Page 7 of Just Listen
“Where there hell are we finna eat all this shit?”
“Well…I got a spot. Right around the corner from here. We can post up, for a minute. Eat. Chop it up. You know.”
She narrowed her gaze. “I never said that I was going to your spot.”
“I know. But do you really wanna bust down some oxtails and gravy in this muthafucka? Or do you wanna stretch out comfortably and enjoy a meal?”
Shaking her head, she smiled. “You’re literally the last type of nigga that my fat ass needed to run into. Here I am, thinking that you’re about to grab a fucking burger. Meanwhile, you had that lady whip up a whole Sunday menu. At two o’clock in the morning, no less.”
“Yeah. Shit’s crazy. But you eating at the spot, or nah?”
She playfully rolled her eyes. “I’ma eat.”
“Cool.” I nodded.
Ten minutes later, I pulled up at a four-story home, in the heart of River Oaks. The richest part of the city. Mostly old money resided there. But with recent new, modern rebuilds to keep up with the times.
“Oh, wow,” she grumbled, as I pulled the Rover into the garage. “This is nice.”
Saying nothing, I nodded, before killing the ignition, and allowing the garage to shut us in. I then grabbed the food from the backseat, before easing out of the truck. By the time I’d stepped around the truck, Big Baby was already out, waiting on me to guide her into the house.
For a second, I paused to take her in. Her thunder thighs were eating up those tiny shorts, cuffing that fat pussy. She was gazing up at me with those enchanting, slanted eyes, looking innocent, while she was probably everything but.
“Come on.” I gestured with my head, before pulling the door open to step into the house.
She sexily sauntered past me, as I held the door open, while her aura tickled my senses. She then paused, allowing me to step in front, and lead the way. She then followed me upstairs, to the second level, where the kitchen, kitchen’s nook, and sitting area was located.
Stepping into the open space, Big Baby paused, as she glimpsed around. “This is definitely nice…but this aint yours. I know a Airbnb when I see it, nigga.”
I lightly chuckled. “Say, it’s mine, while I’m in it. I never claimed to live here.”
“Okay…but why even rent this, if you live in the city? Cause I know a Houston nigga when I see one.”
“Cause. Sometimes you gotta confuse your enemy. Stick and move. Switch it up. Keep ‘em on their toes.”
“Umm.” She pursed her lips. “Well, that pretty much tells me everything I need to know. You gotta be in them streets.Heavy.”
“Aye.” I shrugged, before carrying the food over to the table.
“That’s all you got to say, huh?” She smirked.
Smiling, I gave her a wink. “Pretty much.”
Sexily, she twisted over to the table, and helped me unpack the bag of food. “I gotta try this chicken,” she mumbled, before opening the plastic container and helping herself to a wing. “Umm,” she moaned, after biting a piece. “This is seasoned to perfection.”
“I already know. Ms. Betty don’t miss,” I boasted. “She caters all my kickbacks.”
Big Baby gradually nodded. “In the hood, right?”
“Sometimes. Sometimes we kick it at the crib.”
“Okay. But what’s the hood? Where are you from—” She questioned, as her cell rang for the umpteenth time.
Sighing, she grabbed her phone out of her back pocket, peered at the screen, before silencing the call.
I raised a brow. “A hot commodity, right?”
She bit back a grin. “You know it. Now, back to my question. Where are you from,Malice?”
