HUSSLE MAN

Hu$$le Man Pt. 8

Nighttime, 10:00...

The handcuffs were off and I was free.

Nipsey waited outside for me, opening the passenger door. "What they say?"

"I was charged for assault on a pregnant woman."

Nip snickered, "Dayum.."

"No time for laughs and giggles."
I look out the window and put my chin in my palm. "I look like a bad person. Remember that woman that whooped that pregnant woman's ass?" I mock.

"Its gon' be a memory to laugh at, though." I slap his face softly and
he grabs my wrist.

"Don't play. I'm not the one."
Nip warned.

" You deserve it for laughin'." I frown.

"Aight. I apologize." He put his hand to his chest and reached for my thigh.

I jerk away.

Seeing that I was uncomfortable, Ermias put his arm back on the arm rest.

"Let's cruise for a bit. I wanna continue talkin'.. where we left off earlier."

"Okay. Can we do that now?" I ask.
"I wanna know how you feel. I never seen you pour out your feelings."

"Im intrigued by the typa' woman you are.. I love the fact that you be yourself. You're a silly girl."

"Aww, Ermias. That's cute."
I smirk.

"Any nigga would have to fight me if they want you."

We stayed quiet for a min as we cruised around.

"Stop there." I point to an empty park.

He stops and got out the car to open the door for me. I took my heels off and stepped in the grass. Made my way to the gravel and sat on a swing.

"I can smell them toes, a mile away."

"My feet were hurtin', from all that walkin' today." I stick my tongue out at him.

Nipsey stood behind me and pushed me slowly. "I enjoyed today."

".. I did too." I swing my legs out to go faster. Nip lowered his head down to peck my lips. He was about to pull back, but I went in for more.
Cupping his face in one hand.

"Damn, E." He mumbled against my lips and looks in my eyes.

"Sorry." I say embarrassed and laughed, softly. "That felt good.
Never felt that. That's foreign to me."

"Wit' a real nigga like me. It feels foreign."

"Wit' a real man." She corrected. "You're not like those other niggas. That's what makes it foreign."

"Brennen ain't nothin' compared..."
I mutter.

"You mean to tell me, this nigga never gave you butterflies in ya tummy?"

"No." I shook my head. "Never."

Nip never recalled hanging around Brennen much. The only time he did was with Euphoria and he seemed like a cool dude.

"Brennen might be apart of blood." Euphoria brought up.

"I swear I had that feelin'. Even one of his homeboys were flashin' and I suspect they are. Nigga tryna be tough like somebody would be scared of 'em." Nip chuckles. "Ignore him.
I wanna talk 'bout us."

"I still wanna talk like we're friends.
I don't want anything to change between us." I look up at him, above my head.

"Come here." He said and sat on the swing next to me.