Page 36 of Drill Session

“You think I’d cut a nigga off if you said you didn’t like him? You’re hard to please when it comes to every damn thing. I remember at one point you hated Lucky and here we are, married and happy going on eight years. I didn’t give a fuck about you liking my nigga or not.”

The traffic light turned green, signaling my movement, just as she completed her statement. “I am not hard to please.”

“Akira please stop lying to your fucking self. You’re the bougee friend out of Lira and I. It just turns out Drill was never bothered by none of that stuck up ass bullshit. I’ve always said you needed a nigga to break you down and I never said I hated Corbin; I didn’t like him for you.”

“Well, I’m glad you admitted that years later and I don’t think I’m stuck up. I just like nice things, because I deserve them. That doesn’t mean that my man has to afford my lifestyle. Now, would it be nice for my man to cash out on a Hermes bag…yes,” I giggled.

“Drill, I love him for you. That man don’t fucking play about you and I’m glad that you found somebody who loves your crybaby ass.”

My stomach caved in, just thinking about Drill. The feeling is so indescribable when somebody likes you back. I’ve experienced so many lame ass boring ass niggas and I’ve met the one, I’ve finally met my fucking man and I ain’t letting up.

“He does and I love him so fucking much. I’ve never loved a man like this before, this feels different,” I gushed.

“I used to tell you all the time, love will find you when you least expect it. I love this for you, you deserve it. That nigga ain’t let up at all. When you try to get out of line, he put you in check real quick.”

“This last time, I broke down he didn’t even freak out. You know Corbin would’ve left and gave me time to cool down, but Drill wrapped his arms around me and grabbed my chin, looked me deep in my eyes and told me how he felt. It’s the little things he does that drives me crazy,” I bragged to her.

“Trust me, I get it.”

As I pulled into the subdivision where she was meeting her client, I told her I was outside. We talked for a minute, but I had to leave because I was pressed for time. It was already noon and if I didn’t arrive on time my parents would call me having a fit, addressing my tardiness, especially my nosey ass daddy. I’d be running a little behind, so I couldn’t help them prepare like I planned on doing. Jalisa hitting me up at the last minute asking for that favor sort of threw me off schedule and with them being all way across town from where I am now, I’d be rushing to get out there from downtown.

Getting into my groove, I started playing music on my car radio, just as I did that, my little sister, Akea called me. Declining her call suited this moment best because I knew what she was calling me for. When she called me again, I greeted her with annoyance in tone, not bothering to hide it.

“Well, damn what’s all the attitude and shit for?”

While merging onto the expressway, I briefly checked my blind spot to ensure no vehicles were present. “Usually when someone declines the first call, that doesn’t give you the invitation to call again. It means they’re busy.”

“First off smart ass, I’m calling to see where you are, you know daddy wouldn’t have settled for you not answering the phone.”

“Tell him my phone was dead. You know I’m on the way, Akea. I had to do something for Jalisa really quick. I’m headed to their house now. I’m coming from downtown. I should be out that way in twenty minutes.”

“Who’re you on the phone with?” I heard my daddy ask.

Before Akea could speak, I ended the call and started back jamming my music. Then it started ringing again, further pissing me off. Without looking at the caller, I pressed the call button on my steering wheel.

“Hello!”

“Damn bae, who the fuck pissed in your cereal this morning,” Drill’s deep voice blared into the speaker making my heart grow warm. “I would say I didn’t sleep with you last night but that ain’t true,” he continued.

“Hey baby,” I cooed. “I’m sorry for the attitude.”

“Yeah, hey. You know to calm the fuck down when you’re talking to me. I’ll bop down on your ass quick. Why you comin’ from downtown?”

“I’m not sharing my location with you. How do you know I’m coming from downtown,” my brow rose inquisitively.

“I got a tracking device in your car,” he stated casually.

“Are you talking about an air tag,” I shrieked. “How the fuck you get an air tag in my car without me notified. You know when you’re near someone with an air tag your phone will alert you.”

“I’m very well aware of that bae.”

“Well type of fucking tracking device is it and why do you have in my car? Drill please don’t piss me off.”

He chuckled. “My name wouldn’t be Drill if I didn’t piss you off bae. It’s for your safety. It ain’t a trust thing. I trust you won’t do shit stupid.”

“So, can I put one in your car? For your safety,” I rebutted.

“I’m safe wherever I’m at bae,” he uttered. “Fuck you talkin’ ‘bout?”

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