Page 17 of I Found Love

“It is fair, love. Not every one of our friends or our family will be in our wedding, so he gon’ be aight. Shit, the nigga cooking for y’all, so that should be good enough.”

“I can’t believe you.” She folded her arms in front of her, looking like Nai on the rare occasion that one of us told her ass no.

“Believe it, baby. One of my homeboys ain’t even comin’ because you don’t want him to.”

“Zed is disrespectful. It’s not even the same thing.”

“I’m not even gon’ tell you what I think ya homeboy is, Kenya.” I laughed while shaking my head. “But let’s change the subject because that ain’t changin’.”

“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes and started to tell me about her vacation with her sisters and how much she needed the getaway. They were about to go get massages and shit, so I sent her some bread to cover the shit even though I gave her ass money before she left. I was a sucka for her like that and would do anything to keep her pretty ass happy.

Except let her homeboy be one of my groomsmen.

I usually folded and gave my girl whatever the fuck she wanted, but I was standing on that shit. Like I’d told her plenty of times before, I ain’t have an issue with G like that, but I ain’t fuck with him enough to let him stand next to me on one of the biggest days of my life either.

I chopped it up with my baby for a little longer before we finally hung up and I got back to what I was doing before she called. I’d told everybody at the stu that I was off until after my honeymoon but leave it to Coya’s ass to be worrying me to fuckin’ death. Jionne had hit me up claiming that she was refusing to record until she talked to me, and that shit had me hot. Shit had been straight with her since we had that talk some years ago, but now the bitch was getting on my fucking nerves again.

I went to Big Ma’s room to let her know I was about to dip for a little before I left out heading for The Barracks. On the way I faced a blunt that I had rolled before I left the crib because I knew I was gon’ need the shit.

When I got there, I tossed my head up to Jionne who was posted up front shaking her head when she saw me, likely because she knew I wasn’t in the mood for the dumb shit we both knew Coya was on, before taking the small walk down the hall to the studio room that Coya was in.

“Hey.” She perked up when I entered but her smile faded when she noticed I wasn’t returning the gesture.

“Let’s go over the dynamics of this business shit, Coya,” I began. “Who shit is this?”

“I wasn’t?—”

“Who shit is this?” I cut her off, repeating my question.

“Yours.” She replied, somberly.

“Aight,” I nodded. “And who sign ya checks?”

“You do, Chez, but?—”

“If my mothafuckin’ name on the door and my signature is on yo’ mothafuckin’ checks, what the fuck make you think you gon’ walk in this bitch tellin’ me or my people what yo’ ass not gon’ do?”

“I just wanted to talk to you.” she argued in a pleading tone. “I’ve been calling and texting you?—”

“And I been ignorin’ yo ass, fuck you mean?” I frowned. “I told y’all I was gon’ be out the way until after my fuckin’ honeymoon so how’d that translate to you that I was gon’ be talkin’ to yo’ ass while I was out?”

“It was about music though,” she said and dropped her head.

“Tiny or Jionne couldn’t help you with that?”

They were both more than qualified to answer any fucking questions about music that her ass had, she just was being worrisome as fuck.

“No. They—I just had questions about a specific song.”

I wanted to keep going on her ass because I didn’t give a fuck what it was about for real, but I was here now, so I sighed heavily then asked, “what song, Coya?”

“I Found Love.”

“That’s Grey’s song.”

“Right,” she nodded. “With you.”

“Okay, and?” I was growing impatient as fuck with her ass.

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