Page 31 of Juice

Swipingmy thumb across the screen I answered it and cradled it between my cheek and shoulder. “What’s up?”

“Nigga where the fuck you at?”

Pulling the phone down I stared at the screen. “I’m around the way.”

“Nariah looking for you. She said she called y’all and nobody answered for her.”

“Shit.” Checking the time on my watch I chuckled under my breath. “I’m ‘bout to call her.”

“Do that.” He ordered before banging on my ass.

When Nariah got back from the spa, we were supposed to hit the streets. Her ass wanted to take a nap after we fucked. I was laid up in bed with her when Tamia hit me up asking if I could come see her real quick.

Anybody that knew Nariah knew anytime she said she was going to take a nap it really meant she was ‘bout to get a good four to five hours’ worth of sleep. Tamia was right down the street from us at the Fountain Bleu so I figured I could dip out and kick with her and be back by the time Nariah woke up.

What I wasn’t expecting was for Tamia to jump my ass as soon as I got to her room. I ain’t fuck ‘cause I had put Nari to bed before I slid through, so I let Tamia top me off. IknewI shouldn’t have brought my ass over here, but the pussy pic Tamia sent had my ass doing some shit I’d never done before. Nobody and I meant fucking nobody came before Nariah. I was cooked for sure.

Dialing Nari number I prayed she picked up. When the phone went to voice mail I dropped my head. “Fuck!” I hissed.

“What’s wrong Juice?” Tamia quizzed and stepped out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a robe. Low key her ass had been snappy ever since I told her I wasn’t gone fuck her.

Getting up from the bed I hiked my jeans up and reached for my shirt. “I’m ‘bout to slide.”

“Oh.” She giggled lowly. “Yo girl must be up?”

“What I done told you ‘bout mentioning Nariah?”

Rolling her eyes Tamia stomped over to the bed and sat down. “I just asked if she was up.”

“Don’t ask me shit ‘bout her. That’s my last time telling yo ass that.”

“What the fuck ever Juice.” She spat.

“And don’t think I ain’t peep the way you were eyeballing her last night. Don’t do that shit again Tamia. I fucks with you but I’ll cut you off behind that one.” I ‘bout choked on my tongue last night when Nari asked if I knew who Tamia was. When she first mentioned somebody looking at her funny, I wasn’t thinking that’s who she was talking ‘bout.

Especially since Tamia knew Nariah was first lady. I expected her homegirls to be on some slick shit but never expected it to be her ass. When she walked up with Sahdiah my fucking eyes almost popped out of my head. I tried to play that shit cool by chopping it up with Sahdiah, but I felt Tamia’s eyes on me the whole time.

I meant to check her ‘bout it when I first got here but shit slipped my mind when she hit that head.

“Juice, really I’m starting to not even give a fuck.”

“Glad you don’t.” Ambling out of the room I dialed Byron up.

“You leaving?”

“Yeah man.” I hit the button for the elevator and once it opened I stepped in. Scrubbing my hand down my face I sighed. “Nari done called our ass.”

“Fuck. Aye Luke we gotta ride out. Aye Juice we gone catch an Uber.”

“Bet. Meet me at the hotel. I’mma wait for you niggas to pull up before I get out.”

“We on the way.”

When I hit Lucas up earlier and told him I was ‘bout to pull up on Tamia him and Byron decided they was gone go fishing at the beach. And by fishing, I mean for some girls. Tamia’s hotel sat on the beach, so they weren’t too far away from me.

“Aight.” Hanging up the phone I slid it in my pocket. As soon as the elevator dinged and the doors opened, I rushed out the front with my head down. God forbid if paparazzi caught my ass coming out of the hotel.

Once I was in the back seat of my black truck, I used the driver’s phone to dial Nariah. She must’ve turned it off ‘cause it was going straight to voicemail. “This girl dog.” I groaned.

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