I had a lot on my brain. I was stressed the fuck out because I knew Apryl wasn’t going to make this shit easy for me. I knew that she was going to have me running around here with my head chopped off, trying to dodge her ass.

  I also knew that if she did have the child, my life was going to be a living hell and I would never escape the suffering.

  Shaking my head, I continued to puff on the best shit that I knew to be around Texas and allowed it to ease my mind.

  As I continued to smoke, the time seemed to be ticking by slowly. I was waiting on Channel to hit me up to let me know that I could be on my way.

  Normally, my ass would be out at a club on a Friday night, following behind Sawyer and shit, but he had slowed down some in order to be there for Brynlee and the kids.

  Which also meant my ass had slowed down too because I usually didn’t party much without him.

  I was honestly still surprised that Channel gave me her number but when I first saw her, I could see the fire in her eyes. I could tell she was ready to explore the world.

  Now her sister was quiet as fuck, she never really said much, and I knew by the way she kind of stared off and shit that she wasn’t my type.

  I liked my bitches outspoken.

  Even though they did look just alike, I had no interest in her sister. Like literally at first, I thought they were both fine as fuck but when people say that a personality can turn someone off, they weren’t lying.

  Finally hearing my phone go off, I figured it was mostly likely Channel.

  Picking up my phone, I keyed in my unlock code and went to my messages.

  Seeing that it was Channel letting me know she was ready, I got up so that I could head out.

  I had already taken a shower and gotten dressed. Thank God that earlier today I had gotten my hair re-twisted and a fresh edge up.

  I knew for a fact I was looking dope as fuck.

  Exiting out of my house, I locked the door behind me then jumped inside of my Jeep. I loved the fuck out of my car. It sat up high and I had the rims custom made so that they were dipped in red. My Jeep was a matte black color and red seats decorated the inside. To me the shit was fly.

  Driving across town to where Merci stayed, when I pulled up, I texted Channel to let her know I was outside waiting.

  Merci stayed in some luxury ass apartments and I didn’t feel like having to go through a damn obstacle course to get to her door.

  Passing time as I waited, I got glued into my phone, making sure to put Apryl on Do Not Disturb so she wouldn’t interrupt my night with her foolishness. I also made sure to turn my phone on silent just in case.

  Looking up from the phone, I spotted Channel looking confused. A nigga had forgot to tell her what type of car I drove. I decided to be a gentleman, so I got out of the car and headed towards her way.

  When Channel spotted me, she blushed as she gave me this girly but innocent smile.

  I couldn’t help but notice how fine she looked. Shawty was fine as fuck; there was no way of denying that.

  The one-piece unit she had on hugged her thick curves. Her long ass hair swayed past her shoulders, and the heels that she wore gave her a little extra height and more definition in her thighs.

  The sight of her caused me to lick my lips. I was trying to control myself around her. I honestly saw why Merci was trying to keep them hidden, basically.

  Merci knew the heads they would turn and the amount of attention that they would get.

  I mean, that wasn’t a bad thing, but it also wasn’t good. Especially with a nigga like me. I knew that I wasn’t shit. Well, at least at times I wasn’t but who knows, she might be the one to change a nigga.

  “Hey beautiful.” I placed my hand out for her to place hers inside of mine.

  “Hey.” She blushed, grabbing my hand, but surprisingly she pulled me in for a hug.

  “Oh, that’s how we doing it. You’re already speaking my language,” I spoke against her ear. Her subtle scent made its way up my nose making me want to hug her tighter and get closer to her.

  “Fuck, you smell good,” I complimented her.

  Channel looked up at me and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear as her face became red. Her cheeks sat up high and I could tell that she wasn’t used to a real nigga telling her this type of shit.

  “Thank you. You smell nice yourself,” she returned the compliment.

  “Thank you, ma. You ready to ride out?” I asked, grabbing her hand and guiding her to my Jeep.

  When we made our way to the jeep, I opened the door for her and allowed her to get in. Once she was inside, I closed the door behind her and made my way to the driver’s side.

  Getting in, I pulled off and cranked my music up as I headed to our first destination. I didn’t really know exactly where the hell to take her, so I was going to wing it.

  Most of the time, I didn’t have to take a bitch out in order for me to fuck, but I knew that I didn’t want to take that approach with her.

  Glancing over at her, I found myself wanting to pay more attention to her than I did the road. Ever since she had gotten in the car, she hadn’t really said much. Instead, she was glued into her phone.

  “Who got your attention up in that phone?” I questioned as I turned the music down.

  “Huh?” She turned her head and looked at me in confusion.

  “If you can huh, you can hear.” I fucked with her.

  I wanted to know who in her phone had her attention. She hadn’t really said much to me as I drove.

  “I mean, you ain’t really talking. I know yo’ ass ain’t shy.”

  “I mean, what do you want me to say with the music blasting like that?” she shot back, and I pressed my lips together and nodded my head up and down.

  “I guess you right.”

  “I know I’m right.” She laughed, showing off her big smile.

  Fuck, I thought as I focused back on the road. It was like she was effortlessly pretty. I noticed that she didn’t have on all that bullshit ass make-up like most of these broads out here.

  The shit was crazy how much make-up a lot of these hoes would wear. They would have so much of it caked up on their face, that you could scrape it off. It was really a shame. Half the time once they cleaned their faces and took that mask off, they looked like a totally different person.

  I remember this one time, I was staying the night at this bitch’s house that I had met in the strip club. Man, she was bad as fuck. Nice body, big titties, light skin and for the most part, she was pretty.

  However, I was in for a rude awakening when I woke up next to her the next morning. I swear, I had jumped out the bed and fell on my ass because I was so shocked and felt like I had been bamboozled. I never called that bitch again and even stopped going to the strip club that she worked at. She had scared the fuck out of me and made me hate that make-up shit even more.

  “I love how you’re naturally pretty. You be wearing make-up and shit?” I asked her, breaking the silence that had filled the car once again.

  Channel looked at me. “Does it look like I wear make-up?”

  “It doesn’t, but I’m asking to make sure, smart ass.” I could see that Channel’s mouth was going to get her in a lot of trouble with me. I was going to let her make it for now because we were still trying to figure each other but she would soon see, I wasn’t that nigga.

  “No, I don’t wear make-up. I mean, sometimes I’d do a little something, something but I never wore it. My auntie didn’t buy it for us,” she expressed.

  “Merci’s ass never had y’all in make-up?” I asked her.

  I mean, Merci was a real girly girl and she was pretty. She always kept herself up and never went overboard with the make-up shit. My nigga Grey had scored him a baddie too, no lie.

  “She wasn’t really into all off that type of stuff whenever she was around us. Her mother wasn’t what you would label most moms. She did the bare minimum.”

  “Oh ok. So why not stay with your mom or dad?” I questioned, just trying to get to know her and make small talk.

  “Well my father died when I was nine and my mother, I don’t really know her. All I know is that she was on drugs.” She shrugged as if it was nothing but that wasn’t something you just shrugged off.

  As a man, I knew how not having a father around fucked with me. The killer part about it was that he was actually alive.

  “I feel ya pain, trust.” I nodded.

  Even though my father wasn’t dead, he should have been. We could be in the same room with each other and I wouldn’t even know who he was. The shit was sad, but hey. It was what it was, and I had stopped giving a fuck a long time ago about that shit.

  “Your father is dead too?” Her voice kind of escalated as she turned more in the seat to face me.

  “Nah, but the nigga might as well be,” I expressed, finally pulling up to this lil’ spot I wanted to take her to.

  “Oh ok,” she spoke lowly.

  “However, that nigga is out there somewhere sucking on that glass dick, not giving a fuck about his family.”

  “I understand, him and my mama are in the same boat.” She shook her head.

  Somehow, this conversation had took a turn down depression avenue and that was not what tonight was about.

  “Man look, fuck all that. Let’s get off this sad shit and let’s go up in this lil’ spot and enjoy each other’s company. I want to see that sexy ass smile on your face again.” I reached over and cupped her chin, causing her to stare up into my eyes.

  This was the first time I really noticed she had some funny colored eyes. That was mad sexy and exotic like.

  “Yo’ eyes dope as fuck,” I let her know, not being able to stop staring into them.

  “Thank you. We get that shit from my mama,” she let me know.

  We then continued to look at each other. I found myself moving closer to her and I could see it in her eyes that she was waiting on me to kiss her. But I didn’t want to move that fast with her.

  It was just something about her that made me not want to do her like I did the rest of these broads out here.

  Clearing my throat, I leaned up and got out the car. I had to adjust my dick because little did she know, her presence was making my shit hard. Walking around the car, I opened the car door for her, and she jumped out.

  I had decided to take her to this little spot that I knew was lowkey. It consisted of a good vibe, great food and music. It was this little bar that I would come to whenever I didn’t want everyone up in my face or to be around a lot of people.

  “What’s good Luca,” the owner of the bar greeted me with a head nod as he wiped down a table.

  Jimmy had been the owner ever since I had been coming here which had been years. You could tell that age was catching up to him, but he was still coming up in here doing his job.

  “What’s good Jimmy.” I chunked my head up at him as I held Channel’s hand and guided her to this little table that was in the corner, ducked off.

  Jimmy looked at Channel then threw a thumbs up while winking at me. Chuckling to myself, I pulled a chair out for her then I sat down.

  “You want something to drink?” I asked her. I already knew what I wanted to drink so I didn’t even need a menu.

  “I’ll just take a Coke. I don’t really drink,” she said innocently.

  “Fuck all that. Get a drink and enjoy yourself with me tonight before I have to take you back to yo’ cousin,” I told her, and she looked at me kind of skeptical but then agreed.

  Channel and I had been in the bar for about two hours now. She had drunk way more drinks than she had planned on it and we enjoyed the wings and fries that Jimmy always put his foot in.

  Channel was currently standing in front of me dancing to some City Girls shit as she popped her ass and swung her head from left to right. One moment she was twerking and making her fat ass bounce, then the next she was doing some white girl shit.

  “Oh, this my shit,” she yelled out whenever her lil’ song came on.

  She bent over and put her hands around her ankles and began making her ass bounce up and down like a basketball. She had this real sex appeal going on. The longer I watched her the harder my dick got. I wanted to get up and stand behind her.

  Watching her like a hawk, I picked my drink up and took a few sips as I enjoyed my view.

  Channel turned around and was now facing me. She looked me right in my eyes as she bit down on her lip. She was tore up and I knew when she woke up in the morning she would indeed have a headache.

  Moving her hips slowly as she made her way over to me, she placed her hands on my lap. “Why are you so fi...fine?” she slurred, biting down on her lip.

  She then reached up and began to play in my dreads. “Luca you are a bad boy, huh?” she asked, twirling a piece of my hair in between her fingertips.

  Everything about what she was doing right now was turning me on. I didn’t know if I could continue to restrain myself. I at least had to let my hands roam up her body.

  “I can be,” I replied, sitting my cup down.

  Now that both of my hands were free, I wrapped them around her, pulling her closer to me.

  As she stood in between my legs, I slowly caressed her ass.

  “Well, I’ve been a bad girl. What are you going to do about that?” Channel sexily asked, causing me to raise a brow at her.

  She was showing out tonight and I wondered if she would remember any of this in the morning.

  “I would rather show you what I can do when you are sober baby girl,” I cupped her chin and told her.

  Before I knew it, Channel had her hands wrapped around my neck and was kissing me. Her lips were so fucking soft and the way she sucked on my tongue caused me to close my eyes as I began to fantasize about bending her over in the back seat of my car and blowing her fucking brains out.

  Fuck, I exhaled, pulling away from her.

  “I swear, we can do all of this shit when you are sober. Let me get you home,” I let her know as I got up from the chair.

  “Why?” she began to whine, trying to reach for my face again.

  “Channel, come on,” I told her, grabbing her hands and moving them away from my face.

  She began to pout before she staggered away from me, but not before she looked back at me with disappointment.

  Exhaling, I dug in my pocket, peeled back enough to pay for our shit, threw it down on the table and followed behind Channel.

  I quickly caught up to her and helped her make her way to the car.

  Once we were inside of the car, I was now driving her back to Merci’s place. She had been mumbling some shit under her breath and then before I knew it, she was slumped over.

  Shaking my head, I chuckled and continued to drive the rest of the way in silence.

  When I pulled up to Merci’s place, I knew there was no way that Channel could make it up there by herself. Even though I knew she didn’t want to tell Merci about her talking to me, I didn’t know any other way to get her up there.

  Hopefully, Merci was still out and I didn’t have to worry about that shit.

  I was finally in front of Merci’s door and sadly, she was there and had been waiting up for Channel to get back.

  It was like as soon as I got to the door, the door flung open and there she stood with a mug on her face, with her arms folded.

  “What the hell Luca?” She looked concerned as I helped a very drunk Channel into the apartment.

  “Man, look, she was just enjoying life a little.” I chuckled but Merci didn’t change her facial expression. She was still mugging a nigga.

  “Seriously, what are you doing?” She placed her hands on her hips.

  “You act like I don’t know what type of nigga you are and that is the last thing I want for my cousin,” she expressed, overstepping her boundaries by speaking on me like she knew me.

  Yeah, she was my nigga’s girl, but she didn’t know shit about me. So, for her to be speaking on me, was way out of line.

  “Look, I get that you think you know, but you don’t. I think you need to worry about your life and stop trying to hinder hers. Let her live. Nah, I don’t plan on hurting her but if I do fuck up, it’s life. Let her be the judge of how a nigga is because truthfully, as you can see, if she wants to fuck with me, she is. So, you can try to stop her, but will that really stop her?” I asked her.

  It was the truth. I wasn’t about to stand here and act like I was this perfect ass nigga because I wasn’t, but that didn’t mean my intentions were to fuck up.

  I felt like Merci needed to let Channel live and learn. That was what life was about and by her trying to dictate it, wasn’t going to do anything but make Channel want to fuck with me even harder.

  “Luca, you do know I will kill you?” she said with a blank expression as she came closer to me to help me carry a very slumped Channel over to the couch.

  “I ain’t worried about all that.”

  “Yeah, whatever. I’m letting you know; I will fuck you up. So, you better be on your best behavior. If you know that ain’t possible, leave her alone. She was new to a lot of shit in this fucked up world,” Merci stated. I could tell that she really only wanted what was best for her and I could only respect that.

  “Listen Merci, I got her. We just cooling for right now. Let shit play out first and let us see where it goes,” I told her.

  I then leaned down and kissed Channel on the forehead. She was passed out and I would text her to check on her in the morning.

  “Whatever Luca.” Merci rolled her eyes.

  Not even bothering to reply, I left out of her place. I knew no matter what I said, Merci would still give me attitude about Channel.

  9

  Apryl Brown

  The club would be closing soon and here I was sitting in the corner blowing up Luca’s phone and he wasn’t answering.

  Even though I wasn’t supposed to be drinking, I had found myself drinking and now I was drunk.

  After he said what he said to me on the phone, I said fuck it. He didn’t want the baby anyway so why the fuck should I care? That was part of the reason why I was even ok with drinking.

 

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