Page 9 of Just Listen
“It is, but it’s just the way shit is.”
“But is it, though?”
I eyed her. “What chu mean?”
“I’m saying. With all this shit going on in the world, why are our Black men out here killing one another? Like, how can taking a life be done so casually?”
“Come on, baby. You gotta know that the answers aint that simple. In a perfect world, I could give you a explanation that makes sense. But that aint the world we live in. I love my people, and I do believe in elevation…but in this life…you gotta meet niggas where they’re at. Imagine me trying to be sensible with some nigga who never received love at home, and got hell in hisheart. He might be far too gone. And I gotta deal with that, as it is. Not how I want it to be.”
“True.” She nodded. “I guess…I just wanted to hear your perspective.”
“To see how I think?”
“Yep.”
“And what did my answer tell you?” I wanted to know.
“That you have some sense. The one thing that I can’t stand is an ignorant muthafucka. I want all gun totting idiots far away from me.”
“Yeah, I feel you,” I agreed. “But can I ask you something?”
She bit the corner of her lip. “What’s that?”
“Do you go around, singing to all the niggas in the club?”
She giggled. “No.”
“So, why was you teasing me?”
“Honestly?”
“Yeah, keep it real.”
“Because I had that liquor in me and was feeling good. I was in my own zone, when I looked up and caught you watching. And…that liquor told me that you looked good as fuck…and I’d fuck the shit out of you.”
“Wait, what the fuck?” I chuckled, as her response had caught me completely off guard.
She shrugged. “I’m just keeping it real.”
“So, do you still wanna fuck the shit out of me?” I questioned, curiously.
She nodded. “I do.”
“Damn.” I stroked my goatee, wondering what I should say next. I didn’t wanna come across too thirsty or hard up, but I wanted nothing more than to lay her down, right then.
“Malice, let me find out.” She reached out, and grabbed my hand. “I got you scared?”
“Nah,” I immediately denied. “Never that. I just wanna be a gentlemen…in the company of a beautiful woman.”
“I get that,” she claimed, as we locked eyes. “But would you be mad at me, if I said that I wanted to be slutted out tonight?”
Gazing down at her, I didn’t detect a hint of laughter, letting me know that she was dead serious.
“Shit, you aint gotta tell me twice,” I grumbled, while pulling her into my arms.
Clutching that ass with both hands, I guided her over to the sitting area, where I had the fireplace going. She hooked her arms around my neck, while making her ass jump, exciting the hell out of me.
“Say, you dance or something?” I had to ask.
