Let the Bag chase you

Part 4

Hey, My Lil ninjas🐱‍👤 sorry for the EXTRA long wait but life has been moving fast for me with taking on more responsibilities but I'm still going to make time for what I love, I haven't forgotten about yall or my stories.❤❤

•Demario POV• 2 months later•

  I could feel the warm presence next to me in bed, turning over I met the curvy figure. Messy curls met me first, next was the light fruity scent, and lastly was the soft voice saying, "Mmm, mornin' boo." It was the lil bit, what was his name?.... Dimitri, ya that's it, Dimitri. Rubbing my chest and belly bout to make a nigga fall back asleep, then I felt a warm wetness wrap around my meat.

  The morning head wasn't great but after a few scrapes, I was brought outta my daze, grabbing a fist full of curls, I pulled the head up off me. I was in the process of wondering how shorty was so fine but was going shark attack on the dick when I noticed Dimitri, wasn't Dimitri. I jumped up, "Huh, who the fuck is you shorty?" I asked realizing I was dreaming bout lil bit. The light-skinned shorty snapped her neck at me, "Uh uh, how you don't know my name?" Hoe seemed offended but she wasn't supposed to be here in the first place. "I don't do sleepovers shorty, get yo shit and hit the door." My mood was already blown without her cussing and talking loud bout how Im a dog and ain't shit. What really fucks me up is this ain't the first time I been thinkin' bout him, it's becoming a frequent thing. I go out drinking, meet a bad shorty, and then they somehow morph into him.

 The slammed door let me know my unwanted guest was finally gone, and good riddance head game was on shark week. TRASH. But I needed to get to the bottom of this mess so I hit up one of my day ones, Kenny, to meet me for a bite. He hit me back with an OK, and I started to get myself ready for the day. 45 Minutes later I was locking the door and getting in my whip.

•Kenny•

  My nigga met me on the patio of the small restaurant, we dapped each other up and then headed in. The girl working the front sat at a table near the back, "So what's up man," Kenny started, "You lookin' a lil drained, and not in a good way." I had to chuckle at that, it is always the day ones who know you the best. "Ya man, I been a lil down bad," I stated rubbing my hands on my face as I remembered him again. "It's the shorty, Dimitri." By now Kenny was reclined back in his chair. "Oh, I think I remember him, curls and curvy?" Kenny ended the question by rubbing his chin. "Ayy nigga," I barked, and he threw up his hands in defense. "My bad, but shorty was bad." It wasn't a shock to me he said that I knew Kenny had his kinks, I guess it was just the idea that someone else might find him attractive that set me off.

  Kenny was a mass of laughter and hand-banging after I told him what happened, "Tito. TITO, my nigga?" I can't express the embarrassment I'm feeling watching this man I call friend laughs in my face. When he finally calms down, he just looks at me with a look of disbelief, "But for real bruh, why you was trippin' over Tito of all people?" "Man gonna be real with you, it wasn't even Tito," I began, "It was the fact that he was getting that attention from another nigga, not me." Kenny nodded like he understood and took a sip of his drink. "So what you tellin' me is you a dumb nigga." Taken back I could only blink at him. "Demario, I'ma be 100 with you, Dimitri was BAD, all caps." "The skin, the eyes, the BODY!! Bruh you fumbled." The words stung but he was right, I messed up the start of what could've been a good thing. "Buuut, that doesn't mean you're out of the game my boy," Kenny reassured me with his trademark smirk, "Now do you want him back is the real question?" I know my facial expression said it all, YES!

  The rest of the lunch was spent catching up and Kenny dropping a few ideas on my predicament. Now weaving through traffic I was starting to formulate a plan for securing my shorty. Never would've thought one conversation would help me clear my head enough to think straight, but the only real problem was finding him in the first place, Ding Ding, my phone chimed on the stand I had in the car,

*Attachment*

  Opening the message I crack a wide smile, ya it's time to get Dimitri back where he belongs. With all the ideas circulating in my head, I barely realized I arrived home. Getting through the threshold of my pad I made short work of packing up some shit quickly, I didn't really need anything important, and if I did need something it's nothing to pop in a store and buy it. After a couple of final calls to some people, my preparations were done and I flopped onto my bed with a Hmph. In less than 24 hours I would be putting into action the plan I have to get Dimitri back. My heart was racing at the thought of him, but my body was tired, I didn't even realize that sleep had taken me till my alarm roused me from slumber.

BEEP BEEP BEEP *2.5 HOURS TILL FLIGHT* BEEP BEEP BEEP

See Ya'll in the next one

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