“Damn, who is that?” I heard Sky ask out loud.
I was so wrapped up in a group message with Brooklyn and Kassidy that I didn’t even bother to look up to see who Sky was talking about. Sky and I were like night and day, and I swear when it came to men, we liked different kinds of men. Sky loved her some hood niggas. I’m talking the type of men with golds all in their mouth, old, matted up dreads, pants sagging, tats everywhere on their body, with about three different baby mamas, and let’s not forget the fact that half of the men she fucked with still lived with their mamas. Let her tell it, they could fuck good, so I guess that’s all that mattered to her.
It wasn’t anything wrong with hood niggas. Hell, to each his own. They just weren’t my type. Any man that I dated had to be what I wanted my son to be. Jerrod was that when he wasn’t on his high horse and being an asshole.
“Look at him, Shrimp. This man is fine, girl. I know his dick is big. I can tell just from the way he walks. He walks like that shit is too fuckin’ heavy to carry around. Dammnn, look at those sexy legs. Are you seeing this man right now? This man’s skin is golden. God, look at those tattoos. I think he was over there with the other niggas playing basketball because he’s drenched in sweat. My God, I would like to be the washcloth that he’s going to use tonight to clean his body off.”
My sister sounded thirsty as hell, and I wanted to throw the damn icy that was in the middle of my legs at her. I finished texting what I was texting to my girls, and then I finally looked up. My body froze. My mouth was wide the hell open as soon as I realized who it was. Everything that Sky just said about him, he was all of that and more. He was bending down, talking to his pretty daughter, and when he laughed at something he said, I saw the deep dimples that were stamped into his cheeks. He was fine. Fine beyond words. So fine that even with me just looking, I felt like I was cheating.
My pussy hadn’t jumped like this in years for a man because the only man that it had ever done that for was for Jerrod, and it’s been years since he was able to get me this hot and bothered. When I felt the dryness from the outside air going into my mouth, reality hit me that I was damn near drooling over this man like I wasn’t a married woman, so I bit my bottom lip while pushing a piece of my long hair behind my ear.
“Imagine taking dick from a nigga like that. You know I don’t want kids, but I swear I would push out how ever many he wanted me to. Where the fuck is this nigga from, Takari? It’s not normal to walk around here and be all fine like that.” Sky kept going on.
“I know him,” I let her know.
“Bitch, stop lying. If you knew him, you would be divorced by now. That’s not the type of nigga that you keep in the friend zone,” her ass said.
“I don’t know him personally, but we exchanged words a week ago when I took the kids to the movies. Remember I was telling you about the rude ass nigga that I had to curse out? Well, that’s him,” I told her.
“But you forgot to mention the fact that the nigga was fine! Oh shit, I think he was able to feel us looking at him. He’s looking at you, Shrimp. Oh my God, look at that smile. He’s coming this way!”
I’d stopped looking the moment she said that he was looking our way, and I focused my eyes on my daughter, who was playing on the monkey bars. I could just feel him coming our way, and I wished like hell that he had gone in the opposite direction. I was pissed at myself and Sky for staring at him because he probably now thought of us as just chicks more chicks who were all on his dick. I’d never been thirsty like this for a man. Not even my own husband. Granted, when we exchanged words for the first time, I was able to pick up on his handsomeness, but that was while we were in the theater, still in the dark. Now, the sun hadn’t even set yet, so the spotlight was on him. For whatever reason, I was nervous. My palms were sweaty, and it wasn’t the Miami sun that wasn’t causing that either. It was his ass.
“You still alive? All that shit you be talking, I just knew that someone would have beat your ass by now,” he said, followed by a smirk.
That attraction that I had for him quickly went out the door. It was his mouth that I couldn’t stand. I felt like he talked too much shit. I knew that everyone had flaws, and his stood out like a sore thumb. When his mouth was closed, and he wasn’t saying shit, he could be the perfect man, but the moment he opened it, there was nothing perfect or attractive about him. If anything, I just wasn’t used to it.
If this was his way of trying to prove to me that he was interested, it was different to me. Even with me being a married woman, men still tried and shoot their shot with me, and none of them are ever this damn arrogant or rude.
“I should be asking you the same thing. You’re going to run into the right woman one day, and she’s going to get her husband, boyfriend, daddy, brother, whoever she can find, so that they can beat your ass. Do you talk as much shit to men as you talk to women? I get the feeling that you don’t, which is why you don’t scare me,” I said and rolled my eyes, not even giving him any eye contact because I was too busy focusing on Jada.
My body cringed each time she swung from the monkey bars because she was so wild.
“Is that what you think I do? Talk shit? I’m having a regular conversation with you, baby girl. I don’t give a fuck who a female decides that she wants to put on me, she just better make sure that the nigga can fight and that they have some good ass insurance because trying to fight me, I’m liable to send your ass to ICU. I fight just as good as I fuck. What other insinuations would you like to make about me?” he asked.
I shouldn’t have found the statement that he made about fighting and fucking to be sexy, but damn, it turned me on. I took the icy from the middle of my thighs and crossed my legs because I was bothered. Hot and bothered.
“You shouldn’t care about my insinuations. I’m not your girl, neither am I one of your baby mamas,” I threw out there.
Although I didn’t know shit about him, aside from him being a jerk. Knowing that he had two children, and there could possibly be more, he just screamed that he was part of the more than one baby mama club.
“But you wish you were, though, huh? I must have fucked you in my past life because you hate a nigga for no reason at all. Talking about one of my baby mamas! I mean, since you brought the shit up, I’ll just throw it out there. I have two children, which is that beautiful little girl over there, and my son, who’s over there, playing ball with the other little boys. Both of my children share the same mother. I usually don’t go in on females like this, but something tells me that you can handle my mouth. Your nigga not fuckin’ you consistently, huh? Lack of dick got you bothered, right?” he asked, and I ignored every question.
I could hear my sister next to me quietly cracking up a storm.
“It’s cool. You don’t have to answer the questions because you pretty much let it be known each time you open your mouth to speak that you’re dick deprived,” he said.
I blew out a breath of annoyance because he was pissing me off with his statements about me, which he didn’t know for sure were accurate, even if they were.
“And let me guess, you either live in one of these apartments with your mama or this baby mama that you were just talking about. Hmmm, what else? You couldn’t possibly have a real job. Not with all of those jailhouse tattoos all over your body. What do you do for a living? Post up on that wall with the rest of those niggas and scream
that you move weight? Sadly, that’s not a real job, my friend. Hmmm, what else can I come up with? You say that you have two kids, but you probably just have two kids that you know about, or you’re a liar like most niggas and leaving the rest of the kids that you have out because you don’t want me to be turned off by you. Be honest with me, baby, because you honestly turned me off the moment you opened your mouth a week ago. So, fuck you! Don’t talk on my life when you don’t know shit about it!” I snapped on him.
I don’t know why, but he had it in him to make me so damn angry.
“Ima address everything you said, going in the order of the bullshit that came out of your mouth. I don’t live on this side of town, but my grandma does, which is why I frequent over here the majority of the time. Why you so pressed about my baby mama, though? You wish that it was you who got the dick and carried my kids, huh? Yeah, I think that’s the reason why you so pressed. I don’t know if you call cutting hair a real job, but that’s what I do. At thirty- five years old, I don’t have to fix my mouth to say that I have a boss because I work for my fuckin’ self. You see my daughter? Does she look like she in need of anything? I take care of mine more than a little bit. Because I’m black, you assume that I move weight? Had you met me years ago, you would have been right, but you dead ass wrong today.
“Two things I’ll never lie on is my dick and my kids. If I say I have two kids, then I have two kids. I also don’t have to worry about having kids running around that I don’t know about because I strap up twice, and if I don’t, my pull out game is stronger than that mug you got on your face. Talking about I got jailhouse tattoos. You must have me fucked up with one of these other niggas because none of my tattoos were done while I was locked up. Every piece of ink on my body was two hundred and up.