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"Yea, I did. But I would like for you to stop by if you're not too busy."

"I'll see what I can do." She went to get back in the car, but I grabbed her arm. I cupped her face with both of my hands and kissed her. I could feel her hand on the back of my neck while the other one rested on my shoulder.

"Damn, girl, you're going to make me follow you home."

"Not tonight, boo. But soon. Real soon." She said, getting in the truck.

"Get home safe ladies." She pulled me close and kissed me again. I knew she had to be horny doing all this. I wasn't mad though, because I was feeling her too. I never kissed a woman unless she was my girl, and here I am swapping spit with her inside and outside the club. Hell yea, I was showing up at that BBQ next week.

"I see you found a new contender." Chase said, leaning against one of the cars smoking.

"Yea, man. Not only is she bad; she got a nigga acting out of character. You know I don't do the kissing shit, and in public, at that."

"You know I know. So what are you going to do about that?" He pointed to Yolanda who was coming out the club.

"Tonight, I'm going to fuck her. As far as tomorrow, who knows?"

"Hey boo. Where you been?" She stood on her tippy toes to kiss me.

"Yo, you know we don't even get down like that."

"I know Monty, but damn, we been fucking for a minute now. Can a sister ever get a kiss?"

"Kissing brings too many emotions, and I'm not trying to get into anything serious."

"Whatever. Anyway, what's up, Chase? When are you going to find a girl?"

"I'm not even looking right now. I'm good."

"You know I can hook you up with one of my girls."

"Nah, I'm good." Chase passed me the blunt and went back inside. I knew he wouldn’t hook up with any of her ratchet ass friends. My boy was quiet so hooking up with a loud mouth chick was not in his future.

 

Burgundy

 

I had the worst hangover the next day with little memory of what happened. I glanced at the clock, and it was after twelve. I figured Spring was at church, because the house was quiet. I went downstairs to get some orange juice and saw her watching a movie on Lifetime.

"Well, look who's up?"

"I have the worst hangover right now." I laid on the couch next to her.

"You should. All that shit you were drinking. I told you not to mix dark and clear liquor. Trying to be rough and impress that dude."

"Girl, please. Wasn't anybody trying to impress him."

"I can't tell. Y'all damn near fucked on the dance floor and at the truck." I covered my mouth, and she laughed.

"He's going to think I'm a ho."

"Probably." She said, crunching loud as hell on some chips.

"Oh, well. At least I didn't sleep with him."

"Yea. Anyway, somebody called your phone twice from the same number this morning."

"Who was it?"

"I don't know. I just looked at the number but didn’t answer it.” She passed me my phone. There was no text or voicemails. I dialed the number back to see who it was.

"I see you made it home safe." His sexy ass said through the phone.

"Yes I did."

"How are you feeling?"

"I have a hangover, but I'm good."

"That sucks. So I guess that means you're stuck inside today."

"I didn't have any plans anyway, so it's ok."

"That's good to hear. Do you think you can hang it out with me at the courts? It's supposed to be 70 degrees today, and we all meeting up for a game."

"Ugh. Sure. What time, and can I bring my sister?" She was shaking her head no. He told me to bring her and to meet them around two. I put on some black leggings, a red sweater, and some riding boots. My sister wore some jeans that were torn in certain spots, a tight black shirt that showed a little cleavage, and some ankle boots. She cursed me out the entire way for inviting her. We pulled my black Porsche truck in one of the parking spots. It was beyond packed.

"I'm not staying long. It's too many niggas, and you know that means bullshit." Spring said stepping out.

My sister and I loved thug niggas; even though we were lawyers, that was what we wanted. It was something about their swag and how they put it down in the bedroom. Well, some of them anyway. There was a hot dog cart out, so she and I both grabbed a soda and chips. There were a few seats open on the bleachers in front of some chicks.

Spring and I knew better so we stood against the fence watching. Monty was on the court and smiled when he noticed me. Monty was almost a twin of Trey Songs. Even his smile was just as perfect. He came over to where we stood and leaned over me.

"You look good, Ma." The way the sweat was dripping on his body had me wishing I were under him.

"Thanks."

"Not too much to say today without the liquor, huh?" He started laughing.

"Ha, ha, ha. Whatever."

"Your smile is contagious." He told me smiling and reaching in for a kiss. I backed away a bit, because it seemed like all eyes were on us. "Girl, come here." His pointer finger lifted my chin, and he planted a soft kiss on my lips. "My tongue misses you. We need to set up a play date for them." He bounced the ball in front of him.

              "That's cute. Where did you get that line from?"

"It's no line, baby girl. I'm going to always be straight with you. And I like kissing you, too." He placed another one on my cheek and went back to finish his game.

"Ugh, his tongue misses you. I have never heard that." Spring said grinning. Her facial expression changed which made me turn around. Some dusty looking chick was walking towards us.

"How long have you been messing with Monty?" I looked her up and down before I laughed. "I don't see anything funny." This girl had nothing on me in the looks department. Her clothes seemed decent, but her ratchetness showed as soon as she opened her mouth.

"Sweetie, no one over here messes with him."

"Well, sweetie." She mocked me. "That's my man. I don't take kind to chicks coming in my territory trying to take what's mine." Her arms were folded and her neck was swinging.

"You can have your man. I'm just here just like the rest of these people watching a game."

"I've never seen you here before."

"Oh, you know everyone here?"

"I didn’t say that."

"Then, how do you know if I ever been here or not?"

"Bourgeois bitches don't come on this side of town. Does that answer your question?" She started getting loud.

"Bourgeois. Why am I bourgeois? Is it because I drive a nice car, or because my shoes cost more than your outfit? You probably think my eyes are fake, and that I think I'm better than you."

"That about sums it up."

"Let me tell you something, and listen clearly so I don't have to repeat myself. Don't let my expensive taste fool you. I’ve been waiting to bring my ghettoness out for a while. It's bitches like you that can't stand to see another woman more successful than her. Honey, I came from the projects just like the next chick; the only difference is I made it out. So don't downplay how hard I worked to get where I am, because you sit at home on your lazy ass waiting for a nigga to take care of you. Newsflash boo; it's 2016… a man wants to see his woman standing by his side making just as much money, if not more."

I looked at my sister, and we both agreed by eye contact that it was time to go. The second we got to the truck, this bitch started talking shit. The spectators were watching with a few people taping to see what would happen. I saw Monty drinking a bottle of water staring at me. My phone rang 30 seconds later.

"You know you sexy as hell when you can put a bitch in her place without acting a fool?" Spring just shook her head looking down at her phone. He was on my Bluetooth through my truck.

"Yea, well she's lucky, because I don't tolerate disrespect well at all… from anyone."

"I see. What's up? Can I see you tonight?"

"I don't think that's a good idea. I have to prepare myself for tomorrow, and you have things to handle." I told him referring to that chick.

"I'll hit you up later then."

I disconnected the call. He was sexy and all, but who feels like dealing with all that? The next day, I was sitting in my office on a conference call when my secretary stepped in with a sticky note. I shook my head and placed the call on mute. He came in wearing some dark blue jeans, a black sweater, Giuseppe sneakers, and a pair of Tom Ford shades that sat on top of his head. There were diamonds shining in his ear. I pointed to the chair in front of my desk for him to take a seat.

"Hey lawyer friend." He came around the desk and placed a kiss on my lips. The cologne he wore smelled so good I could sniff him all day.

"How are you? What brings you by, and how did you know where I worked?"

"Here's your folder, and your business card is in there with your information. What? I can't come by and see my future girl?" I laughed, as I put my finger up and unmuted the phone to chime in.

"Yes, Mr. Williams, and we can't wait to do business with you as well." I said my goodbye and hung the phone up. His back was leaning against the window, and I was in between him.

"It's about time that man got with the program." My sister came busting through the door. Both of us let go of one another.

"My bad. I didn't know you had company."

"I just got here. Congratulations on whatever just happened. I'll see you later, Ma." He walked out of the office.

"B, what's up with that?"

"I don't know. He popped up to drop off this folder."

"You like him, don't you?"

"Yea, but I'm not beat for him and that girl’s nonsense. She'll make me go to jail and lose my shit over beating that ass."

"Then don't let her. If you feeling him, see where it takes you. If you just trying to get fucked, then do that too, but don't hold back because some chicken head is trying to wife a nigga. He doesn't seem to be too beat about her if he keeps sniffing around you."

What she said made sense. All I could do was go with the flow and see what happens from there.

 

Spring

 

Today, B and I were having a BBQ just because. We threw one once a month if the weather was good. She didn't feel like cooking, so we had Bella’s pizzeria and Tuzzios cater the food. The DJ was playing old and new school, and the liquor was overflowing. There were people from my job, a few from my college, and some clients. It was going smooth while B and I were smoking on the hookahs, when Monty and a few other dudes strolled up.

"Hey Monty." I spoke to him as he handed me some pineapple Ciroc and weed. A huge grin went across my face.

"This is Chase, Hitta, Star, and you know Javon." We both rolled our eyes at one another.

"Yo, can I use your bathroom?" The dude Chase said. This nigga look straight up like August Alsina, goatee, smile, and all. I don't know if it was the liquor or what, but dude had a hold on me when he spoke.

Yea. Let me show you where it's at." I opened the screen on the deck and closed it when he stepped in. He followed me to the back, and I pointed to the bathroom.

"Thanks, Ma."
Damn, did they call everyone, Ma?
Monty says the same shit to B. I have to admit, it sounds better coming out of Chase’s mouth though.

"You have a nice house." He said scaring me. I was grabbing some trays out the kitchen.

"Thanks. So you and Monty are friends, huh?" I had him help me take the trays out.

"Yea, since we were young. What about you? Is it only you and your sister, or do you have friends?"

"Just us two. I have one or two friends; the rest are more associates." He and I spoke throughout the night. Everyone started leaving around ten. B and I brought the food in, wrapped it up, and went to clean up outside. We hated cleaning up the next day.

"I'm about to go y'all." Javon told them. I walked him and Hitta to the door.

"Look, Spring. My bad for disrespecting you. I figured you were a hood rat like the rest of these chicks. I got mad respect for you and your sister and your hustle."

"Ok. I accept your apology, and I apologize on behalf of my sister and for grabbing your nuts and pulling a gun out on you. If you hang around us long enough, you'll see that just because we work, don't mean we ain't cool." He gave me a hug and left.

"Isn't that sweet.” B said, and the other two laughed.

              “I’ll be back.” I went to take a shower and when I came back Chase was sitting there alone.

“I see they left you by yourself huh?”

"Nah, they are on the back porch smoking."

"Why you don't have a man?"

"Well, just get straight to it, huh?"

"Yea, what's the use in beating around the bush? Just takes longer to get to the question you been trying to ask."

"There's no reason I don't have one besides I haven't found one to keep me interested long enough."

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