“You know I’m indecisive as shit.”
“That’s true,” Kory agreed. “But, have fun, sis. And do everything you know I would do. Right Kenz? Tell mommy to bust it open but only if he a real nigga.” Kory laughed.
Symphony didn’t find it funny, though. “Kor, get slapped. Don’t talk shit like that to my baby.”
“But you can say shit?”
“Anyway, call me if you need me. Kenz, I love you.”
“I doubt anything will happen. So, you just make sure you don’t call us every five minutes. Stay out as long as you need to. We good. Right, niecey pooh?”
Symphony smiled in their direction before grabbed her purse and keys and headed out the door. She made it outside and was met by Mitch leaning against his Benz. He had on a plain white t-shirt which she knew was polo because of the little horse on the bottom right, and a pair of Camo shorts. On his feet were a fresh pair of Balenciaga’s. She mentally applauded him for not having on the Arenas. The ones that all the scammers rocked. At least, he wasn’t into keeping up with the Jones’ and he had taste.
“Thought you were going to stand me up,” Mitch admitted.
“Nah. One thing about me, I do whatever I say I’m going to do,” she spoke while climbing into the car as he held the door open for her.
“Well, that’s a good trait to have. Your word should definitely be your bond.”
Symphony nodded. She adjusted the seat to make it comfortable for her frame before clicking her seatbelt on.
“I thought one of your other boys was going?” She observed that it was just she and him and remembered him saying that another one of his friends was coming along.
“He going to meet us there. He had his shorty with him, and I’m not one for mixing crews. I didn’t want no steam between you and shorty so we doing it like this. Instead, of that carpooling shit.”
“Oh, I see. That would have been cool, though.” Those were the words she said out of her mouth, but Sym knew in her heart that Mitch had made the right call. Chicks are too competitive and too catty which is why Sym only rocked with her sister and best friend. Well, amongst many other reasons as well.
For the duration of the ride to East Rutherford, New Jersey, Symphony and Mitch made small talk. They discussed artist and songs that came on the radio, which led to an intense battle of who was their favorite artist. For the most part, they kept the conversation light and refrained from attempting to dig into each other’s personal life. That was a plus for Sym.
When they arrived, Mitch called Nino to see where he had parked. Because the parking lots were packed to near capacity, he was unable to park near his boy. Instead, they agreed to meet at the gate.
“You been here before?” Mitch said while reaching out and grabbing Symphony’s hand.
Her first reaction was to snatch her hand out of his grasp but after a light tug, she decided against and allowed herself to relax.
“Nah. I’m not from New York. In Philly, we have Power House. I’ve been there nearly every year.”
“Ahh, a Philly Jawn, huh?” He caused her to laugh at him using slang that was popular in her city.
“What up nigga,” Mitch was greeted by Nino. “Who this?” Nino looked Symphony up and down while licking his lips. Never mind the fact that he had a female standing on his side, who was clearly irritated by the way he gawked at her.
“What’s good. This Sym. Sym, this my nigga Nino and…”
“Oh, this my shorty Bri.”
Bri flashed a fake smile in Symphony’s direction and mumbled, “Hi.”
Sym returned her greeting by laughing. The exact reason Mitch didn’t want them riding in the car together. Chicks were something else. Luckily, Symphony was a different breed.
“Aight, so let’s get up in here,” Mitch spoke easing the tension.
After getting through security and shuffling through the sea of people, the foursome had finally made it to their seats, which were on the floor. The show didn’t start yet, but the Dj had the stadium jumping.
“You was in La Marina all summer. You was up in toxic all summer. Now it’s getting chilly; that’s the fall coming.” Sym rapped along with Fabolous to his track Cuffin’ Season.
“Oh, word? What you know about this. Shouldn’t you be rapping Meek Mill, and Cassidy tracks.”
“Boy quit it. Fab is nice. I told you he was my favorite rapper, after Jadakiss. Meek cool or whatever but he screams too damn much for me.”
Mitch agreed with her and joined in on rappin’ the remainder of the song. From the outside looking in, the two of them could have easily passed for a couple who had been together for a minute, and was just out enjoying each other’s company. No one would have guessed how they met, or how hard it was for Mitch to get even her number. They had this type of chemistry that was evident to everyone but them. The evening progressed, and the show was underway.
“You tryna’ hit this?” Nino yelled over the music to get Mitch’s attention.
Mitch and Sym turned in his direction to see what he was referring to. It was a blunt he was in the process of rolling.
“Yea, nigga but I’ma roll my own shit; all that spit you putting on the L.” Mitch looked at the blunt in disgust while taking his seat and pulling out his own bag of weed and frontal leaf. “You smoke?” He asked, looking up at Symphony, who was enjoying Omarion’s set.
She shook her head, “No.” Then averted her attention back to the stage. She was slightly disappointed when Omarion didn’t bring Jhene Aiko out to do her verse on Posed to be.
“He better body this set,” Sym yelled into Mitch’s ear, once Fab was announced as the next performer.
“Money, money change a situation. My current situation, a lituation.” Sym was turned up.
As soon as he hit the stage, the stadium went into an uproar. Symphony was all tuned in. Rapping along word for word and screaming at the top of her lungs. She expected him to kill, but she didn’t expect what he offered. He took it back to the nineties and bought out mad artists to assist. Remy Ma, Busta Rhymes, Fat Joe, The Lox, and even Mobb Deep. It was crazy, and Symphony was eating up every minute of it.
“She loosens up,” Mitch blew out a cloud of smoke and smirked at Sym.
It was the first time since he bumped into her again, that he saw her as loose as she was right then. She was usually uptight and giving mad attitude. Fab brought out a different side of her.
“He did that!” She screamed while bobbing her head to the beat of We gon’ make it and rapping along with Jadakiss.
That was all she really needed. The rest of the show was just as hype as Fab’s set, but she was straight for the night after that.
“Thank you,” she whispered in Mitch’s ear.
He cocked his head to the side, perplexed at what she was thanking him for. She smiled and didn’t offer any explanation, instead focused back on the show that was going on up front.
When Kendrick Lamar came out, Sym excused herself to use the ladies room and to get a drink. When she got back, Mitch was in his seat, leaned back, and his eyes were bloodshot red.
“You good?” She asked him while handing him the bottle of water she got for him. It was thoughtful of her.
He nodded and took a sip of the water.
“Why you left during Kendrick set? You don’t know how to pimp a butterfly?” Symphony laughed and sipped from her drink.
The show came to end, but the jokes continued between Symphony and Mitch as they made their way back to his car, after splitting ways with Nino and Bri.
“It wasn’t so bad, was it?” Mitch questioned while reaching down and rubbing the side of Symphony’s leg while gripping the steering wheel with his left hand.
“I actually had a really good time. Thank you.” She admitted. It was a much needed day away from what she called her reality. She loved doing what she did for a living and loved being a mom even more, but that didn’t mean a day to let her hair down here, and there couldn’t be appreciated. “Sorry,
I have to take this,” she announced while answering the ringing phone, that interrupted their almost moment.
“Hey.”
“Don’t hey me. I haven’t heard from you in weeks. I call, you don’t answer. That would be fine if you didn’t just up and leave with my baby.”
“She’s fine,” Symphony stated while releasing a frustrated breath.
“I want to see her. I miss her. I miss you too.”
“She misses you too; I’m sure. I’ll bring her to visit soon.” Symphony assured.
“Okay, well I just called to make sure ya’ll were alive. Call me later?”
Symphony nodded as if she could be seen. “I will,” She whispered before ending the call. “My bad,” she spoke in Mitch’s direction.
He looked at her oddly before responding, “it’s cool.”
She could tell it was something he wanted to ask her. Part of her wanted to know what it was while part of her was scared to hear it.
“What’s on your mind?” She picked his brain.
“Shit really, that show was lit.”
“Yea, it was.” Sym agreed.
An eerie silence fell between them. Mitch had his eyes focused on the road, and Symphony busied herself with mentally going over the operation that was set to go into motion on Monday.
“Can I ask you a question?”
Symphony nodded, with her head still buried in her phone.
“Is McKenzie my daughter?”
Symphony titled her head in his direction and cocked it to the side. For a minute, she was silent. She wondered what made him ask her that. She wondered if inviting her out was a ploy that was meant to lead to this moment from the beginning. She wondered if he was ready for the answer, shit, she wondered if she was ready.
“What would make you ask me that?” She needed to know.
In his mind, he answered her question. Rather thoroughly. He would start with how McKenzie looked exactly like his sister when she was a baby. Or maybe he would start with the night they had sex and how he found the condom on the floor when he went to put on his jeans. At the time, the only concern he had was catching something but after being tested, that was a worry of the past. He could have explained to her the feeling he got when he laid eyes on McKenzie, but that could have easily put him in the creep category. The conversation could have gone in many directions, but he opted for the simpler road.
“Just asked. We had sex; she’s three months old. I’m no Einstein but math ain’t that hard.” “Well, that’s true. But, no. She isn’t yours.”
And that was the end of that.
“I’m taking you home, or it’s cool if we get into something else? I mean if your nigga don’t mind.”
Symphony thought about it for a minute. Who knew the next time she would be able to get out and let her hair down; between handling business and taking care of her daughter, free time was nearly non-existent.
“Now you concerned about me having a dude? Don’t worry about that, though; I ’m not even trying to be in a relationship. Just living, having fun. Nothing more nothing less. But, I’m free for the night. I’ma text my sister to check on my daughter but I think we good to do whatever.”
Mitch nodded to acknowledge what she said but kept his attention on the road. Sym pulled her phone out and called Kory. The conversation was brief; thanks to Kory assuring Sym that everything was good, and rushing her off the phone.
“I heard Fab gonna be at Starlets tonight. My niggas going, so you trying to hit that spot or?”
Sym’s been to plenty of strip clubs. She heard Starlet’s was one of the few Strip clubs in New York that was always popping, so she wasn’t surprised that they had something going on, on a Sunday. She could ball with the best of them so of course she was down for a night of making it rain on big booty bitches. She didn’t mind paying for a stripper’s child care.
“Yea, Starlets is cool.”
“I wanna go home and change then we could head to the spot.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Chapter Six
They pulled up to Condo’s on Ashland Avenue, and Symphony had to chuckle at the irony. He, literally, lived five blocks away from where she lived.
“Come on,” he instructed after sliding into a parking spot and shutting off his engine.
She emerged from the car and followed behind him into the building. They stepped onto the elevator and stood in separate corners until the steel doors closed. The sexual tension that was felt, the first time they met a year ago, was present. It bounced off the walls of the elevator and with each passing second made the ride uncomfortable for the both of them. Mitch looked over at Sym and ran his tongue across his bottom lip. She responded to his gesture by smiling and turning her head slightly as if she was shy. He took a step in her direction, finally decided to make a move after pondering about it the entire time they were together.
He was an inch away from her. They stared at each either other, neither bothering to say a word. Both too afraid of ruining the moment. He could see the contemplation on her face but didn’t understand, exactly what, she was mentally battling. Symphony reached out and ran her hand up his bare arm. He leaned closer, ready to go in for the kill but was stopped by the ding of the elevator alerting them they had arrived at his floor. The doors slid open, and Sym released the breath she had been holding since Mitch invaded her space. He shook his head and grabbed her hand, leading her to this door.
Before inserting his key into the keyhole, he spun Symphony around and pressed her against the door. He was in her space again but this time, he didn’t waste time. Aggressively, Mitch leaned down taking Symphony’s lip into his mouth and sucking it. She parted her lips enough to allow his tongue to slide in. They engaged in a passionate kiss. Alternating, between nibbling on each others lips and tongue wrestling. Mitch had one hand under Sym’s crop top massaging her titty, and the other fumbled with the key to get it in the door. Once the door was open, he walked forward never releasing the hold he had on Symphony; he kicked the door closed behind them and tugged her shirt over her head.
She returned the favor.
“We really doing this?” Mitch questioned.
One minute, Sym didn’t want to be bothered, the next minute she was enjoying a night out with him, and now she was ready to jump on his dick. He had to be sure since she was so hot and cold.
“Can we not talk? Just fuck me, Mitch.” She barked.
Mitch bit his lip and went for the button of her jeans while pushing her toward the living room. They made it without incident, and he pushed her down on the couch with her jeans at her ankles. Aggressively pulling at her heels, he threw them across the room and took her skin tight jeans off the rest of the way. Sym looked at him as she bit her bottom. She watched as he pulled his shorts down and looked at his fine chocolate dick standing at attention. To her, it was so beautiful, shiny and thick, with a drop of pre-cum at the top. Her mouth watered like a hot day in July, and the waterman just walked by with dollar waters in his pockets. Quickly sliding down to his feet, she helped him tug his shorts down to his ankles and held the base of his dick. She looked at it before placing her mouth, covering the whole thing. Mitch watched the imprint of his dick disappear down her throat as she continued to swallow him. He felt like he was about to fall backward from the way she devoured his dick. He couldn’t go out like a chump, so he whipped his dick out her mouth causing it to make a POP noise. Sym looked confused but forgot all about the confusion when Mitch picked her up and carried her to the kitchen. He laid her on the island and spread her thighs apart. He could hear the wetness as he dipped his fingers inside of her. She threw her head back and moaned when she felt his tongue inside her. He bit her pearl, and she gasped. It was painful, but still pleasurable at the same time. He bit it again, and it still hurt, but not as much as the first time. Mitch looked her in the eyes as he held her pearl in between his teeth.
“Uhh, stoooop,” she moaned. He was making her feel good all over. The reaction
from the biting of her pearl caused her nipples to tingle and a spark in her neck.
“Nah, what was all the shit you was popping?” he said and continued to drink her juices like a fine bottle of champagne.
Sym held court in the streets, but all the moaning and squirming she was doing, you could tell who the boss was, and it wasn’t Sym. Mitch was calling the shots, and her body was answering his commands. He blew into her pussy which caused her to arch her back a little. Stroking his dick, he was ready for some pussy. She tasted good, but he wanted to see if that pussy still felt the same. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down the counter. Carrying her back into his room, Sym wasn’t paying attention the décor. She had dick goggles on, and all she saw was that big shit that Mitch was carrying between his legs. She already had her legs opened wide. He didn’t need to do anything but climb in between them. Slapping his dick on her love box, she gasped. She just wanted to feel him inside her. He inserted himself little by little until he was fully inside her. She was still tight and wet as he remembered. Pulling out and pushing in one good time, he had her mouth curved in a shape of an O. She moved her hips and felt his huge stick right inside of her.
Holding onto the headboard, he slammed himself inside her and continued while bending down and taking a breast into his mouth. He circled the nipple with his tongue before he bit her nipple. Sym had to question where he learned to fuck. This pain to pleasure shit was turning her on and making parts of her body; she never knew she needed in sex, to react. Flipping her over on her stomach, she hiked her ass up and started shaking it. The ripples from her ass made Mitch stop and watch for a few while stroking his dick. Occasionally, he slapped it just to see it shake. He inserted himself right into her, and she squeezed her muscles together. Slapping her ass, he fucked the shit out of her. She threw her back and bit her bottom lip. Looking up, she noticed he had a mirror on the ceiling. Watching herself get fucked from the back did something to her. It turned her on so much that she started throwing it back harder, and Mitch tried his best to hold his nut. The way she was throwing it back had him about to cum. Little did he know, Sym was about to release her juices but wanted him to go first. She’d be damned if he made her cum first. Throwing it back one more time, and they both came at the same time. Feeling Sym’s juices and her feeling Mitch’s juices. They both broke each other.
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