Once in a Blue Moon

|Vingt|

A/N: Good afternoon. 🤗

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On with the story.

 "This is the life," Cita sighed, leaning her head back as the jacuzzi jets massaged her body with water.

Her jet black hair flowed behind her, onto the chest of Smokey, who was casually sipping champagne while smoking a cuban cigar. The Percocet and Stripper Joint by Future played on Cita's portable bluetooth speaker.

"You happy to be here with me?" Cita turned her head and smiled at Smokey, showing her perfect white teeth.

"It's cool," Smokey mumbled, blowing out smoke. He looked distracted. Cita floated over to him and laid a hand on his chest. "Hey. You okay?"

Smokey stared at her, wondering if he could trust her.

"Something up with Smiley," He finally said. He clenched his jaw. "He won't talk to me about it."

"What do you think it is, babe?" Cita asked.

Smokey cut his eyes at her. He enjoyed Cita's company, but he wasn't with the lovey dovey shit. He didn't have the time for none of those female ass emotions girls were prone to.

"I don't know, man." Smokey leaned back in the tub. "I'ma figure it out. Maybe my nigga just need some time to himself." Smiley wasn't acting a way that would alert most people. But Smokey was his twin, he knew when Smiley had to take a shit just from the way he scratched his head. Nothing about his brother would get past him.

"Smiley had a daughter. She died like, three years ago," Smokey said after a few moments of silence. Cita's jaw dropped.

"How'd she die?"

"His baby mama boyfriend was smoking a cigarette and fell asleep. Fire broke out..." Smokey trailed off and shook his head. "The only survivor was his baby moms. She live in New York now. The anniversary of the death coming up but he normally don't act out of character. He seem...distant."

Cita wrapped her arms around Smokey. "That has to be what it is. Just talk to him later. He probably needs someone to be there for him but doesn't want to admit it."

Smokey put his arm around her waist and pulled her on to his lap. "Yeah, aiight Dr. Jen, with the family therapy and shit. Come hop up on this dick."

Cita pushed away from him, laughing. "Nigga, you always want somebody to hop on a dick. I'm more than a coochie and some titties, you know."

Smokey scratched his head. "Nigga? You feeling comfortable today I see."

Cita rolled her eyes at him. "I'm an Afro-Latina. It's okay," She shrugged. Smokey put his cigar out. "Man bye. Afro-La-tend to this meat." He pointed at his erection, which was poking above the bubbles.

Cita sucked her teeth and got out of the tub. "Ay! Where you going man? A nigga balls feel like sandbags. Why you playing?" Smokey called after her.

"I'm going to spend some time with people who don't look at me as some sex crazed freak, you asshole!" Cita yelled, throwing a hotel robe around her naked, glistening body.

Smokey groaned. "Fuck," He cursed, slapping the water and accidentally splashing himself. "Gotdamn!" He yelped as some bubbles got into his eye, instantly burning the shit out of him.