Loving Angel (23 page)

“
Don’t know a woman it doesn’t work on,” Ronny agreed.

“
Don’t give that girl any problems while she’s pregnant,” Pop’s advice. He loved my girl. She would sometimes drop by the house to have lunch with him. The two of them got along great.

I saluted him.
“I hear you.”

On my way home I stopped by the flower shop and picked up a dozen roses and then went all the way up to Harlem and got my girl some soup from Kit
’s spot. When I was leaving the restaurant I ran into him.

“
What’s up,” he asked giving me a pound.

“
I dropped by to grab my girl some stew peas soup.” I indicated the bag in my hand.

“
That’s what’s up. Haven’t seen her stop by lately and I know how she loves that stuff.”

“
She’s busy with school and shit; Getting things ready for the baby.”

“
Word, that’s your first right?” He was all inquisitive and shit today.

“
Yeah,” I replied, trying to figure what was going on inside his head. “I’m throwing a New Year’s Eve party at my club Excellence, you should drop by. I’ll put your name on the V.I.P list.” The best way to observe a nigga’s true colors is to get him all relaxed and shit ergo the invitation.

“
A’ight, I’ll pass through.”

We said our goodbyes and I jumped into my ride and headed home. Earlier, before I went to the meeting I
had stopped at Tiffany and picked up a platinum charm bracelet I had ordered previously for my girl. So far it had four charms on it, a clover for luck, a baby carriage for little shorty, a teddy bear because my girl thought they were cute and of course a heart representing how much I loved her.

When I got home she was in the bathroom taking a shower so I laid the roses on her pillow with the jewelry box under it and then went to the kitchen and dished
out a bowl of the soup for her and placed it on the bedside table with a spoon. When she came into the bedroom wrapped in a towel, I had the coco butter she was always rubbing on her belly to prevent stretch marks in hand.

“
I got you Sexy,” I said, as I undid her towel. I squeezed a generous amount of the cream in hand and rubbed it all over her growing belly.

She was so damn beautiful, I didn
’t know how I ended up with her, but every day I was thankful. One day I remember just wanting to hit it because she was so fucking fine, the next I remember wanting her to carry my baby because I liked what was on the inside too, and the next thing I knew I was feeling like she was an intricate part of me I couldn’t live without.

“
Grab your pajamas, your nigga also got you some soup,” I told her when I was done.

She smiled and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.
“Thanks bay.”

While she was getting dressed, I undressed down to my boxers and got in bed. She was getting ready to join me when she saw the roses.

“Flowers too.” She was taking a whiff of them when she discovered the box. She picked it up with a huge grin on her face and opened it. “Oh my God bay, I love It.” she crawled onto the bed and kissed me all over my face. That was her way of saying thanks when she was real appreciative. “Put it on for me.” She handed me the charm bracelet and I wrapped it around her wrist and clasped the lock. “Thank you so much again baby, you did real good. I’m gonna put it on you real good tonight.” She smirked and then sat back against the headboard enjoying her soup, while making sounds of delight.

Mission accomplished. I knew I was out of the dog house now.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

ANGEL

It was New Year
’s Eve and I was sitting in the V.I.P with Tyga, Daisy, Delco, the dudes from my bay’s crew and a bunch of bird heads that were hanging around the guys. Our light drinkers were sipping on Cristal or Ace of Spades while those who wanted something stronger were enjoying Ciroc with lemonade or White Remy with cranberry juice. Some of the guys were passing around blunts of some real high-grade weed while others were puffing on Cubans.

I was just sitting back relaxing, sipping a glass of cranberry juice while I listened to the music
and waited for the new year to roll in.

“
I swear that bitch is mean mugging you,” Daisy whispered in my ear. She was more than a little drunk so the chances of there actually being a bitch grilling me were fifty-fifty.

“
Which bitch?” I asked looking around the almost packed semi-dark room.

“
The little dark skin waitress with the extra big booty standing over there,” she nodded towards said waitress.

I zeroed in on the bitch and damn if she wasn
’t glaring at me. She had a nice ass but that was about it. Her weave was busted, she needed to hit Theresa up for a hook-up and her mouth was too big.

“
You’re right,” I agreed with my cousin. “Bitch really is trying to stare a hole through me.”

“
Told you; call her over and find out what’s her deal.”

I signaled the waitress
like I wanted another drink. “You got a problem with me or something?” I inquired when she was standing before me.

“
Why would I have a problem with you?” she asked in a surprised voice, trying to look all innocent, but that shit wasn’t working.

“
Well, let me see. Maybe it’s because you keep staring at me from across the room, if you’re lesbian or something I don’t do women.” Daisy started coughing behind her hand but I knew it was a ploy to hide the fact that she was cracking up.

The waitress gave me a tight smile.
“I was just admiring your weave. It looks great.” I knew my shit was tight, because Theresa hooked a bitch up real good with some Shirley Temple curls, but I knew that wasn’t why the bitch was looking at me.

“
Thanks, but this isn’t a weave, it’s all real up in here. If you want I can give you my stylist’s number and she can hook you up with a weave that looks just like this.” I usually didn’t like hating ass bitches gong where I went, but she really needed a hair intervention so I was giving her a special dispensation.

“
Thanks but I’m good,” she said with another of her fake ass smiles. “I should get back to work.”

Daisy started laughing hard as soon as she walked off.
“Damn bitch, you ain’t fucking around tonight.”

I usually wasn
’t so mean to bitches for just looking at me because otherwise I would have had to be mean to almost all bitches I come in contact with, but she was just looking at me with something in her eyes that I couldn’t put my finger on but I knew I didn’t like.

“
What was that about?” Tyga inquired. He had been talking with his friends but my little conversation with the waitress seemed to have caught his attention.

“
What was what about?” I gave him an innocent wide eyed look.

“
You and the waitress.” He wrapped his arm around me and kissed my neck.

“
She kept glaring at me and I wanted to know why,” I explained.

“
What did she say?”

“
She was checking out my weave.”

He ran his fingers thr
ough my hair. “I love your hair too.”

I s
lapped his hand away. “You’re messing my shit up.”

“
What I want to do is get your ass home and you’ll see just how messed up your hair can get.” He bit me on the ear lobe, and then sucked it into his mouth.

I was about to deliver a comeback when I spotted Boss and Keya walking hand in hand up in the V.I.P.
“Oh hell to the fucking no!”

Tyga
and Daisy followed my line of sight and saw them also.

“
What’s she doing here with him?” Daisy questioned in disbelief.

“
Don’t start anything,” my bay warned me. I gave him a look of incredulity. “First thing you’re pregnant and second I don’t want anyone to have a reason to call the cops up in here.”

“
What’s up guys?” Keya greeted us like she hadn’t slept with my ex, tried to sleep with my man and wasn’t traipsing up into the club hand in hand with my mother’s man.

“
Bitch is you serious?” I asked her indignantly. Because I was seriously beginning to realize she had more than a few screws loose.

“
No need to get all huffy Angel, I was just saying hi, after all we’re still family.” She flipped her weave over her shoulder.

“
Don’t let anybody hear you say that,” Daisy advised. “People might start thinking we’re hoes too. I see you’ve moved on to another family member’s man.”

Keya rolled her eyes.
“Whatever.” She dismissed what her sister said with a roll of her eyes.

“
Why do your women have to be so hostile?” Boss asked Tyga and Delco. “We’re all here to have fun tonight.” Homeboy was looking both drunk and high, so I understood why he asked that question. He and Keya grabbed a couple of seats and glasses of liquor. They jumped into the conversation that was going on between Tyga’s crew and their girls as if they were all long lost friends.

“
Chill,” Tyga whispered in my ear.

I wanted to snap at him that he should chill but I kept my mouth shut.
“I’m going to run to the bathroom, my bladder is a little full,” I whispered back instead.

“
Use the one in my office, I’ll text the manager and tell him to open the door for you.” He removed his phone from his jacket pocket and sent the text.

“
Thanks bay, because I know these lines must be long tonight.”

“
He said he’s unlocking it for you, so when you’re ready its open.”

“
Where’re you going?” Daisy asked when I got up.

“
I’m just gonna run to the little girl’s room.”

“
You want me to come with?” she was all cozied up to Delco and he was whispering things in her ear that were making her giggle.

“
Nah, I’m good. I’m using the one in the office so I won’t be long.” I didn’t want to disturb their thing.

I made my way through the club to the back where my bay
’s office was located and as promised the door was open. I took care of business and touched up my makeup. I was leaving the hallway that lead from the backdoor to the main club area when someone grabbed me by the arm, I looked over my shoulder and was about to deliver a verbal assault on my assailant when I realized it was Kitsune.

“
I was calling you but you didn’t hear me,” he explained, he had to say it twice because the music was very loud. He took me by the hand and led me partially down the hallway where it was less noisy.

“
You look sexy as hell tonight,” he complimented, as he appraised my appearance. I was wearing a teal green Versace dress that showed off a lot of breast, ass and legs and with the four inch heeled Red bottoms I was wearing my legs looked extremely long.

“
Thanks.” I was blushing at the look in his eyes. It was a look that said he liked what he saw and wanted some of it. He was looking damn good also. He was rocking an Armani suit and probably had every female in the club wetting themselves just looking at him.

“
I was just up in the V.I.P with your man, but someone from my party had to leave because of an emergency, so I walked them to the door.”

“
I was just about to head back there when you stopped me.”

“
Word. I haven’t seen you stop by the restaurant lately, you don’t like my sister’s soup anymore?” he joked.

“
Nah, I still love it, but I just haven’t gotten the time to come up that way lately,” I fibbed. The truth was Tyga forbade me to go there anymore, mainly because of Kit and here I was talking to him alone in a partly dark hallway. My bay would not be happy at this little scene. “We should get back to the party, it’s almost midnight.”

“
Why the rush ma, chill for a minute, we still got some time.” He held onto my arm so I couldn’t leave. I didn’t like the way our skin to skin contact made my body tingle pleasurably and my heart beat faster. I looked up at him with a look of impatience. Yeah he was fine as hell, but I already had a man so I wasn’t in need of another. “You still got my card?”

“
Yeah.” That was another lie; I threw it away the same day he gave it to me because it was too much of a temptation.