Ferguson grabbed and squeezed at my ass cheek, waking me from my sleep.
I groaned a complaint and flipped away from him, but he was holding onto my waist.
I undid his grip on his me, and slipped out of bed.
"Your phone in the front room this time" He mumbled. "You was begging me to take you up here and hold you"
"I don't recall" I said quickly, and went downstairs.
His friends were so quiet, I didn't even know they were here.
They all turned towards me, grinning like idiots.
"Oh Ferg, you're so handsome" They mocked.
"Shhh, shhh, shhh. Where's my phone?" I rubbed my eye, not wanting to hear it.
Twelvyy threw it to me, and I went back upstairs to brush my teeth and wash my face.
Ferg was laid up in bed shirtless, arms spread wide.
"Come here" He said.
"I'm good"
"You got a little crush on me?" He asked.
"No, you're more like a boxing partner who has failed to serve me an ass whopping" I said.
"Why you wanted me to rub on your ass then?"
"I don't know. I don't remember that" I shrugged.
There was a lot of knocking on the door, and I went to go open it.
"Hello" I said, looking back at most of his friends. "Your friend is laid up like a king"
"The Hood Pope? Niggarace?" Nast asked.
"I can't be confortable in my own bed?" Ferg asked.
"Where your room, Sayvior?" Twelvyy asked.
"A couple miles away" I responded.
"Where you sleep at Fergenstein's place?" Rakim asked.
"In these arms" Ferg flexed.
"I'm going to go work out" I said.
"Cause you worked for that ass" Rakim laughed. "That's what you said in the car yesterday"
"Okay, I said some crazy stuff yesterday. I don't wanna talk about it" I shushed them.
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I creeped quietly down the stairs, coming back from my workout.
I heard loud noise in the other room, and jumped in surprise before rushing down the hallway, slamming right into Ferg's chest.
He took out his headphones and looked down at me, mumbling. "Who we getting away from?"
"I duh- I don't know" I tried to slip past him, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me back.
"Do you call yourself being scared of me, now? The big boxer talking tough shit? And don't you hyperventilate because that's taking the easy way out." Ferguson smiled.
"I'm all sweaty from working out, Ferg" I went into the kitchen.
"I worked out too." He said, following me.
I grabbed a water from out the fridge, and walked past him again. "Aren't you going to shower?"
Ferg grabbed on me, and pulled me into the corner.
The countertop, the wall, and Ferguson kept me in place.
"Darold"
"What?"
I stepped up to him. "I'm not going to give you and your little friends anything else to talk about. And you don't scare me."
He stepped forward and pushed my head back a bit with his own. "Did ask if I scared you?"
His laugh took some of the edge off.
I leaned forward and connected our lips, and stepped back into the counter, knocking atleast two glasses off of it.
Ferg dipped his head down when I tried to look so that so we were still kissing.
He pulled me up against him, and I broke away because that was a lot of contact.
"We are disgustingly sweaty" I said quietly.
Ferg licked his lips. "Mhm. Gross"
"Looked fine to me" Twelvyy said. "What you think, Ant?"
"They seemed to enjoy it. Nast, what's your interpretation?"
"Sure enough. Rocky, what you think?" Nast said.
I looked at Ferg before slipping away and glaring at his friends. "Goodbye"
"Sayvior, we was doing the same thing. I didn't tell them to come in"
"I think Sayvior shattered the glass. It's her fault because we heard commotion." Twelvyy said. "Blame yourself"
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"Niggarace, new Versace. Sippin' sake with my posse. Eat that pussy like Hibachi. Leave it wet, that dick Dasani . Salvador Dalí, her body. It's a work of art, you copy? Nigga, all she do Pilates. I go hard, you rappers copy"
"And then Rakim comes in with the bridge, Cause it feels so good when it's you and so on. We got that already. Ferg comes back with the remix to verse three"
"Niggarace, new Versace. I be mobbin' with my posse. Stretch that coochie like pilates. I'm gon' eat it like Hibachi. Play no game, no Tamagotchi. Finger froze like Liberace. Fuck that bitch, I make her knot me while I rep Trilluminati"
He nodded his head and stared at me.
I looked away though.
"He still looking" Twelvyy said.
"Don't you gotta get in there too?" I asked.
"Nope. Not til later."
"Ferg, say Niggarace a couple more times on record. Do it kind of like a refreshing light fade" Some person instructed.
They all left the booth. "You liked the song?"
"I liked the whole thing. My favorite parts were Ferg's verses-"
"Duh"
"-Ant's verse in the beginning, and the 'face, fuck out my face'." I said. "But I like the whole song"
"Shut up" Rocky said. "Shut. Up."
"But you kinda like tie the whole song together. Don't get butt hurt" I patted his head.
"Do me, do me" Nast said.
I'm surrounded by men.
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