Page 5 of Zinc: Black Metal Gang

I walked through the lobby to the elevators that sat along the left side. It took little to no time for me to get to my designated floor. Stepping off, I noticed the chef and his team were knocking on the door. I quickly acknowledged them as my body moved faster than my mouth.

“I’m here fellas. I’m here,” I said damn near running down to them.

“Aye, help her. The hell you standing there looking for.” Kato… he was tall, black, and handsome as fuck. I mean, if you put him next to exquisite, he fit the description to the fuckin’ T.

“I got it, Kato,” I said fumbling with the bags and my purse for the room key.

“Oh, I know you do, Mama. However, I need to teach these niggas some manners. They ain’t never really been around a real woman before. They used to dumbass hoes that’ll fuck without making them earn the pussy.”

Giggling, I shook my head and handed over the things I brought upstairs. I swiped the key and granted them accessto the room. We filed in one by one, and they headed for the kitchen area. They’d already been here this morning slow prepping and now it was time to get down to business.

“Kato, you didn’t bring any shellfish, did you? She can’t have that while she’s pregnant.”

“I’m a nigga that listen’s the first-time love. You ain’t got to repeat yourself with me,” he said throwing winks my way.

He’d been flirting with me since I walked into his establishment. He was aware of my relationship with Zinc, but he didn’t care. He let me know he was willing to wait for him to fuck up so he could swoop in and take me from him. Little did he know that would never happen. I was good and secure with Nahmari. He was a lil’ off his rocker but it was everything I wanted.

“I’m off limits, Kato.”

“I’m a nigga with morals and respect, baby. It’s fuck yo’ nigga, but I’ll keep my distance for you.”

“You’re too old to have a crush on me, don’t you think?”

“That’s for me to decide. Go do yo’ thing and let me do mine. I can’t sit and talk to you all night even though I would love to.”

He placed distance between us, and I was grateful for it. If I wasn’t a loyal ass bitch, I would’ve given that fine ass nigga a piece of me already. God knew exactly what he was doing when he made that man. My young buck though, he fucked me good, loved me good, and made sure I was good. I wasn’t a greedy woman and was more than happy with my man.

For the next hour, I decorated the suite and got everything prepared for my bestie. The color scheme of her wedding was rose gold and white, so I decorated according to that. By the time I was done, the ladies were knocking on the door ready to have a good time. A smiled stretched across my face as I rushed to the door.

They filed in one by one with my girl being the last to enter. She looked so pretty in her sundress. She was all belly this go ‘round, that’s how I knew she was carrying a boy. “Bestie,” I sang throwing my arms around her neck.

“Please tell me you got something for me to change into. I am exhausted and all I did was walk from the end of the hall.”

Shaking my head, I chuckled at her complaints. I warned her when she got pregnant the first time that Chrome wasn’t going to let her coochie breathe. He was twenty-six and was just getting started. She was worn out because her body was no longer built for kids this late in the game. However, God was blessing her with child after child with no complications. She was going to keep giving that man kids as long as he showered her with the love she deserved.

“Everyone has pajamas, bestie. Ours are in the master bedroom. Come on so we can get changed.”

“Is someone cooking? It smells so good in here,” she questioned.

“Uhm, yeah. I called on a certain establishment. Let’s get changed and then we’ll be ready. Ladies, your pajamas are in the room on the bed in your bags. They’re labeled so you’ll know what’s yours. Meet us back in the living room area in about fifteen minutes.”

We went our separate ways with the ladies taking in the men from Enticing Entrée’s. All I heard was them flirting on the way to their room. I snickered at Sadie saying she was ready to go. She was a stud and didn’t too much like attention from males.

Entering the bedroom, KoKo took a seat on the bed and immediately slid her heels off. She was five months pregnant and refused to dress like it. She wore her best fits and heels until her body wouldn’t allow it. Boss bitch status and you never saw her sweat.

“Girl, I feel like I can call timber any second. Why the hell did you let me get pregnant again?”

“Because yo’ coochie ain’t mine, yo’ nigga ain’t mine, and neither is yo’ marriage. You complaining now but be all smiles when you have them. I have you some slippers and stuff, so you’ll be good tonight.”

“Thank you, bestie. Now, who the hell are them niggas in the kitchen?”

“The uhm, servers,” I said excluding the fact that they were indeed the entertainment for tonight.

“Heffa, I don’t like the way you said that. Them niggas better serve food and not dick tonight. I ain’t trying to hear Chrasmere mouth.” As much as she hated to admit it, she hung on to that nigga every word.

“Change, enjoy your entrée’s, and get ready to be a married woman… again.”

“Thank you for this. I swear it seems like all I’m good for now is birthing that nigga kids. I haven’t had a good girl’s night since I got engaged. Oh, and I have to applaud you for not telling Zinc about the engagement. Chrome just told him today.”

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