Page 2 of Just Listen
“Boy, I know you want me, I can see it in your eyes. But you keep on frontin’. Won’t you say what’s on your mind?”
“Say,” I said to myself. “Is that muthafucka singing to me?” I wondered, as she was theatrically performing.
“If you wanna be with me. You gotta keep it real. Tell me what’s goin’ on. Tell me how you feel…” She belted, like it was her song, while she pointed directly at me.
Sexily, she swayed her hips, while boldly serenading me.
“You won’t regret, I must confess, I’m really feelin’ you. Anything you’ve ever wanted before. Is right here for you, for you. Don’t worry what they say. Just bring your love my way. ‘Cause your friends can’t do what I can for you.” She brazenly pointed at PJ. “I don’t wanna hear you say…” She sassily swerved her neck like she was Beyoncé herself.
“Nigga, ole girl is really singing to you,” PJ chuckled, as he shook my shoulder.
“I know,” I absently responded, while still in a trance.
“Go get her—” He encouraged, before the music transitioned, and she switched right out of the section, before disappearing into the crowd.
“Where the fuck?” I mumbled, while glancing around.
“Say, when she comes back, you better get her, nigga. Or I will. Ion give a fuck about her just playing with you. Did you see the ass on her? Then she’s prettier than a muthafucka. I wonder how much I can toss her way for the night. I’d definitely spend about ten on her,” PJ rambled, while I was quietly waiting for Big Baby to resurface.
After thirty damn minutes, I had to accept that she was probably really toying with a nigga, and had burnt off.
“Damn, that’s cold. That muthafucka really left,” I said to myself, before standing. “And on that note…I’m finna burn,” I announced, before clasping hands with all my niggas.
“Alright, my nigga, be safe,” PJ urged.
“Oh, for sho’,” I agreed, before stepping off.
It was approaching one in the morning, so the crowd in the club was still thick. So, I was maneuvering through throngs of people, before finding the exit.
Stepping outside, a gust of wind swept by me, as it was late January, the coldest month in Houston. That meant that it was chilly, temperatures in the low 40s.
Glancing around, I peeped that the lot was already prowling with folks. There was so many broads flouncing around in tiny shorts and knee-high boots. And tiny ass jackets that did nothing to shield them from the cold.
Admittedly, there was a lot to look at. Hell, this was Houston, after all. Home of some of the baddest bitches. So, finding baddies wasn’t very hard, however, nobody had piqued my interest like Big Baby had. So, I approached my black-on-black Range Rover that was parked out front in the VIP valet, which allowed me to keep my keys versus leaving them with a attendant.
Wanting to fire up, I hopped into my whip. Immediately, I ignited the engine and turned the heater on. Knowing that I had a good while before people would start filing out of the club, I grabbed my dope, then lit my blunt up, before taking a nice, long puff.
Ever alert, my eyes swept the lot, taking in my surroundings. Seeing nothing incredibly interesting, I was about to put the truck in drive, when my eyes landed on her. Big Baby.
She was standing near a Benz, a few spaces away from my truck, laughing with a couple of girls.
“Okay. I got that ass now,” I mumbled, while placing my blunt in the ashtray.
Without a second thought, I hopped out of my ride, leaving it running. I then hastily waltzed over to Big Baby and the crew.
“Excuse me, ladies,” I cleared my throat, as all three of the girls focused on me, including Big Baby. “I aint trying to interrupt y’all powwow, but I need to holler at my wife, right quick.”
Naturally, they all frowned in confusion.
“What your wife gotta do with us?” The high yellow, thick one spoke up first.
My eyes were now trained on Big Baby, as she was smirking back at me. “I’m saying…she standing right here, playing crazy.”
“Huh?” The other chick chimed in. She was a slim thick, chocolate drop.
Ignoring the sideline theatrics, I furrowed a brow. “How you gone give a nigga his own personal concert and then just run off like that?”
“It was time to go,” she mischievously smiled.
