T R U C E

Chapter 9

"Home?"

"Yup."

"So you mad at me?"

"Not at all." I put my Marc Jacob's bag on my arm and walked towards the door, causing him to pop out his seat and try to beat me to the door.

Folding my arms across my chest, I look at him irritability. "Vincent I'm not playing this game with you."

He sucks his teeth and drops his head. "I'm sorrrrryyyy man. I'm supposed to be fixing this 'asshole' stuff I've just— I got a lot of shit going on man, in and out the streets. And it's made me tenser than usual. I'm sorry. You forgive me?"

"No." I say unfazed.

"Kay come on, you know you have a good time with me. If not you wouldn't have even came. This ya first time at my house, let's not end it like this ma. Please." He looks at me with pleading eyes, trying to unfold my arms.

I didn't say anything or move, but I also didn't stop him from pulling my purse back off my arm and my folder out my hands. He grabs my hand and gently guides me back to the couch, planting a kiss on my forehead.

"Damn, I'm a bad bitch." He jokes, looking at himself in the mirror with my purse on his arm. "Where my 30 inch bust down?" He kicks one foot up and throws up a peace sign with his version of duck lips, making me literally die in laughter from his unexpected behavior.

"Aiight nie it ain't that funny shawty" He side eyes me, handing my purse back to me before disappearing to one of the bedrooms.

He comes back with his rolling tray, weed jar and Backwoods in hand. I naturally scrunch my face up. Everything about smoking is disgusting to me. The smell, the taste, the mannerisms/behaviors that people develop with it. Why would I want to spend $50+ on a plant that will literally make it hard for me to even think or function properly? Just looking high and stupid.

I guess Vincent caught my facial expressions, because he stopped in his tracks and said "I know you don't smoke. But that's not stopping me. You can sit in the guest room or out on the balcony until I'm done."

"Excuse me?"

"Girl this my house. I'll respect your wishes and try not to smoke around you, but I know damn well you ain't think I was leaving out of my own shit to smoke my own dope. It's nice outside today, take the balcony. I'll be out there soon." Just that fast he'd already unwrapped the Backwood & started breaking down the weed inside of it.

I roll my eyes and push him in the back of head as I make my way to his large, nice balcony. He stayed in a 2 bedroom condo, with a huge living room with high ceilings, nice sized kitchen and island, deep walk-in closets and a wrap around balcony.

He kept all of his decor very simple, utilizing the basic colors of black, gray and white with orange accents. Everything was very neat and organized though, so it made the decor come together better. Orange is his favorite color, just like his car.

His balcony consisted of a black wicker set that came with two chairs, a small sectional, and a matching end table. He'd also laid black decking tiles on the ground and added a small bug repellent torch lamp to complete the vibes. I was honestly thoroughly impressed with the thought process and layout of his condo.

I just know a woman had to be involved.

I stretch out on the sectional, enjoying the soft breeze Arizona's night sky was bringing as I watched the traffic beneath me.

The main thing I miss about my old apartment is the view. Vincent stays on the 5th floor so his view was everything!

Most people love the peace, quiet, and solidarity of staying in small towns or rural areas. But I personally love nights like these where you can just listen to the busy city and watch everybody maneuver through, living their own lives.