Page 94 of He Don't Play About Me
He handled every conversation, every look with grace, telling people it was our first day, but damn sure wasn’t gonna be our last.
I smiled hard.
After a while, we went back to sit down. Love ordered us another round of drinks, and we started to talk about our high school days when a nigga rushed up to us.
“Love! Love! Can I holla at you real quick?”
Love looked at that nigga, and his whole energy changed.
He took a sip of his drink, and it was almost as if he looked past the nigga.
“I’m busy right now. You gonna need to holla at me at the store.”
The nigga looked back; I guess at his people, then back at us.
“Come on nigga, I know you keep that diamond tester shit on deck; I’ve seen you. Test my shit.”
He held out his wrist, and Love stood up.
“I’ma tell you this one last time, I’m on a date right now, you see me with my lady. You need to move on.”
Love went to sit down, and the nigga grabbed his left arm. Without hesitation, Love snatched his arm back and with his right hand slapped the nigga across the face so hard that it echoed. Everybody who was around and saw it cuffed their mouth, including me.
Love sat down, wrapped his arm around my shoulder, and the nigga walked off.
“Does that happen a lot?” I asked him.
“What? Me slappin’ niggas?” he responded.
I laughed. “No!” I laughed again. “People coming up to you.”
He shrugged. “Here and there, but when I’m with you, never.”
I blushed—hard.
“And why is that?”
Love looked at me while licking his lips and pulled in closer.
“Because… I told you I’m looking for a wife, and she don’t have to share my attention.”
Loved, then cuffed my chin and kissed me, hard—deep.
Sending a shiver down my spine. When we pulled away, he smiled at me.
“Are you ready to get outta here?”
I nodded, biting my bottom lip.
“Yeah, I am.”
Love stood up, grabbed my hand, and led me out once again.
We went back to my place. He rolled up while I fixed us some wine. After we put one in the air, Love kept staring at me.
“Can I ask you something?” he said. “Are you ready to get into something serious again?”
I took a hit of the blunt and passed it back to him.
