Encounter

ʙᴏʏ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ.

——— Mahalia's POV ———

When he opened the door, my whole demeanor changed. Suddenly the air was thick and it became hard to breathe. This ain't the right address, I'm sure my plug gave me the wrong address. I shifted my weight onto my right foot and stared up at him.

"Zaire ain't nobody stalking you, this is just a one time thing. I know you were expecting Marcus but he got caught up in something and asked me to deliver these to you." I gave him the little baggies and turned on my heels to go back to my car. I ain't have time for this, I was already pissed and plus my feet were hurting. I knew I ain't have to be all rude like that, but I really just wanted to go home and soak in a bath.

"Aye, aye, come here." Zaire's deep voice put me in a trance as he spoke. It was so demanding and so controlling that at that moment I wanted to drop my draws for him. I don't know what it was with me and wanting to be dominated but I felt myself slowly walking back towards his front steps.

"Yes, Zaire?" I folded my arms with my keys dangling on my pinky. To be honest, he looked good standing up there in some jeans and a black wife beater. He had on some Puma slides and had changed his earring to a small hoop. His nose ring was a good look on him and I loved the way he smiled down at me. I could see myself dating him but after what I've been through, I don't think so.

"Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you. I hate when anybody do that shit. Would you like to come inside? I'm chilling with my homeboys and they girlfriends. You can keep me company." He licked his lips and opened the door wide enough for me to see. I wanted to decline his offer and go home but what harm was going to chill with them gonna do? I needed to relax anyways.

"Yea, sure. Just let me take this dress off and change into a t-shirt. I got shorts under here and some slides in my car. I will be right back." Before he could answer I dashed to my car and sat in it. I was talking to myself for a good five minutes while changing. My shorts were black Nike biker shorts and a huge white tee. I slipped on some gray socks and my Walmart slides before walking back up on the steps.

I didn't have to knock because Zaire was already there waiting. I entered the house behind him and he closed and locked the doors holding the baggies from earlier. His house wasn't a big house but it was pretty spacious. He definitely needed some decorating tips but this is what I expected from a guy.

"Y'all, this is my friend, Mahalia. This the girl I was telling you about that goes to that college."

Oh so he been talking about me, huh? It kinda hurt a little the way he emphasized the friend word, but I think that was him throwing hints at what he wanted us to be. No hard feelings though, cause I'll show these hoes how to bag an eight figure n*gga. I waved shyly as all the males greeted me, their girlfriends, they said, were in the kitchen chatting it up like girls do.

"You wanna go in the kitchen or sit in here with us?" He offered, the kitchen was full of gossip and that's something I didn't like. I didn't know any of these people and didn't even know Zaire for real but I felt safer with him. He sat on a black loveseat and motioned for me to sit in his lap. Boy, please. Did you not say we were just friends a minute ago?

Instead of being a vibe ruiner, I sat my big ass in his lap. If he died, he died. Oh well.
He told me to sit down on him.

"You smoke, Mahalia?" He had a rolled blunt in his hand and a lighter in his other. I nodded my head and took the lighter from him.

"Of course, I started when I was sixteen, but you rolled this blunt too loose. Your shit gonna fall out. Hand me a grinder and give me five nuggets." I got down from his lap and sat on my knees in front of the nearest table. I was hoping all the guys had their attention on the game they were watching and not me. Zaire stood behind me and handed me a grinder. I grinded the nuggets carefully and then broke down my wrap. Next I moistened my wrap and inserted the weed. Zaire's blunt was wrapped incorrectly so I pray to heavens that he didn't roll that.

I rolled my blunt and sealed it before using a lighter to run the flame up and down along the seam to dry out the tobacco. I learned this from some elderly woman in my neighborhood. She was about fifty at the time but she looked older. She was as healthy as a horse though and could out run the young folks. I sat back on the floor and admired my blunt before lighting and smoking it. This wasn't my first time so it looked beautiful but I definitely wasn't a professional.

I inhaled the smoke for about seven seconds before exhaling it and pushing the smoke away from my mouth to form an 'O' shape. The whole while I felt Zaire staring at me, but shit, I got that my whole life. I hope he didn't think I was gone be rolling blunts for him and his bitches tonight. It had now gotten dark so while he was staring I got up and locked my car doors before coming back inside.

"Well damn, ma." He said admiring me, he had a look in his eyes that I couldn't read but it damn sure wasn't lust. It was odd but not threatening. It was comfortable but enough to make me shiver.

"Yea, you want some?" I asked as I held the blunt to him. This shit was that gas, I no longer smoked Regular, this was that cotton candy, sweet n' low, tootsie roll type shit. Zaire took the blunt from me and we smoked together until I felt my eyes get heavy. That meant I was high, next was gone be the food cravings. I went into the kitchen where the females were and they kept chatting. I know they saw me because their eyes roamed over my body but they kept talking. And if they didn't care enough to speak I wasn't gone care enough to speak.

I opened the fridge after a while and pulled out some beef and opened a cupboard to find some rice. I guess I was gone be making everyone dinner tonight because I was too high to drive home. I placed two pots and two skillets on the stove before pouring some water in the bigger pot to make some rice. After the water was boiling I added the rice and asked one of the slimmer girls to stir it for me while I opened the gravy packets and added it to some water in the other pot.

After two hours of checking the food and walking back and forth to make sure my rice or gravy didn't burn, I made several plates and put them out on the counter for everyone. My ass did not know how to cook anything fancy but this was an easy recipe that my mother showed me. Other than that, I would be lost. Zaire came to me and smiled down at me before asking me what I cooked.

"Beef tips and rice, duh. You want a plate?" I replied smiling, my eyes low and my belly hungry. He licked his lips instead and came closer.

"Nah, I'd rather have you." He whispered low into my ear, before his medium sized hand gripped my throat. I placed the plate down before biting my lower lip and grabbing a belt loop on his jeans.

"Try me."

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Thank you guys for almost 70 reads, I'm grateful that this story has even came this far. Be safe and beautiful!

✨Kia