D.R.I.P

Chapter 5 (Ah'Jhene) Three weeks later

    It was my 26th birthday and LA all star weekend was in full affect. Me and my girl Tyra shut the building down together as we always did. Tyra was my best friend, but more like my sister. We practicality did everything together.

    Tyra was pretty too. She was a chocolate complected girl with a coke bottle shape. She kept her wigs slayed and stayed in designer shit just like me.

    We stood at the bar were niggas bought us our first drinks. When we went out we never paid for anything. We made niggas take care of everything. Hell even when we didn't go out together.

    My phone started ringing. "Oh hey Rashad." I mistakenly said his name with a smile on my face. Tyra had her nosey face on. He wanted to wish me a happy birthday and of course spend some time with me, but he was my secret. I couldn't make our conversation obvious. "Thanks for wishing me a happy birthday." I stated tryna keep the conversation innocent as possible. "Alright I'll call you later." I told him before hanging up. Tyra still had her nosey face on. "Bitch be honest! Don't lie to me. You fuckin that Rashad dude?" She asked me so bluntly. I almost spit my drink out. I forgot she was there when I met him. "Girl no! I'm just tryna see what I can get out the nigga." I said telling only half the truth.

    I couldn't tell nobody about me and Rashad. Not while I was still fuckin with Quincy. "Girl you sleep! I would of been tried that nigga dick out. He's fine as fuck and it look like he probably got some good dick." She admitted. I must of been looking upside her head with my territorial ass. Me and Tyra shared dick before, but Rashad was all mine and his dick belonged to only me.

    At this point I can't say what me and Quincy we're doing. I still hadn't talked to him since I dismissed his tryflin ass! Nigga didn't even call to wish me a happy birthday. Ain't that about a bitch?!

    Tyra was sipping on her Long Island ice tea while still being nosey. "Last time I checked you told me the nigga was taken, so I know you can't possibly be playing the role of his side bitch." She shot. "Girl mind ya business." I told her.

    Suddenly I was approached by a basketball player who played for the Warriors. I can't tell you no names, but I'll tell you that he's one of the best in the league and he looks good as hell. His smile was on point and his height was perfect. "Hey miss. I just want to tell you that you look beautiful tonight. You wearin the hell outta that white dress." He told me while admiring my frame. "Thank you." I replied. "Y'all down to come V.I.P with me and some of my team?" He asked. Tyra and I gave each other that look. The look that said hell yea!

    Moments later we were in VIP getting well acquainted with the team. All of them looked good. I didn't care which one I got cus they all had money. They shared their food and wine with us and treated us like queens.

    As the night continued we talked and danced. He was holding my waste as he whispered in my ear. "I know you just met me, but I'm tryna take yo thick ass home." He admitted.

    The sound of this was music to my ears, but I knew better. There was no way I was going home with his horny ass. I'm sure he was used to bitches going home with him every night. On top of that I didn't just want a stack for my services of one night. I needed to finesse this nigga for a lifetime. I wanted some dick too. I hadn't had none in weeks, but I knew how to hold out. "Sounds fun luv, but I cant stay out. I got school in the morning. And I gotta get back to my son." I lied. "Damn that's too bad." He expressed. "You got my number we can always link up another time." I told him before I released my hands from his shoulder and began walking off.

    I could tell he wasn't used to this as Tyra and I walked off together. Our number one rule was never to go home with a nigga on the first night no matter who he was.

    See you gotta get the nigga's anticipation up and make him anxious to have you. You gotta make him crave you. You gotta damn near give him blue balls before you give him some.

    Tyra and I were waving bye with grins on our faces as they begged us to stay, but we kept walking off. It was clear that the other chics were mad.

    We held our laughs in until we made it outside of the building. "Bitch that shit was crazy!" I told her. "We did that!" She replied and we slapped hands in excitement. "Hoe You was ready to give up that lil coochie! I could tell!" She joked. "Nah bitch you fasho was!" I joked back.

    We were so proud of ourselves, but then our party was interrupted by Quincy who was walking up to me. "Oh shit. What this nigga want?" I said quietly trying to prevent a scene. "I thought that was zaddy." Tyra teased. "Girl he been fuckin up." I confessed.

    Finally Quincy was in my face. "Quincy what are you doing here?" I asked. " I wanted to surprise you?" He said. "What a fuckin surprise." I said calmly. "Jhene baby I'll do whateva to get you back." He replied. I looked around a bit embarrassed as there were people outside the club watching. "How did you know I was here?" I asked. "One of my niggas had your birthday flyer." He confessed. "I can't do shit!" I said in frustration while stomping my heel on the ground. "Quincy what do you want from me?" I asked trying to be easy. "I want you to come back home." He said reminding me that I'd been staying out every night. "I'm not coming home right now." I told him. "Look what a nigga got you baby." He pointed across the street to a pink Rolls Royce that had a big bow on it. Nigga almost won me over when he gave me the keys. Tyra chimed in "Jhene bitch don't fall for that shit." She warned. I didn't reply before I approached the car and checked it out. The outside crowd was cheering in excitement like they knew me.

    Can't lie, this  muthafucka was fresh as fuck. Shinny hot pink with dark tents and black interior. I was sitting in the driver seat with my manicured hands on the stirring wheel. "You didn't get the rims I want, but this is a start." I told him. "So you gone come home now?" He asked with tiredness in his voice. "Tell you what. I'm going to finish celebrating my birthday tonight and then I will come home later."  I told him. I could tell my response wasn't satisfactory, but he knew he wasn't going to get nothing more by being too pushy. "Alright. As long as you come home. Don't keep me waiting Jhene." He kissed my forehead and walked away with a bit of confidence.

Me and Tyra drove off in the Rolls Royce in excitement. "Bitch you betta fuck it up tonight! This shit is wet!" She boasted. "Nah he not gettin no pussy Tyra. He fucked that up weeks ago." I reminded her. "You playin right?! This nigga just bought you a brand new whip and he don't get no pussy?! You a cold ass bitch! So you gone be mad at him forever?!" She questioned. "Weren't you just tellin me not to fall for this shit?!" I reminded her. "And I don't know how long I'm gone be mad, but let's just enjoy the ride before I drop you back off to your Lexus." I warned her. She gave me a salty look. "I need to make a call." I told her. That was her hint to shut the fuck up.

    Rashad answered like he was sleepy. "Hey baby. Where can we meet?" I asked. "I thought you forgot about me... I booked us a room at the casino." He told me. "I'll be there in an hour." I said before hanging up.

    Tyra was still holding her salty look. "I knew it! You ain't slick! I know you fuckin that nigga!" She said. "It's obvious!" She finished.

    As much as I loved Tyra she was riding my last nerve. "So in other words you cheatin on Quincy with Rashad?! When were you gone tell me this?!" She stated. "Tyra I don't need to tell you every damn thing!" I shot. I must of hurt her feelings, but it was the truth. "You know what just drop me off  to my car!" She shot back. "I'll be glad to!" I finished.

    That's just what the fuck I did too. I wasn't bout to play games with this petty ass bitch. I was tired of her all in my business. Fuck her and Quincy. I thought as I made my way to Rashad.