even going to attempt to get rid of this one myself. “X!” I yell, extricating myself from her clinging grasp. “Will you make sure…” I pause, unsure if we’ve been introduced before or not. “Jaycee,” she says helpfully, putting her hands back on my chest.
“Will you make sure Jaycee gets home, please?” I ask, turning my head and giving him a look that says this isn’t really a request, even if it sounds like one.
“Sure, bro,” he says, walking toward us while dragging his conquest for the night behind him. He fist-bumps me with his free hand and then takes hold of Jaycee’s hand, pulling her toward the door.
“Wait, hold up,” she says, yanking her hand away. Oh shit , here we go . “You were with that skank,” she says, pointing toward the front door where my latest conquest obviously walked out, “but you don’t want this ,” she says, indicating her own body.
“Babe, that ain’t it,” I say, swallowing a sigh. “I gotta work out, that’s all. You know, keep all this, ” I say, pointing to my hard abs, “tight and toned, for ladies like yourself.”
“So you’d rather work out than fuck me, is that what you’re sayin’?” Classy.
And yeah, that’s exactly what I’m saying, but since I’d like to avoid getting a knee to the nuts, I answer carefully. “Nah, sweetheart. Xavier here’ll get you home tonight, and tomorrow I’ll be good and ready for you,” I say, pointing to the space between her surgically-enhanced breasts. Yeah-fucking-right , I think.
He grabs her hand again with a huge smile on his face. “Sho’ enough, sweetheart,” he says smoothly, “I’ll get ya home alright.” Something tells me Xavier will be thanking me tomorrow. The wink he throws my way before turning around confirms my thoughts. “They don’t call me Triple XXX for nothing,” he says and I roll my eyes. Whatever—I’m just glad he’s getting her the fuck out of here.
After the front door closes, I lean against the refrigerator, closing my eyes and releasing the sigh I’ve been holding in. Hopefully that is the last I’ve seen of Jaycee , since I have no intention of seeing her tomorrow, or ever again if I can help it.
“You headed to the gym for real, cuz?” I snap my eyes open, having forgotten that Dre is still here.
“Yeah, bro…gotta burn off some steam. You down?” I ask, even though I’d rather work out alone. My cousin’s cool as shit, but I still need a break from him from time to time.
“Nah, I’m fucked up, bro,” he says, but before I can give him my usual lecture, adds, “but you’re gonna need that workout when you hear what I gotta say,” he says.
“Aw shit, bro, don’t tell me your dad needs money again already,” I respond. There are a lot of great causes out there, but supporting my uncle’s habits isn’t one of them.
“Nah,” he says, not jumping to his dad’s defense. I’m not surprised—the man screwed around with Dre’s life way longer than he did mine. “Just that I talked to Jay before he left, and he’s squeezin’ in some studio time tomorrow with that country chick. Said we gotta get this shit done before you both head out of town. Turns out she had an opening in her schedule and you had a cancellation.”
I don’t even know what I was supposed to be doing, but regardless, I’m glad that I had a gap open up. The thought of spending a couple more hours with that girl doesn’t exactly turn me off. Dre cocks his head at me and I realize that I’m just standing here like a fool, not saying anything.
“Better to get it over with,” I say and quickly snatch my headphones off the kitchen counter.
“I know that’s right,” he says. “I missed the session earlier today, but I heard that Country was smokin ’…for a white girl anyway.” He raises an eyebrow at me, obviously looking to get some kind of reaction.
“I’m hitting the gym,” I respond, feeling unwelcome irritation, especially hearing that my boys were
“Will you make sure Jaycee gets home, please?” I ask, turning my head and giving him a look that says this isn’t really a request, even if it sounds like one.
“Sure, bro,” he says, walking toward us while dragging his conquest for the night behind him. He fist-bumps me with his free hand and then takes hold of Jaycee’s hand, pulling her toward the door.
“Wait, hold up,” she says, yanking her hand away. Oh shit , here we go . “You were with that skank,” she says, pointing toward the front door where my latest conquest obviously walked out, “but you don’t want this ,” she says, indicating her own body.
“Babe, that ain’t it,” I say, swallowing a sigh. “I gotta work out, that’s all. You know, keep all this, ” I say, pointing to my hard abs, “tight and toned, for ladies like yourself.”
“So you’d rather work out than fuck me, is that what you’re sayin’?” Classy.
And yeah, that’s exactly what I’m saying, but since I’d like to avoid getting a knee to the nuts, I answer carefully. “Nah, sweetheart. Xavier here’ll get you home tonight, and tomorrow I’ll be good and ready for you,” I say, pointing to the space between her surgically-enhanced breasts. Yeah-fucking-right , I think.
He grabs her hand again with a huge smile on his face. “Sho’ enough, sweetheart,” he says smoothly, “I’ll get ya home alright.” Something tells me Xavier will be thanking me tomorrow. The wink he throws my way before turning around confirms my thoughts. “They don’t call me Triple XXX for nothing,” he says and I roll my eyes. Whatever—I’m just glad he’s getting her the fuck out of here.
After the front door closes, I lean against the refrigerator, closing my eyes and releasing the sigh I’ve been holding in. Hopefully that is the last I’ve seen of Jaycee , since I have no intention of seeing her tomorrow, or ever again if I can help it.
“You headed to the gym for real, cuz?” I snap my eyes open, having forgotten that Dre is still here.
“Yeah, bro…gotta burn off some steam. You down?” I ask, even though I’d rather work out alone. My cousin’s cool as shit, but I still need a break from him from time to time.
“Nah, I’m fucked up, bro,” he says, but before I can give him my usual lecture, adds, “but you’re gonna need that workout when you hear what I gotta say,” he says.
“Aw shit, bro, don’t tell me your dad needs money again already,” I respond. There are a lot of great causes out there, but supporting my uncle’s habits isn’t one of them.
“Nah,” he says, not jumping to his dad’s defense. I’m not surprised—the man screwed around with Dre’s life way longer than he did mine. “Just that I talked to Jay before he left, and he’s squeezin’ in some studio time tomorrow with that country chick. Said we gotta get this shit done before you both head out of town. Turns out she had an opening in her schedule and you had a cancellation.”
I don’t even know what I was supposed to be doing, but regardless, I’m glad that I had a gap open up. The thought of spending a couple more hours with that girl doesn’t exactly turn me off. Dre cocks his head at me and I realize that I’m just standing here like a fool, not saying anything.
“Better to get it over with,” I say and quickly snatch my headphones off the kitchen counter.
“I know that’s right,” he says. “I missed the session earlier today, but I heard that Country was smokin ’…for a white girl anyway.” He raises an eyebrow at me, obviously looking to get some kind of reaction.
“I’m hitting the gym,” I respond, feeling unwelcome irritation, especially hearing that my boys were
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