into the bathroom. While she gets ready, I grab my phone to check it. I have a few texts, one from Quay and two from Mick, one at six this morning and another one twenty minutes ago. I swear this nigga never sleeps.
Quay:gm:-) Can I borrow $100
Mick:Call me
Mick:We need to talk.
Putting Quay on the back burner, I hit Mick first and he answers almost immediately.
“I need the luxury of sleeping in,” he answers.
“You can if you want to,” I reply.
“Money never sleeps so neither do I. I called because you got the invite.”
“Real shit?” I ask.
“Real shit. Congratulations!” he says and I can’t hide my smile.
This shit is getting real.
“How many were invited?”
“Seventy-six and you have to be there May tenth.”
