Page 24 of Pills and Potions: Kase
“Nah, baby, you just easy and handed over the coochie like a church program.”
I leaned back, grinning. “Since we keepin’ it real? Your BBL is lopsided. I was tryna stay focused, but one cheek kept clappin’ offbeat like it had its own playlist as we danced. Now leave.”
Shawty began scrambling for her heels in the passenger seat of my ride, mascara running and mouth trembling like she couldn’t believe I was actually kicking her out my ride. I got super annoyed because I was ready to bounce and head to my spot. I needed to get some sleep.
"You a bitch ass nigga. Fuck you!" she spewed, yanking the door open.
"Don’t get mad ‘cause your neck game trash. I should’ve took your homegirl with me, she looked like she know how to suck a dick for real."
My words were cold, but I meant that shit. Shawty wasn’t no saint. She sucked my dick inside, whip after I bought her a few drinks and whispered sweet nothings in her ear. Truthfully, I meant none of it. I used the same played-out lines on these hoes, and they fell for them every time. You know why? ‘Cause I was a dog. But these women were too busy chasing my money to notice I had a collar around my neck. They were too focused on the iced-out Cuban chain I wore.
I leaned over, popped the passenger door, and gave her my million-dollar smirk. She slammed the door so hard that the whole car shook. I didn’t flinch. Just adjusted the Cuban link around my neck and turned up the volume, letting the bass drown out whatever names she was screaming from the sidewalk. Then I zoomed away from the curb as the moon hovered above in the night sky.
By the time I arrived at the mansion, Jace and I shared, my eyes were hanging low. I killed the engine and hopped out. Just as I approached the door, a chick named Imani hit my line on FaceTime, and instantly, my dick twitched. That nigga had a mind of his own and loved pussy. Shawty was an Instagram model with a fat ass, double D’s. I slid in her DMs one night, and the rest was history. When her face popped up on the screen, I smirked.
"What’s up, ma?"
"Hey, Kase. I came to your club with my girls to party, but they said you wasn’t there. You tryna see me?"
I licked my lips slow, letting my eyes drag over her like I was undressing her through the screen.
"Depends on how bad you want me."
She bit her lip. "Really bad.”
I smirked. "Later, shawty. I got other things to do."
"That’s too bad… my pussy is purring for you. See? Look at her. She calling your name."
Imani’s camera dipped and there it was, wet, creamy, glistening just for me. My shit jumped instantly. But I leaned back like I wasn’t fazed, like I wasn’t hard as steel under the camera. Player rule number one? Never chase. Even if the view is everything.
I chuckled, voice smooth as silk. "She look good, ma. Real good. But showing her off ain’t enough to earn this dick tonight."
I stared dead into the camera, eyes hooded. "I’ll call you when I’m ready."
Just like that, I ended the call. Then I stepped into the house, where my Pitbull greeted me by jumping up and licking my face. She followed my black ass upstairs before I hit the shower.
Once I was clean, I slid downstairs. My shirt was off, and I had on boxers, low as hell, just to get something to drink. I grabbed the milk carton straight out the fridge. Yeah, I drink from the damn jug. My house, my rules. Truthfully, I wasn’t expecting an audience until I heard feet approaching. Then I saw Blyss. She was standing in the kitchen doorway like a deer caught in headlights, glasses foggy, little pajama shorts damn near swallowing her thighs. Of course, she had that hoodie zipped up to her neck like she was scared of catching a cold. She looked like a little librarian who got lost on the way to bed. Instantly, she froze seeing me. I saw her eyes dip, real quick, then snap back up like she hadn’t just scoped my print.
I smirked. “What’s good, Wheels?” I said, voice low and gritty.
She stammered, “Uhh… nothing. I just came to get some milk.”
“Nah,” I held the carton up. “This all we got. And it’s mine.”
She nodded awkwardly, started to back away like I was dangerous. And I was, but not in the way she thought. I watched her fidget, glasses sliding again. That shy energy? Shit was magnetic. She didn’t even know how bad she had it.
“You always move like that when somethin’ stiff around?”
Her eyes got big, like I just slapped her.
“Excuse me?”
I took another sip, eyes never leaving hers. “Just askin’. You was damn near panickin’ when your little pink pocket rocket started goin’ off a few days ago like it missed you. It was buzzin’ like it had somewhere to be.”
Her face turned the color of a fire truck. I laughed low, watching her damn near short-circuit.
“Can we not talk about that?” she whispered, eyes darting toward the hallway.
