Page 25 of Feeling Blue

He watched her continue, making sure her hair and face were in place, enjoying every minute of it. When she was finally done, he helped her slide from the passenger seat and pull the hems of her black outfit down around her thighs. When she’d first put on the black one-piece outfit with all her back out and cut low enough in the front to show the top of her titties, he’d been all for it, but now that she was about to be around his niggas, he didn’t know anymore.

The only thing on his side was Forever was relatively small, so versus looking slutty she looked sexy. The outfit hugged every one of her small curves, enhancing her tiny waist and long legs. Both of her chains were still around her neck while big hoops hung from her ears, drawing attention to how long her hair was. It was no longer in the bun, and now flowing down her back.

“I love this so much,” Blue picked up a handful of her hair and smelled it. “You don’t wear weave?”

She giggled. “Not really. I have before, but it’s not an everyday thing for me. I get braids sometimes, though.”

“For real? I can’t imagine your rich ass with no Black girl hairstyle.”

“What?” she half frowned, and half smiled. “I’m Black Zurich, what else would I wear?”

He gave her a lazy grin and released her hair, doing his best to fix it back how she had it. “You really could wear whatever you want because you’re really like that, but shoot, I’on know. You just look like you only wear expensive shit.”

“Rich Black girls wear weave too.”

“You don’t have rich Black girl energy though, you have rich white girl, my-daddy-is-paid-I-only-date-other-white-billionaires, energy.”

The look she gave him had Blue cracking up with laughter.

“I do not look like that.”

“I do not look like that,” he chuckled. “White girl ass, come on so I can cuss these niggas out for making fun of how you talk.”

He grabbed her hand, but she pulled it away and rolled her eyes at him before grabbing her black Chanel purse with the gold chain and placing it over her body. Blue’s eyes immediately went to where it lay between her breasts. Her chocolate skin, glistening beneath the sun made him want to touch her, so he did.

“Boy, get your damn hands off me,” she snapped.

“Damn, you cutting up, ain’t it?”

“Was that Black enough for you?”

“Baby, I know you not mad. I was only kidding.”

Forever continued fixing her purse before sliding those large ass shades back on her face and closing the door. Blue stood much taller than her, staring her up and down. With her long hair hanging down her back, clothes hugging that sexy, long body, and the black heels with all the straps tied around her ankles, Forever looked fresh off a Paris runway.

“You can be mad as you want, gang, but you ain’t regular like these other bitches and I stand on that. Black, white, blue, or purple, you gon’ stand out every fucking time.” He grabbed her hand again. “Gorgeous ass. Come on, so I can stunt on these niggas.”

He hit the locks and pulled her behind him, smiling when he felt her hand squeeze his. He looked down at her, moving elegantly next to him. Unable to help himself once again, he pecked the top of her head.

“You swear I’m just so pretty.”

“You fucking is.”

Her giggles were tucked in his arm when she leaned her face into the fabric of his shirt. When she finally pulled away and smiled up at him with her white smile, he wanted to say something else about her being perfect, but kept it in. Complimenting her was happening so naturally that it was starting to sound like it was all he knew how to say.

The closer they got to the front door, the louder the party in the backyard could be heard. Smoke from the grill floated in the air as the smell wafted up their noses. Forever’s hand went to her stomach as she exhaled.

“I know I’m hungry if barbeque smells good to me.”

“What’s wrong with barbeque?”

“I’m a vegetarian, Blue-Blue,” she reminded him.

“Damn, I keep forgetting. I hope they got something here for you to eat or we leaving.”

She rubbed the front of his arm but said nothing. When they finally reached the gate to where Pat’s backyard opened, Blue stopped and looked at her again.

“You cool?”

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