Page 19 of Just Listen
Big Baby was the fucking truth. Sexually, anyway. A time, for shit sho’. But I was almost certain that anything that felt this good…had some bullshit attached. Either way, I was definitely gonna enjoy this ride, for as long as it lasted.
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“Okay, pull up, right here.” Big Baby pointed, as I pulled into the parking lot of the HEB.
“Yeah, alright,” I grumbled, as I felt a little salty about her refusal to let me take her home.
Even after jumping up and down in that pussy, she didn’t want a nigga to know where she rested her head. Her argumentwas that she didn’t technically know where I lived, neither. And I really couldn’t argue with that, but still.
“Park right there.” She directed, as she pointed at an empty spot, next to a Phantom.
I pulled into the spot, and sighed. “Are you at least gonna give a nigga your number?”
She smirked. “Damn, I almost forgot. Give me your phone.”
Cutting my eyes at her, I unlocked my phone, before handing it to her. I watched her tap in her number and save it asBig Baby. Peeping that, I had to laugh.
“You real funny. You know that?” I asked, as she handed my phone back to me.
“So they say.” She playfully danced in her seat, as she was now rocking my Celine hoodie, along with some tiny shorts I’d copped out of Victoria’s Secret for her.
No cap, her vibe was infectious, and I hated that our time was coming to a end. But just like her, I had to go back to reality, because this money wasn’t gonna make itself.
I was about to tell her that I’d call her tonight when the driver’s door of the Phantom popped open, and a gorgeous broad sprung out.
“Girl, if you don’t bring your ass on! Got me sitting out here, like I aint got shit to do!” The girl fussed, as she peered into the truck.
I frowned, not realizing that the Phantom was parked out there for Big Baby. “Who the fuck is that?”
Big Baby sighed. “My annoying ass sister.”
“Your sister? What she do to have a car like that?” I had to ask.
“Girl, here I come!” Big Baby shouted, and her sister slid back into the car. “I gotta go,” she announced, as she opened the passenger’s door, and placed a foot on the pavement, with a few shopping bags in tow. “But look.” She glanced back at me. “Don’t tell nobody…” Her eyes wandered around. “But my sister…she be killing people for money. Just keep that on the low.”
I shook my head. “You got all the jokes, I see.”
“I know.” She stuck out her tongue. “Now, I gotta go.” She stepped completely out of the car, and closed the door.
I watched as she jogged around to the Phantom, and hopped in. Seconds later, the car pulled off, leaving me with more questions than anything.
Jaylah
“Who was that nigga?” My sister Jahreiah questioned, as we were coasting down the street.
Yawning, I took a nice, long stretch. I was tired as fuck, and had every intention of going home, and tucking myself into my California king sized canopy bed. “That was Malice.”
She arched a brow, as she glanced at me. “And who the fuck is Malice?”
I yawned again. “A nigga I met at the club a few days ago.”
“Say what now?” She pulled up at a light and stared at me.
“You heard me. I met him at the club.”
“Some days ago?”
“Yes.” I nodded.
