Page 99 of Just Listen
Together, we maneuvered through the club. As I was switching past several thirsty men, I gradually became hyper aware of my provocative attire. My shorts were dangerously short, while my halter was completely backless. With every stride, my ass was bouncing, while my tall heels added height and extra volume to my legs. The ensemble was undoubtedly risqué, and would’ve been risky, even if I was completely single.
By the time we were stepping out of the club, a surge of nervous energy flowed through my body. Paranoid a bit, I glanced around, until my eyes landed on him. Malice was now leaning up against his Range Rover, fully blocking the sidewalk.
“Ooh, girl, that nigga is looking like somebody pissed in his cereal,” Tootie drunkenly giggled, as we approached Malice.
Although she was probably right, those tequila shots had me laughing right along with her. “Fuck him, and if he gets to acting up, you better snatch them fucking dreads, and slang that muthafucka.”
Hearing that, Tootie exploded with laughter, as she leaned against me. We were now standing directly in front of Malice, but with a safe distance between us.
“Oh, this shit funny, huh?” Malice calmly questioned, with his arms folded across his chest.
“Yup.” My head dramatically dipped, as I nodded. “It’sveryfunny.”
He licked his lips. “Yeah, alright. Come get in the truck, Jaylah.” He opened the passenger door.
I squinted. “For what?”
“Cause we finna go.”
I frowned. “Nah, nigga, I aint going nowhere with you.”
“Oh, you going, for shit sho,” he insisted.
“No, I’m not. Besides, I drove here.”
“And? You aint getting behind the wheel of nothing, with the way your goofy, half naked ass, was just stumbling out of that club. Plus, your truck is gone, anyway.”
“Huh?” I frantically glimpsed around, knowing that I’d valet parked at the front of the club. “Where the fuck—”
Malice nonchalantly smirked. “It’s at the house, parked in the driveway.”
“What?” My nostrils flared. “How the fuck did you take my truck? And these incompetent muthafuckas let you, when I left my shit with them?”
“You forgot that you gave me the spare key?” He furrowed a brow. “That was all the convincing they needed.”
I sucked my teeth. “Nah, that sounds like a fucking lawsuit.”
“Yeah, yeah. All that good shit. Now, get yo ass in the truck,” he persisted.
“I aint doing shit—” I sassily swerved my neck, before he snatched me up.
“Tootie!” I tipsily screamed, as Malice lifted me off my feet.
Tootie stood back, laughing. “Kinfolk, I’m realizing that my ass is too damn drunk. Aint no sense in both of us getting embarrassed out here.”
Handling me like I weighed nothing, Malice placed me in the passenger seat. Stubbornly, I tried to get back out, and he shoved me back in, before buckling the seatbelt around me. To do that, we were face to face, as we locked eyes.
“Say, chill out. Cause you done really did the most, and I’m trying to take it easy on you. But you really pushing it, and I’m not trying to get out of character. But I will. Just keep fucking playing,” he warned.
Recognizing when it was time to stop, I sighed, before allowing him to close the door. He then turned to address Tootie. “Aye, I got it from here. She going home, and will probably call you tomorrow.”
Wearing a grin, Tootie nodded, before peeking around at me. “I’ma call you, cuz.”
Knowing that she didn’t even jump in, like I’d told her to, I waved her off, and gave her the finger.
Meanwhile, Malice marched around to the driver’s side and hopped into the jeep. I folded my arms across my breasts, as he pulled away from the curb.
“You fucking wild for this,” he clamored, while focusing on the road.
