When You Know It's Real: Siah and Nonie (9 page)

It had been over a week since I had seen Nonie, and I missed baby girl, but this was our norm. We were good to kick it for a few days, and then I fell right back into my ways. Like right now, I had Chanel on my lap while I was damn near in her chest, but all I could think about was my baby girl. Nonie was heavy on my mind. I was that nigga, and unfortunately I got around a lot, but she had a way of consuming me without even trying.

I felt Chanel lean into my chest just before her lips touched mine, which made me quickly yank my head back.
The fuck she thinking trying to kiss me and shit?
That was a definite no, no. Females be sucking dick on the regular, trust me, I was a willing participant. So I didn't want their lips anywhere near mine. That was dead.

“Come on, ma, don't fuck up my vibe with that shit,” I said, grabbing a handful of her hair as she circled her hips against mine.

“Sorry, baby, I just got caught up.” She placed her hands on my chest and began bouncing on my lap to make up for her fuck up, and she easily had me forgetting all about it. Her muscles were gripping my man so tight that she was damn near pulling my nut right up out of him.

“Fuck, Chanel, keep it right there, baby, I feel it coming so you better hurry up and get yours, ma.” I gripped her hair tighter while using my free hand to hold her in place. My eyes moved across her breasts, which were bouncing along with her. I bit down into my lip, let my head fall back and tried to concentrate on busting a big one. It didn't take long because Chanel was working overtime to make sure she got hers too, and the second she yelled out and fell into my chest, my arms circled her body and I released everything I had, filling my condom.

We were both still for a minute until I was recovered and my hand slapped her thigh, signaling for her to get up. It was only about a quick nut for me, and I wasn't on any of that cuddling shit, so I wanted her body off my chest. Fuck, I just wanted her gone.

“It’s like that, Siah?” She snapped when she realized I was done with her.

“Come on, you know what it is, and you know why you were here. You got yours and I got mine. I have shit to do, Chanel.”

“You so damn insensitive, I swear.”

Chanel moved her body from mine, but didn't stop there. She dropped to her knees and removed the condom that I was wearing and took my softening member into her mouth. It immediately reacted because her mouth felt good as hell wrapped around it. My hand went through her hair while I watched her lips slide up and down until my door opened and Jock walked in while looking down at his phone.

“Damn, can't your ass knock?” I asked, looking up at him. “Fuck, Chanel, be careful, ma.” I jumped a little when her hand gripped my balls too hard.

Jock looked at me strangely because I was sitting behind my desk and he couldn't see the lower half of my body with Chanel’s mouth attached to it, but he knew something was up.

“The fuck, Siah? You got a bitch under your desk?” Jock asked but made sure to stop in the center of my office just in case.

“Get up, Chanel. We’re done here,” I said, not really wanting her to stop, but I had business to handle with Jock.

“Really, Siah?” She surfaced from under my desk, butt ass naked and stepped around my chair like Jock wasn't even in the room.

“Yo, calm all that down, go get me a washcloth out the bathroom.” I pointed toward the bathroom that was in my office and Chanel obeyed, not bothering to cover up one inch of her body. Jock watched her, grinning until she returned from the bathroom with a washcloth in her hand that she tried to use on me, but I snatched it from her. “I got it. Get dressed, ma.”

After I cleaned myself, I leaned back enough to get my jeans up around my waist again, careful not to expose myself to Jock, who had his eyes on Chanel the entire time anyway.

“You can come check me out when I’m done in here if you want, baby girl,” Jock said after Chanel had her dress back on and was digging through her purse.

“Fuck you, Jock.”

“Bitch, ain't that what I just said?” Jock stated with a grin.

“Yo, stop fucking with her, Jock.”

“Siah, can I at least get a few dollars since you got your boy in here eye fucking me. That’s some disrespectful type shit, Siah,” Chanel snapped.

“Man gone with that. I see your ass didn't try to hide shit, so you must have wanted that nigga to be all up your ass.”

I opened my drawer and grabbed a stack of money, pulled a few hundreds off and tossed them on my desk. She eyed me hard as fuck, likely because she wanted more, but fuck her. I wasn't a got damn ATM. Regardless of how she was feeling about it, she took it though, and then left my office with a fucking attitude. This was that shit that I didn't like. Females be wanting to fuck for money but then get mad when you don't respect them. How the fuck you gon’ get mad if I treat you like a prostitute, but you acting like one?

“You know you ain't shit for that.”

“For what?” I asked after placing my money back into my drawer.

“For not telling that hoe to suck my dick too.” Jock laughed before he sat down in front of my desk.

“Shut the fuck up. I ain't no damn pimp, and you got your own hoes.”

“I’m just saying though, she was here.” Jock shrugged. His goofy ass was serious.

“What’s up, Jock? What you got for me?” I wasn't about to go there with his retarded ass.

“I got shit under control out in Irvington, but we still need to figure out this sale shit. Newark is a multipurpose. We have a little of everything coming out of there, but all our other locations are specific with sales. If we break up Newark and have it a little more spread out, then we can probably control that shit a little better. You feel me? Like focus on certain products in certain areas.”

I leaned back and rubbed my chin, thinking about what he was saying. It would make it easier to keep up with what was moving and where, but I didn’t want to change things too much to where customers would have to search for what they wanted.

“You think that’s a good idea? Certain people look for certain things. We lose sales if they have to do a seek and find.”

“True, but we’ll make sure we transition well, and they’ll always have what they need. It’s just an idea though, but I think it will work.”

“I’m down with it, if you think it will work. Anything to make shit run better, you know me.”

“Aight then, I’ll look into it. What’s good for tonight though? We rolling through Spotlight? You know Nonie and Kizzie got a joint there tonight.”

“Don't act like your ass ain’t running through there with or without me, but yeah we’re going. It's been a minute and I need to see Nonie.”

“Yeah, nigga, I bet you do. Got random hoes under your desk and shit.”

“Mind your business, Jock. Me and Nonie got our own thing. What’s up with Kizzie, though? She said anything to you about us seeing her so called man hugged up with another female while we were in New York.”

“Hell no. She still pretending like they all good and shit. I’ll let her have that for a minute, but then I’m calling her on it. She gon’ fuck around and make me walk.”

“Yeah, aight. You talk a good game, bruh, but Kizze got your ass by the balls and you know it.”

Jock’s stupid ass grinned before he laughed randomly. “You’re right, but she don't know that shit, and she ain't gon’ know it until she gets her damn head right.”

“What the fuck ever.”

“I’m telling you, Siah, just watch, but I’m out though. I need to run through a few spots before we head out tonight. You driving?”

“Not sure yet, but I’ll let you know.”

“Man, we already know the answer to that shit. You gon’ be lit the fuck up, but I’ll hit you before I swing through.”

I just laughed. Jock was right. The chance of me being in the club and not being lit was slim. But who knows? I might just chill tonight.

*****

I sat in VIP with Jock and a few of my people chilling, and watching Nonie do her thing. Pretty was killing it as always, but that was to be expected. Nonie was about her business, and I loved that about her. She had a nigga proud and that was hard for anybody to do, especially a female.

Most of the shorties I dealt with were all about what I could do for them and not about what they could do for their damn selves. That shit was just unheard of, and since my pockets were deep, I came across the worst of the worst on some gold digging type shit.

“Siah, you want some company? You look good tonight baby?”

I looked up into Corin’s face and then down her body. Her curves stood out as the black leather strapless dress she wore hung on for dear life. I wasn't trying to chill with her on that type of level, but I was seriously debating taking her into one of the private bathrooms and bending her over the sink. That was until I looked up and caught the frown on Nonie’s face. She looked right at me as if she knew exactly what I was thinking. I chuckled to myself as my tongue glided across my lips.

“Nah, I’m good, but ’preciate the offer, though. I’m just chilling tonight.” I leaned forward and grabbed the bottle of Hennessy that was on the table in front of me before turning it up and then lowering it into my lap as I stretched my other arm across the back of the sofa.

“Damn, Siah, it's like that? I thought for sure you'd be ready for a good time.”

“Always ready, baby girl, just not with you and not tonight. Like I said, I’m chilling.”

I nodded toward Sims who walked up to Corin and politely guided her out of our section just in time, because Nonie was walking up.

I smiled as she passed by Corin, giving her a nastiest look before her eyes locked on mine. She sat down next to me on the sofa, but on the edge until I pulled her back into my side and lowered my arm around her shoulder. She smelled so damn good, but she always did.

“Why you checking shorty like that, Pretty? I sent her away, so there’s no need to be hateful.”

“I'm not worried about Corin’s hoe ass, and I’m not being hateful.”

“Yes, you are, but it’s cool, though.”

“Whatever, Siah. I just came to speak, but I have work to do, so I’ll catch you later if you don't get too busy.”

I chuckled and leaned in so that I could kiss her on the neck. She reacted the same way she always did, and instantly looked around to see who had eyes on us. It didn't matter though, well not to me anyway. She cared because she knew Royce’s bitch ass was in here somewhere, but I saw him pushing up on some other hoe earlier, so fuck him. Even if he was alone, I still wouldn't have had any fucks to give.

“I’m going home with you tonight, so fuck everybody else in here,” I said, just before I grabbed her chin and pulled her into a kiss, which she quickly backed away from.

“Siah, don’t do that.”

“Why not, Nonie? You the only one who cares what other people think. I don't give a fuck and you know it. If I wanna kiss you, I will.”

Jock laughed and Nonie leaned forward enough to punch him in the arm.

“Don't hit me ’cause you mad that nigga telling the truth. But where Kiz at though, Nonie?”

“She’s where she’s at. You wanna know, go find her,” Nonie said, peering at Jock before she turned back to me.

“I have to go. Have fun.”

“Don't forget what said. I’m going home with you tonight, Nonie.”

She waved me off and walked out as Jock yelled after her. “Yo, tell Kizzie to come see me. Nonie, don't forget.”

She threw her hand in the air and shot him a bird without looking back at him.

“Yo, she be on some shit, Siah. You need to get right with her so she can calm that funky ass attitude down.” Jock lifted a bottle of Ace to his lips and turned it up.

“That's on you. She don't have an attitude with me, and I’m with her. If you wanna know where Kizze is, get your ass up and go find her.”

“Fuck you, Siah. I got this.”

“Apparently not,” I said.

“Why the fuck you keep following me, nigga? I told you I didn't know that shit. Let it go, Jamar. If that’s your girl then go be with her instead of following me, telling me shit I don't give a fuck about.”

I looked up just in time to see and hear Royce yell as he entered our VIP area. He looked annoyed as hell, with Jamar right behind him, looking like he was about to cry.

“That’s some fucked up shit, Royce. Don't act like you didn't know. You’ve seen me with her plenty of times.

Royce turned to Jamar and shoved him back, after he walked up on him. “Nigga, just ’cause I've seen you in the same building at the same muthafucking time don’t mean I’ve seen you with her. I fucked her. Get over it.”

“The fuck wrong with you two? Y'all killing my vibe up in here and shit,” Jock said and I laughed at his stupid ass.

It wasn't anything for these fools to be beefing over female, so I wasn't moved by any of it. In fact, it was funny as shit to watch.

“He took my girl in the bathroom and fucked her.” Jamar was drunk as hell, barely keeping his balance and slurring his words.

“The fuck you mad at him for? She went with him, right? You need to get in her shit, not his,” Jock said, serious as hell, which pissed Jamar off and made Royce laugh.