Playboi's Bunny

7. Playboi

December 13th, 2021

The first time I laid eyes on Zayne in the club, a nigga fell in love. And ion even believe in love like that but after seeing her fine ass and the confidence that came with her, she had me on night one.

I never expected her or her girls to hit me up, I figured they were all lesbians and I was better off dreaming.

But I wasn't. And now that I've had a taste of all three of them and it's been so long, it's all I want and can think about.

"This truck sexxxyyyy as fuck." Zayne smiles when I open the door for her and watch her slide inside.

I jog back to the drivers seat and push start the truck on my key fob before getting in myself. I've had this truck for two years now and it's only the third time I put it on the road.

"You want it?" I ask, smiling as she rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

"Boy bye. You better get me somethin' yo bitch ain't been ridin' around in." She turns around and runs a hand over the smooth fabric and damn, she looks so fucking good in my passenger seat, I can't take my eyes off of her.

"Ain't no bitch but you been in my Rover. It's yours right now, just say the word ma."

Zayne bites her lip and then starts laughing.

"You spoil yo fiancé how you spoil me?" She asks as I merge into traffic.

"Stop bringin' her up. I'm witchu right now. You want the truck or not? I can get you a coupe if this too much."

"Mmm, you know I want the truck, Playboi. Lemme drive."

I look over at her and see she's being serious. So I nod and pull over as soon as I can, a few minutes up the road.

Zayne climbs over the seat and I get out and walk around the back of the truck. When I get back inside, she's glowing and the smile on her face is the same one I dreamt about for years after meeting her.

"Yeah, gon' and gimme these keys. I like this right here."

I hand over the keys and lean back with my eyes on her. As bad as she is, Zayne's changed and I can see it.

In the middle of admiring the tattoos covering her skin, a phone call comes in through the speaker. When I see it's Jayde, I sigh and go to decline it.

Not even five seconds later, she calls again. This time, I answer it, not ready for her bullshit.

"Yo, ma, wassup?"

"Hey babe, what're you doing on that side of town?" Jayde's voice comes through the speaker, leaving Zayne behind the wheel with a smirk.

I forgot a while ago, Jayde shared my location on her iPhone but quickly remember after she asks that.

"Shit, runnin' some errands."

"You're never over there. You gonna be home soon? Can you pick up some Hibachi? I'm craving more."

"Yeah, aight." I end the call, sigh and pocket my phone.

Next, I look over at Zayne to see her still smirking and watching me with one hand resting on her slim thick thighs and the other on the steering wheel.