Page 12 of Juice

“That’s gone cost you.”

“Ooh you must think I’m one of them other niggas.” I chuckled. Pulling a knot from the pocket of my jeans I held it out to her. “Which section you want me in?”

Rolling her eyes she snatched the wad of bills from me and stuffed them in her apron. “Come on.” Nariah pushed past me and walked away. Like a trained dog in heat, I followed behind her with my bottom lip tucked between my teeth.

“What you drinking on?” She probed once she’d seated me in the empty section.

“I’m not drinking tonight but if that nigga gone trip then bring whatever out.”

“He’s definitely going to trip.” She mumbled lowly but I heard her real good.

“He be on y’all like that.”

“No.” She huffed. “Just me.”

“Ooooh...” I drawled. “Nigga must was trying to holla.”

“And was.” She giggled. “But I turned him down and he be fucking with me on the cool.”

Adjusting my fitted on my head I declared. “I’ll beat that nigga ass if you want me to.”

“Uh no.” She turned her face up. “I can handle Chucky. You want some wings or something?”

“Nawl. Go handle your tables I’mma sit here and wait on you to come back.”

“Who said I was coming back?”

“Go on Nariah. I’ll be right here.”

“I don’t like you.” She swore before stomping off. I didn’t give a damn ‘bout her saying she didn’t like me. Her lil cute ass didn’t turn me down like she did the last time.

It had been damn near two hours by the time Nariah stopped trying to avoid my ass. I guess she thought I was gone give up and dip out but I ain’t have nothing better to do than fuck with her, so my ass stayed planted.

Sitting down on the couch beside me she rested her head back. “Don’t you got some studio you need to hit up.”

“Nope. I handled my business before I pulled up on you.”

“Ummhmm.” She effused. “I know your girlfriend probably sitting by the phone waiting on you to call.”

“Nawl. I told her I was kicking it with my wife tonight.”

“Boyyyy.” She sang. “I am not your wife.”

“Not yet but you will be.” I avowed. “How much longer you got left?”

“I just clocked out.”

“Ohh so you came to kick it with me huh.”

“Nope.” She raised her head. “Came to tell you thank you for the money and I’ll see you around.”

Leaning over I popped her on the thigh. “Why you giving me a hard time Nariah?”

“Why are you pestering me?” She countered. “I mean I’ve already told you I’m not interested.”

“What you not being interested got to do with me?” I retorted casually.

“I’m just saying. It’s clear you think you can change my mind.”

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