Page 49 of Just Listen
“Big Baby?” PJ chuckled. “You talking about my gal that you had no business fucking with?”
I waved that nigga off, while scrolling through Lady Red’s page.
“Who is this Big Baby broad?” Sev wanted to know. “I never heard of her.”
I licked my lips, while my eyes remained trained on the phone. “That’s just the name I gave her thick ass.”
“So, what’s her name?” Sev quizzed.
I shrugged. “She told me that it was Keisha or some shit, but I think she was bullshitting.”
Scrolling down, I paused when I came across a group photo.
“Nigga, the fuck is you cheesing at?” PJ questioned, causing me to lift my head.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“You just started smiling hard as fuck. What did you see?” PJ enquired.
“Big Baby is in this picture—”
“Let me see.” Sev immediately grabbed his phone, and studied the image. “These are mostly Braxton girls. Which one are you talking about?”
I leaned over and pointed. “Her right there. In the hot pink shorts and cowgirl boots.”
Sev furrowed a brow. “No bullshit? That’s definitely a Braxton girl. You know that, right?”
I hooded my eyes. “What that mean?”
“It means that her daddy is Big Jahrein, nigga.”
Hearing that, I paused. I wasn’t anybody’s dick rider, but any hustling nigga in the city of Houston knew who Jahrein was. Heard that nigga was worth close to a billion. I don’t know. Maybe that wasn’t true, because niggas did exaggerate, but that man was unquestionably rich-rich, and now, everything made sense.
I had been thinking that Big Baby had a nigga taking care of her, when she really came from money. Long money. That’s why the Maybach was nothing to talk about with her. She was from a world that most bitches couldn’t even imagine. And she’d fucked with a nigga, without uttering a word about it. That’s also probably why she was hiding when we were in public. Everybody knows her and her family, while I was none the wiser.
PJ leaned over to peer at the phone. “You mean to tell me that her wild ass is Jahrein’s daughter?”
“Hell, yeah.” Sev nodded. “I wanna say that she’s one of the youngest. The baby out of the bunch.” He glanced at me. “How you know her?”
“We met at the club. She ended up spending the whole weekend with a nigga.”
“Oh, shit. So, you do be out here fucking,” he chuckled.
“Say, I do what I do. But Paisley was on that bullshit, and I wasn’t staying at the house. So, technically I was single at the time.”
“Okay, then what happened? You lost touch with her?” Sev probed.
“Something like that. After I took her home, some nigga answered her phone.”
Sev cackled. “And you let that run you off? That nigga would’ve just had to see me.”
“No, bullshit,” PJ co-signed. “And I’m saying that, even without her being Jahrein’s daughter. That muthafucka is the truth.”
“Then the fact that she is…aint no way I’d fumble that,” Sev claimed.
I shook my head. “You niggas wouldn’t get it. I was definitely feeling her, but it was too many signs that it wasn’t the right time. That nigga wasn’t out the picture, and I know how I am. So, it’s one thing to be blindsided by a situation, but to walk into it with my eyes wide open would’ve been crazy. Plus, there was Paisley.”
Sev absently nodded, while scrolling through his phone. “Say, maybe you right. Cause I’m looking at ole girl’s page, and she just pushed out a baby. So, clearly—”
