by J Peach
That explained her flushed look and Chris’ smirk when I walked into the bathroom. “Damn, I didn’t know he kissed you.”
“Damn, I’m always missing the good shit. Why I can’t find no demanding ass nigga that could get my shit flowing like that?” Ebony grunted out as a pout formed on her lips.
We looked at each other and broke out laughing once more.
”Bitch, you got one and his name is Ha’Keem Johnson. Yo ass trying to get mothafuckas killed. King ass is crazy as hell and ain’t nobody in the G, gon’ fuck with you. They know who you belong to,” Kim informed her. “Yo ass gon’ have to go find an out of state nigga. And yo ass pregnant with his baby? Bitch please! That’s the only nigga and dick you gon’ have for the rest of your life,” Kim laughed while rubbing Ebony’s stomach.
Ebony pushed Kim’s hand away from her belly. “I ain’t his shit, so Kim shut the fuck up talkin’ to me,” she fussed at Kim.
Kim burst out laughing at her. “You just mad because you know I’m telling the truth. It’s good, tho. I bet the only dick you get for the rest of your life is Ha’Keem Johnson’s. Mad ass,” she pushed Ebony over on the couch.
“Y’all asses crazy as hell. We all know who Ebony’s coochie belong to,” Missy waved them off before looking back to me. “Anyways, now tell me about this fight with Chris’ girl?” Missy asked.
I started laughing. “Girl, I had to whoop Xantina’s ass. She’s Chris’ girl. And I had to beat her sister’s ass because she was being disrespectful. Me and Parker’s sister, Meka, fuck’d they’re asses up and then threw all them out his house.” Again, I started cracking up as I jumped into the story of how everything happened.
Chapter 21
Angel
I snapped my strapless bra up and pulled on my black thong. Grabbing my dress off of the bed, I put it on and Parker walked in just as I did. “Babe, zip me up.” I pushed my hair over my shoulder to get it out of the way. Instead of him zipping me up like I asked, his hands slipped into the sides of my dress. “Parker, stop.” I elbowed him, laughing.
“You good, I think we really should just stay in,” he kissed my neck.
Pulling away from him, I turned to face his ass. “Parker, don’t play with me, you’re meeting them. I promise, my bitches are so freakin’ cool. You just have to get to know them.”
All day Parker had been trying to find a reason for us to not have to go to my party. He seriously didn’t want to meet the girls. I thought it was funny that he was nervous about meeting them, especially since he just couldn’t get over the fact that they up strapped on him and that they were about to cut off Bell’s brother’s dick.
“Yeah, they cool to yo ass because you crazy just like them mothafuckas,” he pointed out.
My eyes rolled up in my head. “We’re not crazy at all. And if I have to deal with yo twisted ass friends, then you have to deal with mine.”
“None of my niggas ever shot at you or up strapped on yo ass, so get on with that bullshit.”
He had a point. “That’s different, tho.” That was all I could think to say before I started laughing. “Parker, I promise they’re not going to hurt you.”
He barked out a laugh. “Baby, I’m not scared of those short mothafuckas. If anything, I don’t want to hurt they ass. Real shit. Ol’ short ass baby gangstas and shit. You just don’t leave me alone with them.”
I hit him in his chest, laughing. “I swear I’m telling them you called them some baby gangstas. Why would you say that?” He was so damn stupid. I turned my back to him. “Man, zip me up.” He did as I asked.
He walked in front of me and gave me a once over. “You fitting this dress, ain’t you?” His fingers ran across the black diamond shaped lace over my stomach.
“We’re matching,” I said as I pointed to the black Polo jeans that hung low and to the red Polo shirt he had on. His red and black Miami snapback sat half way on his head.
The black diamond chain with the red and black cross, diamond pendant sat on his stomach. His jewelry was finished off with a big faced black diamond watch and a red diamond bracelet. Parker was just a sexy, flashy nigga for no reason. Shit, I felt naked compared to him.
I pushed those thoughts to the back of my head as I gestured toward my outfit. “You like it?” I did a slow spin. I was wearing a red and black, single sleeve dress. The sleeve was black lace with a single black, lace, diamond covering my entire stomach.
“Hell n’all, take that shit off! I got a sweat suit you can wear,” he walked over to the closet and started looking through his clothes.
My eyes cut at him as he pulled out a black sweat shirt and pants. “You’re an asshole. I don’t know why I asked yo childish ass,” I laughed at him. My head shook and I grabbed my makeup bag. Then I went to the bathroom, got my black lipstick and put some on.
Parker followed behind me. “I’m just bullshittin’, you look good as fuck.” He leaned against the counter and looked down at me. “Do you plan on tellin’ yo friends about the baby?”
I glanced up at him, not expecting that question. “Yeah, of course I’m going to tell them. It’s not like I can hide it.” I was nervous about becoming a mom, but it was only because I didn’t know what type of parent I would be. I knew the girls were going to be there for me if I needed them, though. Most importantly, I had Parker. His excitement alone brought me comfort after our talk. “I was going to tell them yesterday, but decided to do it with you instead.”
“What they gon’ think about you moving to Bloomingdales with me?” His arms folded over his chest and he stared down at me.
“What?” I asked dumbly. I heard him very clearly, but I didn’t want to believe I heard him right.
“What they gon’ think about you moving to—”
“I heard you. But when did we talk about me moving in with you?” Not once had we discussed me going to live with him in Bloomingdales.
“Syn, I’m not gon’ have you in Gary while I’m all the way out there. And I damn sho’ ain’t moving out here. This crib is cool and everything, but it isn’t going to be our permanent living spot. To be honest, I got this place so that when you did move in with me you would have a place to stay when you come back and forth to see yo girls. And for when I got business to handle out here,” he shrugged nonchalantly.
“Shid, other than you and my dealings with Blaze, I don’t have shit here. I’m not saying you have to move right now because you have school and shit. And I ain’t tryna sound selfish or shit, but I need you out there with me where I know you’re safe,” he stressed the importance of my safety.
“You can get yo credits and shit switched over to a University out where I’m at or you can finish the courses online. And Brown & West got a firm out in Bloomingdales. Everything is really laid out and you won’t be missing out on shit. And yo friends can come to the house any time they want to when I’m not there,” he explained, making everything sound simple.
My head shook. “Parker, I don’t know. I can’t just uproot my life and move three hours away from here.” I was fine with him moving me into his place out in Indianapolis because I was only at my apartment a couple of days out of the week anyway. But for me to actually pack up and move permanently away to another state, I wasn’t ready to do that. “You don’t think this is moving too fast?” Everything just seemed to be going at an extremely fast pace. There we were, four months into our relationship and I was already pregnant. Hell, we were practically staying together already. But to move so far away, I didn’t know about that.
“No, I don’t think we’re moving too fast,” he answered me quickly. “Given the time we’ve known each other to now, we really just catching up on some personal shit. Syn, we damn near living together as it is. Either we staying at the crib out here or you at my place. I’m just trying to get us at one spot. Baby girl, you have to understand, I done fuck’d off on my business for months to hang out and chill with you on some serious shit. I’m not that type of nigga to sit in the background
and let others handle my business. But I did all that to be with you. It’s time I got back to work, yah hear me?” He questioned seriously.
“This here ain’t me or my lifestyle,” he went on before I could even respond. “My shit is back in Bloomingdales and Springfield. I worked too hard to build what I have to let it fall apart because I wanna slack, so I need you there. And then this shit with Martell, I can’t leave you here. You don’t have to say shit right now, but think on it. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
A heavy sigh left my mouth. I heard in his voice when he said think about it that Parker wasn’t really giving me a choice. He just wanted to make it seem that way in the hopes that I’d say I’ll go with him.
Over the past few months we had literally been inseparable. I’d enjoyed our time together and I honestly wasn’t ready for it to end. Besides, I knew I would still be able to pursue my career and get the job I wanted out there where he was. But everything just seemed too good to be true. And if it seemed too good, half the time it just wasn’t.
“Okay, we’ll talk about it tomorrow,” I answered him. I knew his life wasn’t in Gary and he was sacrificing a lot just to be with me.
“I’ight.” Parker nodded his head and then left the bathroom.
I had to admit that he really hadn’t been traveling like he normally did. I realized I would have to make some sacrifices as well if we were going to make our relationship work.
“Here,” he walked back into the bathroom. “Happy Birthday,” he handed me a nice sized square box.
My head tilted to the side. He had treated me all day for my birthday. He took me out to breakfast, shopping, then we had lunch before we met up with Meka and sat in her room laughing and joking around until it was time for us to get ready for my party. During that time, I didn’t think he’d actually bought me a gift since he’d done everything else earlier in the day.
“You just gon’ look crazy and smile or you gon’ open it?” He laughed at me.
“Shut up, I’m nervous,” I said as I opened the box. When I saw what was inside, my eyes widened and my lips parted. “Oh, my God, this is beautiful, Parker,” I mumbled while staring at the fourteen karat, white gold, heart shaped diamond neckless. My fingers ran over the diamond shape hearts. “This is so beautiful, thank you!” Standing on my tiptoes, my neck stretched up as I kissed him.
“You like it?” He asked me.
My head reared back and I stared at him like he was crazy. “Yes, I love it. Here, put it on me.” I took the neckless out of the box and handed it to him.
“I’m glad you do because I didn’t know what to get yo ass.” He took the necklace from me. “Here,” he handed me two more boxes.
“These are mine?” I tried to look over at him.
“Man, be still and yeah, those are yours. Who else they for?” He picked at me.
“Shut up.” I opened the longer box first to see a bracelet that matched the necklace. “Oh, my God! Parker! Why would you get this?” I asked, shocked the he actually got me those. After seeing what was in the first boxes, I was nervous about opening the last box.
“What you mean, why? I think they’ll look good on you. Yo ass always talkin’ about takin’ my shit, so I got you your own.” He grabbed the bracelet and put it on my wrist.
“No, I can’t take this. That looks like it cost way too much.” The last box I opened had an all diamond watch in it. A beautiful, big faced diamond watch. It was most definitely something Parker would rock.
I couldn’t even pretend like I didn’t want it. “I do wanna keep it, tho. This is so freakin’ beautiful.” Fuck it, I am keeping them. He was right, I always talked about how flashy he was and it was only a matter of time before I started wearing his jewelry. “Thank you so much. No one has ever bought me anything like this. And I wanna keep it, but I feel like I shouldn’t take it,” I confessed, but I damn sho’ wasn’t giving it back.
“Ain’t nobody gave you shit like this because you liked playing with those little ass boys. You fuckin’ with a grown ass man who got his shit together and who likes flashy shit. It’s only right that my lady have the best as well. Yah understand me?” He put the watch on me and then turned me so I was facing the mirror. “Damn!” He bit into his lip as he looked me over. “I don’t know, man, I don’t think I wanna show you off. You beautiful as hell.”
My lips stretched into a smile and my eyes looked down at the sink. That giddy feeling returned full force.
“What’s that look about?” His finger lifted my chin so I was staring at him. “What you thinking?”
I bit into my lip trying to stop myself from smiling, but I couldn’t help it. I was weak for that man. “You’re just so different from what I expected you to be and I’m so happy that you are,” I confessed. “You make me nervous and excited all at the same time. A part of me feels like I’m being naïve and I should really be cautious, but the giddiness in the pit of my stomach makes me not care,” I told him the truth about my feelings. “All of this is so new to me. Never have I ever really been this happy before in my entire life.” I started laughing at myself. My hand covered my face. “Ugh, I feel so freakin’ mushy right now.”
“You good. I like hearing that shit, real talk. It makes me feel cocky as fuck because I’m your first real thing. Gotdamn, a nigga feel special as fuck,” he poked his chest out cockily.
“Shut up. But you should feel like that. And you need to keep this up so you can remain my first and only real thing.” I turned around to face him, wrapping my arms around his waist.
“Aye, I think I can make that happen.” His fingers gripped the hem of my dress and slowly started to raise it up over my hips.
My hands grabbed his wrist. “Nope, we don’t have time for that. So stop,” I pushed him away from me.
The smile on his face fell. “Oh, yo ass got time to be mushy and shit, but I can’t get ten minutes? I’ll be quick. In and out, real fast.”
I burst out laughing and walked out of the bathroom. “Real fast my ass. You don’t know the definition of real fast. Hell n’all, you’ll mess up my hair and all that. Nope. You’ll have to wait until we get back. I can’t believe you,” I shook my head at him still laughing.
“Man, I’m horny as fuck. I ain’t gon’ fuck up yo hair, I won’t even touch that shit and you can ride.” He grabbed me by my waist and then kissed my neck.
He sounded so serious that all I could do was laugh at him. “You know what? I’ll finish getting ready in the other room, I’m scared you just might jump on me.”
He pushed me away from him. “Yeah, get the fuck out. Ol’ stingy ass black wanch.”
I hollered out a laugh. “Babe, you’re real mad, huh?”
“Fuck you, man.”
My eyes cut at him. “See, I was just about to tell yo ol’ funky ass we couldn’t have sex but I’ll suck you off real quick. But aye, it’s fuck me, so whatever,” I shrugged.
Parker stopped walking to his side of the room and turned back towards me. “Real shit, I was just bullshittin’. You know I love the fuck outda you.” It took everything in me not to burst out laughing. “Come here.” His arms went to my waist and he pulled me to him.
I stood on my tippy toes with my lips puckered. Before our lips could touch there was a loud bang on the door.
“Come on, y’all! Let’s go party!” Meka yelled excitedly from the other side of the door. “Open the door!” She hit it again.
“Man, this some bullshit,” Parker snapped.
“Open up! I know y’all asses ain’t being nasty!” She laughed out while loudly knocking. “This a nice ass house, P-Nut!” She said before banging on the door again.
“Meka, hit that door one more time and I’mma choke the shit outda you. Cock blocking ass trick!” He glared hard at the door before looking down at me. “You still gon’ do that real quick?”
I couldn’t hold it in any longer and I broke out laughing. His serious face did it for me. “No, baby. It’s time to go, but I got
you tonight. I promise.”
“You mothafuckas. Man, bring yo ass on.”
I wrapped my arms around him from behind. “We could probably sneak off while we’re at the party, but you have to be nice and not snap at anybody,” I bargained
“Fuck you,” he snapped at me. My head tilted to the side and my brow rose as I stared at him. Suddenly, Parker started laughing. “I’m bullshittin’,” he swooped me into his arms, bridal style.
“I was about to say.”
“You wasn’t gon’ say shit,” he let out a deep breath. “Let’s go so I can meet yo clique and be done.” He opened the bedroom door, but stopped. “Oh fuck, I forgot my damn guns.” He put me on my feet and went back to the bed.
What the fuck does he need guns for?
It wasn’t even going to be that type of crowd. However, I chose not to ask him any questions, I just hoped and prayed that he and my girls would click and be cool.
I was so nervous.
Chapter 22
Angel
The Rex was packed full of people.
I had to admit that Missy did not disappoint at all. The entire place was decorated in black and pink. She had hired someone to work the door. She had tables, chairs. She even had a couple sections in the far back of the room where four big round couches sat. There was even a makeshift bar with a bartender working behind it.
She had really outdone herself.
I looked around until I spotted Missy and found her by a couch talking with the girls. I pointed over to them, “there they go, come on.” We made our way over to them. “My bitches! Hey!” I yelled as we reached them.
“Ahhhh! Happy Birthday!” They screamed in unison as they pulled me into a group hug.
“Thank y’all. Missy, this looks amazing. Thank you so much for this,” I hugged her tight.
“I’m glad you like it. King and the guys were a big help, you can thank them whenever they get here. The girls helped out a lot, Peaches decorated with her bossy ass. So it was really a team thing,” she informed me.