Taste Test (A Dave East Story)

Chapter 8

Dave

On my way back to the crib from this set in NYC, I stop at the gas station real quick. This weak ass rental takes up too much gas. I get out and walk inside. I might as well get some snacks while I'm here. I walk through the aisles just grabbing shit. When I get to the end of the chip aisle, I hear a woman and dude getting loud.

"Can you please leave me alone?" the female voice says.

"Nah baby. I'm trying to fuck with you!" He says with aggression.

I walk around into the aisle and I see them. I walk up on them and I see a frightened Kennedy and some funny looking nigga blocking the freezer in front of her. I walk up and stand next to her.

"You good baby? I told you not to get out until I got here," I say to her.

"Y-yeah. I'm good. I'm sorry baby I was just thirsty," she says to me with a thank you in her eyes.

"Ayo you Dave East?" the nigga says. "My bad man I ain't know this fine jawn was you! Respect man. My bad."

"Yeah yo bad nigga. Now raise up outa here," I mug him and he backs down.

"Aight." He walks away.

Kennedy looks at me. "Thank you," she says as she walks away.

"Wait a minute shorty," I say as I trail behind her. She stops and turns around.

"Yes?" she says.

"Why you walking away? Can I talk to you for a minute?" I ask.  She's looking good as fuck, man.

"Last time we talked I remember you telling me to leave your place," she says with a smirk. She turns and walks away. I follow behind her, staring at her ass the whole way.

"I know and it's been on my mind heavy. I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you. Please?" I beg.

She grabs some cookies off the shelf and looks at me. "Why should I let you? You really caught me off guard sir."

"You right, and I really didn't mean that. Come on Kennedy," I say.

I put on my best puppy dog face and she fights off a smile. I smile hard and she let's a smile slip through those pretty ass lips. I bite my bottom lip and stare at her.

"So come on, tell me how you're gonna make it up to me," she says as she walks to the counter. I sit my snacks down and she does the same. The dude behind the glass says the total and she pulls out her wallet.

"Nah," I say with a head shake, "I got it, Beloved. You ain't ever gotta pull ya wallet out when I'm here."

"I don't need a man buying me anything," she snaps.

I pay for our things and gas for both of us. Then, I bag up our stuff and look at her. "I definitely know that. Calm that shit down too."

"Who do you think you're talking to?" she asks with one of her eyebrows raised.

I get in her face and size her up. "I'm talking to you."

"And if I don't calm down?" she says seductively. I can feel my shit grow in my pants.

"Come with me," I say, telling her instead of asking.

"Even though I'm a sucker for a good time, you don't deserve this. And you're going to have a hard time getting it if I decide to keep you around." She winks and grabs then tries to grab the bag from me. I pull it back. Ian gonna lie she just shocked me a little bit. I'm Dave East. Every shorty wants a piece of me.