laughed.
It felt good to be around my niggas. Jerk was a nigga
we had met in college. He was from the Bay and had moved to
Michigan to go to Eastern on a scholarship. His real name was Cole
Spencer, but he was such an asshole that all the females on campus
gave him the nickname and it stuck. Tyler was my brother’s best
friend from the hood. We all grew up together, and when Grey made
the move to L.A., he encouraged Tyler to roll with him. He wasn't a
street nigga at all but you couldn't tell when he was hanging with
us. This nigga Tyler was as ratchet as they came, but he turned
that shit off quick, fast, and in a hurry when it came to work. He
was one of the top engineers at Toyota and was definitely about his
coins.
I slammed back all five of the Remy V shots that they
had poured for me, and we left the house. We decided to take two
cars to South Beach, so Grey and I hopped into my Range Rover and
Tyler and Jerk got into Tyler’s black 2015 Jaquar XK.
We made it to the club twenty minutes later, and
there was a line down the block going both ways on the street. The
valet greeted the boss and skated past the security, up the
elevator, and into the club. My brother had that shit rocking! It
was wall to wall people, beautiful bartenders, and bottle girls,
and the DJ was going in. It was fine ass girls all over the place
in every different shape and color, like a fucking buffet. I was
ready to dive in. What I wasn’t ready for was the tap that landed
on my shoulder.
“Fancy running into you here.”
Aw, shit. I knew that voice anywhere. I turned around
and came face to face with my ex, Vicious. I just knew tonight was
going to get crazy.
Blu
July 2014
I was mad annoyed. I had planned on doing nothing but
propping my feet up and surfing Netflix in my pj’s, but Nakami had
stormed up in my condo, breathing fire and raging on about some
fight with Grey. I halfway listened as she ranted on and on.
“Blu! Earth to Blu! What the fuck?! Are you even
listening?”
“Honestly, I tuned you out after you said you
bleached his clothes. What is wrong with you?” I threw the remote
control onto the couch and walked to my kitchen. I grabbed a bottle
of Arbor Mist Peach Moscato out of the wine cooler and a glass out
of the cabinet.
I was over hearing her talk about Grey. If she wasn’t
dick riding and going on and on about how special and perfect he
was, she was losing her damn mind trying to catch him in a lie or
with some other chick. I know that her last relationship didn’t end
well, but damn! She needed to ease up.
“Ain't nothing wrong with me! He’s the one with the
problem,” she pouted as she picked up her phone.
“Kami, you got to chill. Ya’ll have been dating for
two months, and you already destroying his property? You’re going
to lose him if you keep this shit up.”
Everything I said went out in one ear and out the
other. “Oh, so he out partying, huh?”
“What?”
“The gps I put on his phone...”
I cut her off. “You put a tracker on his phone?”
“Yes. And when he left his house, he went to the mall
and then back to Kimani’s so-”
I cut her off again. “You been stalking this nigga
all day?”
She looked at me like I was the one with the issue.
“Yes, bitch. Any more questions before we go find this nigga,
Detective Buckley?”
“You the one playing the police, hoe!” I snapped.
“And what are you talking about we going to find him? I'm
not going anywhere.”
“Yes, you are because I can bet that your man is
right by his side entertaining some thot bitch in a Rainbow
outfit.”
I poured the glass of wine and took a sip to calm my
nerves. Nakami sure knew how to get me worked up.
“First of all, Kimani is not my man. We’re just
kicking it. He can have all the thot pockets he wants. Secondly,
you need to have several seats if you think I’m about to run up
behind you to chase this man that has given you no reason to think
he’s doing something scandalous. Find
It felt good to be around my niggas. Jerk was a nigga
we had met in college. He was from the Bay and had moved to
Michigan to go to Eastern on a scholarship. His real name was Cole
Spencer, but he was such an asshole that all the females on campus
gave him the nickname and it stuck. Tyler was my brother’s best
friend from the hood. We all grew up together, and when Grey made
the move to L.A., he encouraged Tyler to roll with him. He wasn't a
street nigga at all but you couldn't tell when he was hanging with
us. This nigga Tyler was as ratchet as they came, but he turned
that shit off quick, fast, and in a hurry when it came to work. He
was one of the top engineers at Toyota and was definitely about his
coins.
I slammed back all five of the Remy V shots that they
had poured for me, and we left the house. We decided to take two
cars to South Beach, so Grey and I hopped into my Range Rover and
Tyler and Jerk got into Tyler’s black 2015 Jaquar XK.
We made it to the club twenty minutes later, and
there was a line down the block going both ways on the street. The
valet greeted the boss and skated past the security, up the
elevator, and into the club. My brother had that shit rocking! It
was wall to wall people, beautiful bartenders, and bottle girls,
and the DJ was going in. It was fine ass girls all over the place
in every different shape and color, like a fucking buffet. I was
ready to dive in. What I wasn’t ready for was the tap that landed
on my shoulder.
“Fancy running into you here.”
Aw, shit. I knew that voice anywhere. I turned around
and came face to face with my ex, Vicious. I just knew tonight was
going to get crazy.
Blu
July 2014
I was mad annoyed. I had planned on doing nothing but
propping my feet up and surfing Netflix in my pj’s, but Nakami had
stormed up in my condo, breathing fire and raging on about some
fight with Grey. I halfway listened as she ranted on and on.
“Blu! Earth to Blu! What the fuck?! Are you even
listening?”
“Honestly, I tuned you out after you said you
bleached his clothes. What is wrong with you?” I threw the remote
control onto the couch and walked to my kitchen. I grabbed a bottle
of Arbor Mist Peach Moscato out of the wine cooler and a glass out
of the cabinet.
I was over hearing her talk about Grey. If she wasn’t
dick riding and going on and on about how special and perfect he
was, she was losing her damn mind trying to catch him in a lie or
with some other chick. I know that her last relationship didn’t end
well, but damn! She needed to ease up.
“Ain't nothing wrong with me! He’s the one with the
problem,” she pouted as she picked up her phone.
“Kami, you got to chill. Ya’ll have been dating for
two months, and you already destroying his property? You’re going
to lose him if you keep this shit up.”
Everything I said went out in one ear and out the
other. “Oh, so he out partying, huh?”
“What?”
“The gps I put on his phone...”
I cut her off. “You put a tracker on his phone?”
“Yes. And when he left his house, he went to the mall
and then back to Kimani’s so-”
I cut her off again. “You been stalking this nigga
all day?”
She looked at me like I was the one with the issue.
“Yes, bitch. Any more questions before we go find this nigga,
Detective Buckley?”
“You the one playing the police, hoe!” I snapped.
“And what are you talking about we going to find him? I'm
not going anywhere.”
“Yes, you are because I can bet that your man is
right by his side entertaining some thot bitch in a Rainbow
outfit.”
I poured the glass of wine and took a sip to calm my
nerves. Nakami sure knew how to get me worked up.
“First of all, Kimani is not my man. We’re just
kicking it. He can have all the thot pockets he wants. Secondly,
you need to have several seats if you think I’m about to run up
behind you to chase this man that has given you no reason to think
he’s doing something scandalous. Find
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