The Essence Of Love

Mind Blowing Shit

KNOCK KNOCK

"It's meee." I say as I walk into our room, getting a strong whiff of some loud ass weed.

"Titan, I don't want to smell like weed wh--"

"Shit-- Aye, cuzzo, I'ma call you back aight? I just dropped my damn blunt."

"Titan!"

"Damn baby, you look so fuckin' good you made me drop my damn blunt, why you fussin'?" He makes his way towards me.

"Becaaause ,we're gonna walk into the party smelling like weed!"

"Awww look at ha, I don't even wanna touch yo ass, you look so perfect. You like my lil black Barbie." He grabs me and kisses my forehead, I wrap my arms around his neck and melt into his tall frame. He looks fine himself with his long dreads pulled back into two braids, and a well tailored, grey Armani suit. His blue tie matches my royal blue Vera Wang dress perfectly.

"Thank you." I say,trying to make eye contact after what he said earlier. His ass definitely makes me nervous cause he's so damn fine. I thought Rico was fine. Naahhh.

"You gon' slow dance with ya nigga tonight?" He says lifting my arm as I do a little twirl.

"Of course!" I laugh.

"You so fuckin' beautiful, you know that?" He says, staring into my eyes.

"Uh uhh, your not getting any right now sir, I know what that tone means." I peck his soft lips.

"Iono whatchu talkin' 'bout." He rubs his face.

"Uh huh, here." I hand him a tissue from the nightstand to wipe my red lipstick from his lips.

"Just speakin' facts lil baby, plus this dress is lookin' too right on this sexy ass body.  You teasin' a nigga, let me go collect my thoughts before I bend yo ass over." He says as he walks out the room shaking his head.

***

An hour later we pull up to the party venue by the ocean, along with Jarell and Antwan. Tell me why I let these fools talk me into taking a few hits from a blunt. I grab my metallic gold Tom Ford stiletto to put it on and he snatches it from me.

"Gimmie this shit." He says as he leans over to slide it onto my foot.

"Thank yooouu."

"Damn nigga you puttin' her heels on for her and shit?" Jarell says as he and Antwan start cracking up.

Titan smirks and pulls out a glock from his coat jacket pocket.

"How bout you get you some fuckin' business nigga." He points it Jarell and he and Antwan put their hands up still laughing.

"Don't shoot!" Antwan says pretending like he's shook.

"Titan really!" I fuss.

"Naaaah , ion see nan shit funny, niggas always tryna show out. I could see if y'all had some fuckin' money then maybe yall could clown a nigga. Matta fact , yall both can cash app me fifteen hunnit for ridin' in my private jet, or yall can be stuck, hehe that shit!" He spat. He then sprays a tropical weed spray to take away the scent.

"Maaaan you trippin'!" Antwan says.

"Whateva man, you can't eva take a fuckin' joke." Jarell mumbles as they got out and walked towards the tent without us.

"Don't be a meanie." I hold his twisted up face close to mine, and he softens at my touch. This weed has me gone,  but I'm keeping it together.