Page 48 of Smoke

“No, but I know who you’re talking about. He’s a wannabe dope boy trying to come up. I don’t even worry about him because he knows he can’t make any money in my city. What kind of problems are this Harry Potter ass nigga giving you, baby?”

I chuckled at the reference. “Not me, personally. A client of mine.”

“Oooo! She must have good pussy for you to involve yourself in something that’s not your business.”

“I haven’t fucked that girl.”

“Then youwantto fuck her.”

“She’s pregnant.”

“And? Since when do you discriminate?”

“Damn, Roux. Just play me like I don’t have standards.”

She laughed. “Let’s not get into some of the women I’ve seen you with before and after me, okay? I’m just saying. What about this girl makes you want to insert yourself in her business?”

“She’s… nice.”

Roux smirked. “You like her, don’t you?”

“No.”

“You ain’t got to lie, Devin. You ain’t got to lie.”

I shook my head at the Friday reference. Roux played too damn much. I would never admit to her that I was insanely attracted to Romi, baby bump and all. I would never admit to her the peace I felt with that woman. Something in her spirit was soothing and worth protecting.

Roux’s laughter broke my thoughts. “Anyway, what’s the issue with that nigga?”

“I hate to break it to you, but he’s definitely dealing in the city. He wants my client to stash his shit in her salon.”

Roux frowned. “Well, we can’t have that now, can we? You spoke with Blake about this?”

“I did. He’s never heard of the guy, but he’s looking into it.”

“Good. I’ll keep my ear to the street for you.”

“I appreciate that.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t get little miss brainiac to look that man up.”

“I don’t need my sister all in my business.”

“Which brings me back to my original question. You like this girl, don’t you? It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me.” She took another sip of her drink. “So you came here to ask me a question you could have asked me over a phone call?”

I smirked. “What are you getting at?”

“If you missed me, just say that. I mean, if you came to give me some birthday dick, I’ll take it.”

I chuckled. “I don’t know, Roux. You still into gunplay? You kinda traumatized a nigga the last time you wanted to play Russian Roulette while you rode my dick.”

She laughed. “Admit it. I gave you a hell of a nut, knowing it might be your last.”

“You might be a little too crazy for me, baby.”

She kissed her teeth. “Whatever. If you aren’t going to fuck me, the least you can do is buy me a bottle. You know what I like.”

“I got you, love. I’ma get outta here. I’ll have the bartender send you a bottle.”

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