Page 37 of Drill Session

“To answer your question, I was handling something for Jalisa. She’s busy with a client and needed me to do something for her.”

“Where you headed to now? Come pull up on me, so I can show these gym bitches up here my eye candy.”

“As long as you’re telling them you gave a girlfriend, I don’t need to pop up acting like I give a fuck about any of the gym equipment. I’ll put some athletic wear on real quick just to spy on you, making sure you’re on your best behavior.”

Before my eyes I could see the gym bitches, especially his clients doing the most. Drill is very attractive, and I know how women get. Every other damn day, he’s trending for doing what he gets paid to do on social media and that shit annoys the fuck out of me. They be acting so damn thirsty in the comments. Lira’s messy ass tagged me in one of the videos and before the hype could be diverted to me, I untagged myself, but I didn’t do it fast enough for them to be swarming on my page and following me. Though I haven’t posted him yet, he stayed in my close friends.

That got a heavy laugh out of him, making me roll my eyes. He knew I wasn’t lying;,that’s why his black ass was laughing.

“I can see your crazy ass doin’ some shit like that. I ain’t crazy to fumble you for no chicken head, girl.”

“Oh, I know,” I boasted. “But I know how persistent women can be. Shit, I can just imagine what your DM’s look like. I know it’s so many thirsty bitches in your message, saying and sending you crazy shit.”

“Pussy don’t move me,” he retorted, making me gape my mouth open in shock.

“I beg your fuckin’ pardon! I had you driving in the snow, playing dress up for this pussy. Don’t get the big head nigga. I don’t lie, I state facts,” now it was my turn to boast.

“You get that shit from me.”

“Say I’m lying then,” I grinned.

“You ain’t lying,” he admitted.

“I know I’m not. I had Martavious Washington in a hot ass Santa Claus suit, letting kids tug on his beard and call him Santa.”

“Yeah okay, chill out.” I could hear him smiling and that was all the more boasting I had to do as I pulled up to my parent's house. “I rest my case, nigga.”

“You at your folks’ house? What they got goin’ on?” He queried making me roll my eyes.

“I can’t wait to find that punk ass tracking device and burn it. That’s okay, because I’m making an appointment first thing in the morning to my dealership so they can take that mess off.” I complained as I pulled the sun visor down to check out my minimal makeup. Due to me being rushing to get ready this morning, I had to light beat on myself.

“Not even the feds can find that muthafucka bae, don’t fool yourself. I’m a smart criminal, not a dumb one.”

“Yeah, your smart ass still got caught.”

“Only ‘cause a nigga snitched,” he defended.

My daddy spotted me from the garage, and he was mouthing something. I knew he was talking shit, but I wasn’t as late as I anticipated to be, but nonetheless I wasn’t on time like he wanted me to be. He was pointing at me with the pair of tongs in his hand, still ranting off at the mouth. My uncle Earnest, Derrick’s daddy came into view, putting a hand over his bald head to block the sun.

“Baby let me call you back. I’ma call you as soon as I leave here okay.”

“You good, enjoy your time with your folks.”

“Okay, I love you.”

My heart beat rapidly before trembling took over awaiting got him to say it. I needed to hear him say it… I needed to hear him tell me he loved me… our love was one step closer and hearing him say those words would make me feel more complete that I’ve ever felt with any man.

“I love you too.” He muttered cooly without a stutter.

“Martavious,” I inhaled deeply, trying to calm the tremor that ran through my body.

“Akira.”

“You said it,” I muttered barely above a whisper.

“And I meant it. You’re teaching me and I’m taking notes.”

“Nigga you make me fall more and more in love with you every day.”

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