Nothing Even Matters

five.

"God, you walked like a teethed sun, like lions done raised you. I've still got rise to rule the jungle together."

-Miles Hodges

|five|

The mood was sensual as Sade took her time looking around in Raheem's living room. The two had dispersed from the club, not too long after their encounter and since Sade told Raheem she didn't feel like going home, the two decided to watch a film at his spot.

Raheem had left her in the living room while he took a phone call in his room. Sade decided to occupy her time with admiring his home. The spacey loft was definitely tasteful with it's neutral toned color scheme. The art work on the wall took her by surprise simply because she didn't take Raheem as the type to admire the work of people such as Basquiat. A persons home could tell you so much about them.

"My bad about that mama. You decided on what you wanted to watch yet." Sade shook her as she turned around and she couldn't help but to admire the man before her. Raheem got rid of his shirt that he rocked at the club earlier and now only donned a white beater tee and a pain of Robin jeans. His chain lemonade diamonds danced as it swung with every step he took. The artwork on his arms and back couldn't be missed as his back was turned to her while her turned the television on.

Biting her lips at the thugged out piece of man in front of her, Sade couldn't help the heat she felt from her body.

Wanting to take her mind of it, she made a suggestion. "Umm, what about Blue Hill Avenue?"

"What you know about that girl?" He chuckled as he picked the movie from his collection on the side.

"A lot about it, boy." Sade's witty response amused him and he didn't offer her a response as he popped the film inside the DVD player.

Sade took a seat on the couch, getting comfortable. Tucking her feet under her, she grabbed the dark brown mink throw that was across the back of the sectional and covered herself with it.

Raheem wasted no time pulling her body into his as he threw his around her body. His long muscular arms extended well enough where his hands found position on her round bottom. With a firm squeeze and a rub later, his manly hand rested on Sade's ass and she couldn't help but release a shaky breath. She hoped like hell he couldn't feel her heart rate increase against the side of his chest.

Sade couldn't help but let the simple gesture get her hot and bothered. This grown ass man had her feeling some type of way and she knew then she had to be weary of him.

A man like Raheem was liable to come in and fuck up your whole world.

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Raheem.

Raheem picked up his cup of coffee and took a sip.

"So how's everything been Mad?"

"Everything is everything right now. Business is good, money is good, the missus and kids are good. I can't complain." Raheem nodded his head at his long time friend, more like brother. The duo were seated at a little hole in the wall diner that had been around since the two were young jitts. "Cook Ma's" was started by an older woman a couple decades ago and was a family employed only business.

The two men came here often, for Raheem more than once a week, to eat and catch up. The two did communicate regularly but they tried their best to have a face to face where it wasn't so much business related.

This time, it was four days after Thanksgiving and while had been spending his free time trying to get on Sade's good side, Ahmad had just got back in town from visiting his wife's side of the family in North Carolina.

"Man, I almost had to lay Diana's slut ass sister out." Ahmad spat out and Raheem couldn't stop himself from laughing.

"What ha ass do this time?"

"That nasty smut gonna come in the bathroom while a nigga taking a leak trying to fuck. On Thanksgiving day at that! All the family n'shit down the hall eating and she tryna violate." He seethed. "I should've peed in that hoe mouth."

"Damn nigga, leave that up to R Kelly will you?"

"Yo, that shit not funny man," Ahmad tried to argue but he couldn't help but to laugh as well.

"What if Diana would've followed her and came in there? She would've burnt that fucking house down if she thought a nigga was out her doggin again. Especially with her sister."

It was no secret that Ahmad used to be simply put, a hoe. A good looking nigga with hella money was all it took for the birds to come flocking in and that nigga had no problem picking em. At thirty years old and now married with two kids, Ahmad was over the different women every night. Plus, after Diana had packed up his shit and set it outside his house after a woman came to their home, claiming to have a child by him, he knew something had to give.

Not wanting to lose his family, Ahmad cleaned up his act and after months of begging and pleading like he was in Jodeci, Ahmad was back in.

"Yeah you right. You just be glad she didn't go to Diana popping off lies, making it seem like you was the one pushing up on her."

"For her sake, it was good she didn't. I woulda cut a fucking fool."

Ahmad decided to take the heat off his love life and onto Raheem's."

"So what's been up with you?"

"Shit."

"Shit huh." Scratching his beard, Ahmad smirked, knowing the nigga was lying. "Well what about Ms.Sade then?"

"Oh so that's what you was gettin' at?"

"C'mon Heem. I know you nigga. Ya wanna be Prince Charming ass probably been on li ma's ass hard as hell, especially while I been in the NC. What's good frontin ass?" Ahmad blasted his boy and the statement was nothing short of the truth.

"Aight." Raheem sat up in his chair, glanced out then window, then to Ahmad. "I been checking fa' ha."

Both men rolled with laughter, so infectious that even a few people close by started to laugh even though they didn't have the slightest clue as to what the conversation was about.

"But nah forreal my nigga, she a good girl, got a good head on her shoulders. She real down to earth, smart, prettier than a muthafucka and it don't hurt that ha body sick too." Both men chuckled at that. "She got ya boy crushin for real."

"Listen at this. I can't believe ya old ass is talking 'bout some 'crushin.'" Ahmad said in a tone of disbelief, still joking.

"Yeah, what the fuck ever nigga, you asked."

Raheem looked down at his phones screensaver which displayed a picture of Sade smiling big with her eyes closed. The two had went to see an art gallery the day after the club on Thanksgiving and Raheem snapped this kodak of her. He couldn't help but to make it his lock screen.

"On some real spit though. I wasn't just spitting some fly shit when you seen us at the wing spot. That's gone be the future Mrs. Ali man. Watch."

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i was gonna do more but i wanted to go ahead and get this out. sorry for the wait.

i really do appreciate all the love you all have been showing.