(Him so fine 🥹🥹🥹) ——- This is a filler chapter just to say I'm writing lol [NOT EDITED, IMMA LAZY BITCH 🫠]
I woke up the next morning with an intense throbbing headache. "Fuck, what happened last night?" I groaned as I tried to sit up. I was still in Ski's clothes from yesterday. My hand flew up to my neck, yep chain was still there. Why hadn't he taken it back last night?...Ughh, the room was spinning & I felt like I needed to throw up. My phone was ringing & I finally sat up sending my whole world spinning.
At least I was in my hotel room. I patted around the bed & yanked off the covers. My phone landed on the floor with a loud thud. I couldn't remember anything that happened after Juice's performance. I picked up my phone & saw that it was 8am & had 300+ messages, 50 missed calls & I didn't even wanna get into how many notifications I had coming in from my socials.
I was already exhausted & I hadn't checked anything yet. Day 2 of the concert started in five hours. I needed to get myself together but my body was just so sore. I plopped down facedown on the bed groaning as the phone started ringing again. "Hello?"I grumbled, accepting the FaceTime call. I didn't know the number but I answered it anyway.
"Whaa gwaan mi yout ? You good you ain't hit me yesterday when you got in." I heard the patois & immediately know it was Stokeley. "Ski?" I asked rubbing my eyes & heading to the bathroom. I had to pee so bad. "Yeah mama, what you doing? You hitting Douglass later?" He asked, leaning his face into the camera. I could barely hear him over all the commotion in the background. From what I could see it looked like he was in a studio. He had to be with his friends. "I was going to but I feel like I got hit by a mack truck. I honestly don't feel like going anywhere" I groaned as I leaned against the sink & splashed some cold water on my face. You niggas gotta shut up bruh, I can't hear shit onna phone" he yelled, turning his attention back to the me. I still heard the guys laughing & joking in the back but I could hear him much better ....
"Wait who's performing?... I mean, yeah that's my nigga but I seen them perform before. It's other shit we could do right?"
He was looking at me but I knew he wasn't talking to me.
"Jarad tf. The fuck y'all do in Chicago nigga?" He paused to listen to what Juice was saying. ..."Cole will be straight, I'll shoot him a text. We can still slide to see Uzi & Trippie & shit... Nah I need the shrooms first nigga!! Where the drugs forreal?"... Someone responded & Ski laughed obnoxiously. I heard Jarad screaming for someone to call the Plug. I was kinda bothered by the thought of the guys doing drugs but I didn't say anything. Ski was a grown man & I wasn't anyone to him to be dictating what he could or couldn't do.
"My bad cutie, just tryna figure out the moves with my brothers.. matter fact I still got the addy for your hotel. We still don't know what we doing but you tryna slide?" he asked smiling at me & I couldn't help but smile back. His grills gleamed in the light & my stomach flip flopped again. Something about them made him 10 times sexier.
"I'd love to slide" I replied mocking him a little bit & he sucked his teeth jokingly making me bust out laughing. "You & that mocking shit, imma let it go this time but get dressed we'll be there in a bit.... "Check ya damn messages too, I been texting you." He said, placing his cigarette between his lips & lighting it. I leaned my phone up against the mirror so I could actually see him better & free my hands up to get ready.
I washed my face & brushed my teeth while Ski watched me. He wasn't saying much, just blowing out his cigarette smoke. I was still wearing the shirt from yesterday, and I was fully aware that I had nothing but panties underneath. The shirt was long enough to cover so it was okay. We'd only met yesterday & I wasn't that keen on being naked in front of him. It didn't stop him from eyeing my body through the flimsy fabric though.
