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  Rina and Jessica both had a coco brown skin tone and wore bone straight Brazilian weave that nearly hung down to their asses. Their only difference was their body types; Rina had long, meaty legs, a fat ass, and a flat stomach, with a set of nice set of b cup breast, while Jessica was thicker, with big boobs and wider hips. At first glance, you’d think they were sisters.

  “Aye’, Lil’ Mama, come holla at daddy for a minute.” Some guy yelled, as we strolled past.

  “Nigga, my daddy name is David, and you don’t look shit like him!” Jessica clapped back, causing us all to laugh.

  “Lamar said they’re closer to the Lake Street side.” Rina told us, so we headed toward that direction.

  I pulled my aviator sunglasses over my eyes, as the sun shined brightly. There was a good ‘ole Chicago breeze blowing through, ensuring that it was a beautiful day. Thanks to Rina and the girls, I was feeling more exposed than usual. I had on a pair of white True Religion shorts and a denim vest that had my boobs on full display, and my Guess gladiator sandals gave the illusion that my thighs were thicker than they were. I had my long hair pulled up in my usual messy bun, only that time, I’d left the back down.

  We walked over to where the guys were sitting in the grass around the grill on lawn chairs. Lamar got up to greet us, as my eyes scanned the crowd for Rashaad. I could admit that I was a little thirsty to see him again, but my heart sank a little when I noticed he wasn’t amongst the group. Lamar told us to help ourselves, so we walked over to where the food table was set up. Just as I grabbed a soda from the cooler, I heard the rumble of motorcycles approach. There had to be, at least, fifteen bikes rolling up on the grass headed to where we were.

  I spotted Rashaad on a red Yamaha, as he put the kickstand down and stepped off. His wife beater hugged his chest and showed off his beefy arms that were adorned with a full sleeve of tattoos. He was simple, with his khaki cargo shorts and wheat timberlands on, and a Dominican flag bandana tied around his face that he pulled down as he started talking to a few of the guys that he’d rolled up with. They were making their way toward where we were standing. I grinned a little just watching him show off that gorgeous smile.

  “There go your man!” Rina chirped, causing me to nudge her with my elbow. The last thing I wanted to do was draw attention to myself, so I, definitely, didn’t need her to make me seem so thirsty.

  “Girl, he is fine!” Jess chimed in.

  “Will y’all stop? Y’all making me seem thirsty for this dude.” I pleaded.

  “Girl, all that shit you was popping on your way here. Dehydrated would be the correct term!” Rina laughed.

  “But, his brother ain’t short stopping, either, and there his ass is right there. Let me go say hi to my future ex-husband.” Sasha stated, as she made her way toward where Rashaad and his crew of bikers had taken some seats.

  “She is a trip!” I said, shaking my head.

  “Don’t act like you don’t want to walk over there and sit on homeboys lap, Baby!” Jessica laughed at me. “Let me find out you wanna be shy after you wouldn’t shut up about how fine he was on the way over here.” She called me out, causing me to feel embarrassed.

  We finished loading up our plates, filled our cups with Hennessy, and made our way towards the group. Sasha had already made herself comfortable on Meek’s lap, and everyone looked to be having a good time. My eyes met Rashaad’s, and he licked his lips and smiled. I put my cup to my lips, trying to hide the fact that I was blushing.

  “Uh, huh! Where your I.D. at, Lil’ One?” Rameek yelled over to me, causing everyone to laugh and embarrassing me, once again.

  “Leave her alone, Meek. She more than old enough to handle her business.” Sasha spoke up, giving me a wink before turning to smirk at Rashaad. He must have caught her hint, because he stood with a smile and started walking towards where I was sitting on a blanket in the grass.

  “Is that right? How you doing, Miss Devyn?” He said, as he took a seat next to me. Rina made a whistling sound from behind me while she sat back with Jessica’s head resting in her lap.

  “I’m good. How about yourself?” I asked him. I pulled my shades back down over my eyes to try to mask the fact that I was staring into his.

  “Oh, I’m straight now. But, for a while, I was missing my baby.” He stated. I could hear Rina behind me pretending to choke. Hell, she was back there joking, and I was really about to choke if he was referring to me and not one of the thousands of kids running around the park.

  “Oh, really. Which baby is yours?” I asked darting my eyes between the various kids running around the park.

  “The one in front of me.” He stated, boldly, staring me dead in my face. If it was in my nature, and we weren’t out in public, I would have stripped down naked and curled up in his lap like a real baby. This nigga just don’t know! I thought to myself. I gave him a nervous laugh and went back to sipping my drink. Rashaad turned slightly, then leaned back, placing his head in my lap and taking my free hand into his.

  “You know you about to be my baby, don’t you?” He stated, confidently, while staring up at me. My heart was beating a million miles a minute, and I had nowhere to hide my face. This dude was making himself right at home, and I, damn sure, wasn’t complaining.

  Rashaad

  The cookout was still in full swing as the sun went down, and most folks had enough liquor in their systems to start turning up in the park. I was glad that my homeboy, Lamar, had convinced Devyn to come out. Looking thirsty wasn’t usually how I rolled, but it was something about this girl that had me wanting her. I had been regretting the fact that I hadn’t gotten her number when I’d met her at the club, and judging by her quiet demeanor, she didn’t seem like the type that was bold enough to use the number I’d given her.

  We chilled for a bit talking and getting to know one another. She informed me that she was recently single and in college working on her Bachelor’s in Forensic Science. I shared with her that I was also a student and currently working towards a degree in Criminal Justice, leaving out the part of how ironic the subject was in regards to my lifestyle. It was hard not wanting to duck off somewhere with her, because despite the fact that she had a pretty chill personality, them titties was sitting up real nicely, and those legs were looking real tempting in the shorts she had on.

  My eyes kept drifting over to where she was sitting with her girls, as I stood off to the side with the fellas putting a few blunts into rotation. I had never been a drinker but was always down to put some smoke in the air. I propped myself up on my motorcycle preparing to crack open another grape cigarillo.

  “Um, Rashaad. I really hope that your phone is broken or something seeing as though you haven’t been answering none of my calls for weeks now!” Mesha said, walking up looking like America’s Next Top Model Hood addition. I hadn’t seen her in about two weeks and had planned on deading her completely if I could get Devyn to fuck with a nigga. Regardless of what others guys my age did, trying to keep up with more than one woman wasn’t my thing, especially if they exuded drama like Mesha did.

  “Nah, it ain’t broke.” I told her, while stealing a glance at Devyn, making sure she hadn’t peeped Mesha all in my face. The last thing I wanted to do was lose my opportunity with her. She seemed like the type that was relationship material, and I was ready to see what that could do.

  “Shorty, check it out. Come take a walk with me.” I told her, pulling her away from the crowd, and hopefully, out of Devyn’s eye shot. Mesha licked her lips and gladly followed. There were only a few things that could keep Mesha in check, so occasionally, I supplied her the money and dick that she required. I peeped the stares that a few of my niggas was giving her, as we walked up the block, and who could blame them? Mesha was what most men referred to as a bad bitch. I could tell that she was eating it up, because chicks like her loved that kind of attention.

  I sat back in the front seat of Meek’s black-on-black Mercedes G wagon and reclined the seat back, allowing Mesha full
access to my third leg. She didn’t waste any time wrapping her warm mouth around my dick and swallowing all ten inches. She gagged a little, as she slowly pulled it out of her mouth, allowing her saliva to coat the tip before making my shit disappear down her throat again. She hummed, putting her talents on full display, causing my eyes to roll back. For twenty minutes, like a baby, I pacified her as she sucked, spit, and gargled on my dick, before I released my seeds in her mouth. Then, I watched her swallow them with a smile.

  “See, bae. I knew you missed me.” She spoke, seductively, leaning in, attempting to kiss me, but I turned my face away from her. I laughed to myself hearing her refer to me like I was her man. I knew Mesha probably felt like there was more to our relationship than it was, and I can’t lie, some of it was my fault, because I tossed her cash here and there, and even took her out a few times to chill, but being my woman was something she would never be.

  “Hand me the wipes from the glove box.” I told her, after allowing her to leave a peck on my cheek. She handed me the baby wipes, and I cleaned myself off and fixed my clothes. “Go head, and head home, yo’. I’ll probably call you later on tonight.” I told her, as I checked my surroundings, making sure that the coast was clear. Mesha smacked her lips and flung Meeks car door open with an attitude.

  “Why you trying to treat me like I’m some type of side chick, Rashaad?” She whined.

  “Mesha, the only reason you not a side chick is because I don’t have a main chick, but that shit is about to change too, so you need to go ahead on about your business, Ma.” I said, calmly. “And, if you slam that door, I will break that pretty little face of yours.”

  Mesha turned on her heels and stormed off. It was never my intent for her to catch feelings, but the way I saw it, she brought it on herself. Nobody ever told her to go all out for a nigga that wasn’t going all out for her. Some women these days still hadn’t figured that out. When they learned what they were worth, they’d stop giving people discounts. But chicks like Mesha didn’t think like that. They thought about what they could get from a nigga and nothing more.

  I gave myself a once over in the car’s reflection and lightly jogged back over to the crowd, hoping that Devyn hadn’t noticed my absence. A part of me felt a little guilty, as I pulled Devyn closer to me. We were all listening to my brother tell one of his outrageous stories, but I couldn’t help myself. I threw my arm over her shoulder, and she responded by leaning into me. This girl was going to be mines, and I was going to make it a personal mission to make that happen.

  Devyn

  “Then, this nigga laid down on the ground pretending to be sleep in the middle of the room like there wasn’t a whole party going on around him!” Meek had us cracking up telling stories of how Rashaad and him would get into trouble growing up. He and Sasha were starting to look real comfortable as she sat on his lap, but then again, I was feeling real comfortable having Rashaad’s arm around me.

  The last thing I wanted to do was jump into another relationship even though I knew, in my heart, that what I’d had with Anthony had been over. I needed to find my cousin and see what she thought, because at that moment, the smell of his cologne and feeling his touch had me feeling some type of way.

  I separated myself from him in search of Rina and Jess and found them huddled up with Lamar and a few of Rashaad’s friends, with a few blunts in rotation. Rina passed me the blunt, and I took a quick puff before motioning to her that I needed to talk.

  “So, I see you done cuffed yourself a new lil’ boo, huh?” Rina laughed, as we walked the perimeter of the park.

  “It’s not even like that, cousin.” I blushed. “But, I wouldn’t mind if it was. I just don’t know if it’s too fast to be even looking at somebody like that.”

  “Bitch, please. The day after you left Ant would have been fast enough to move on for me. I don’t know how you stayed with that clown for as long as you did! I’m saying… Come on, Baby, you giving too much thought to shit. If you feeling the nigga, then just let it happen!” Rina told me. I knew she was right. Hell, I was young, fly, and doing what I needed to do, so stepping out on a limb with a fine ass nigga couldn’t hurt.

  “Ummm, excuse me?” A pretty, dark-skinned chick approached us. “Was that you I just saw hugged up with my man?” She said, while pointing at me. Rina and I both looked at each other in confusion.

  “Oh, don’t look crazy now, bitch. I just watched your thirsty ass all over my man!” She smirked.

  “Wait, who the hell are you calling a bitch?” I asked, getting annoyed at this girl.

  “Girl, we don’t know who the fuck your man is nor do we care!” Rina cut me off. “Make yourself clear before you come bringing random shit this way, lil’ mama, because getting smacked comes free, and I’m always looking to donate to charity.”

  With a smirk, the dark-skinned chick bent over to tie her shoe. I could tell her body language was off and every bone in my body was telling me home girl was on bullshit. My suspicion was confirmed when she stood up and attempted to swing on me, but I, quickly, maneuvered, dodging her strike.

  “BITCH!” Was the only word I could get out of my mouth before I instinctively grabbed her by her hair and began to pound at her face. I could hear Rina yelling at me to beat her ass, and I intended to do just that. I was never big on fighting, but I could definitely hold my own, and it seemed to me that this chick had stepped to me completely unprepared, as I flung her around like a rag doll. I felt her nails digging into my arm, as we both fell to the ground with me landing on top of her. I took advantage of that position even though the grip she had on my hair had me slightly hunched over. I unleashed all of my anger on this mystery woman, as I rained several blows to her face.

  “Baby, let her go!” Rashaad’s voice boomed, as I felt strong arms grab me and lift me off of my feet, separating me from this random chick, just as I was about to deliver another blow.

  “You stupid, bitch! You over here fighting for a nigga that’s standing here calling me baby!” I spat at the girl, as she stood there looking crazy, with blood dripping from her nose.

  It seemed like the whole park had made their way to where we were to witness what was going down. I was completely embarrassed, because fighting in the street, especially over a man who wasn’t even mines, definitely wasn’t my style. I was never the type to cause such a ruckus, and the last thing I wanted was to be this week’s feature on one of those ratchet ass websites.

  “You better come through tonight, Rashaad. I’m starting to get sick of you playing around with me like I’m some type of side chick.” The dark-skinned chick yelled, while holding the side of her face. I looked from her to Rashaad with fire still in my eyes.

  “Mesha, take your ass home!” Rashaad yelled back, never loosening his grip on me as I tried to pull away. “The fuck you over here with that bullshit for when I done already told your ass I wasn’t fucking with you!”

  The chick he referred to as Mesha looked like she was stuck between crying and clawing his face off, but instead, she turned around and walked off in embarrassment. A part of me felt bad that she clowned herself over a nigga in front of everybody, and another part of me wanted to finish her ass off for stepping to me about the dumb shit.

  “So, this is what you about?” I yelled at Rashaad. “Having bitches fight over your ass in public, and shit?” I was heated. Moments ago, I was excited about simply getting to know this nigga, yet here I was, in the midst of drama because of him. Leaving Anthony was my way out of being in situations like this but, boom there it was yet again. It was hard trying to stop myself from being as mad as I was. I mean the reality of it is Rashaad wasn’t my man.

  “Come on, Ma. You see you got my attention. You see who I’m standing here with.” He stared at me.

  My blood was still boiling, and I really wasn’t trying to hear anything he was saying at that point. I snatched my arm away and stormed off back toward the direction of the park, leaving Rashaad standing there.

  Ras
haad

  I noticed Devyn had a slight stank face on her, as I started walking back towards her, but Rameek cut me off before I was able to get to her. I knew the situation didn’t look good with Mesha popping up and pulling a stunt the way that she did, and I had every intention on checking her on it, but when Devyn went off on me, I couldn’t help but feel some type of way. I saw that spark of feistiness in her, and the shit was turning me on. I just hoped her or her girls hadn’t seen me dip off to be with Mesha, and I really hoped that she didn’t try to fall back from a nigga because of that stunt Mesha had just pulled. I was pissed when I noticed them fighting, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make my dick hard seeing Devyn drag Mesha like she did. I wouldn’t have expected that from her being that she came off as such a quiet girl.

  “Yo’, you remember ‘ole boy from the club that was running off at the mouth and checking for shorty?” Meek said to me, breaking me from my thoughts.

  “Yea…what about him?” I asked furrowing my brow.

  “So, this nigga, Jerel, pull up with him talking about this nigga gonna push packs for him over North.” Meek laughed. I couldn’t help but chuckle. I spotted the dude they called Anthony now standing in Devyn’s face in what appeared to be an argument.

  “I wanted to give you a minute to get your mind right before I let you know and before I nixed this nigga.” Meek stated.

  “Nah, nah, chill.” I said, never taking my eyes off of Devyn. “Let the nigga rock for a minute, and let’s see what happens.” Meek screwed his face, giving me the side eye at the statement I’d just made.

  “A’ight, nigga. Just let me know how you wanna play it.” Meek dismissed me. I was going to find enjoyment in taking Anthony’s girl while he made money for me. I’d wanted to stomp a hole in his head the first time he approached me with that rah rah shit in the club. He was lucky I’d just finished conducting business with one of the cops from the area and didn’t want to blow the spot up and draw unnecessary attention, but I most definitely wanted to shut shit down on his ass.