Page 75 of Welcome to the Table
“Hollygrove! Oh, this why you ain’t been calling me, huh? I see you like young girls now. I must be too old for you to call me.” I heard a squeaky voice and already knew who it was. Natasha.
She was the one bitch I regret fucking because she didn’t know when to leave well enough alone, and this wasn’t the fucking time for bullshit. Natasha was stacked as fuck, big ass, small waist, and pretty as fuck, but she didn’t know how to turn the hood shit off.
I fucked her off and on when I wanted a good nut because she had some good pussy and mouth. Anything outside of that was a no-go. I threw her some money every now and then, but that ended a year ago. I tried to ignore her and tighten my grip around Jaci’s waist, but she kept getting louder.
Jaci heard the shit, too. She wrapped her arm around the back of my head, pulling me closer to her. She was doing that shit on purpose, and I was eating that shit up. I felt a presence behind me, then a tap on my shoulder. I shrugged it off, but she wouldn’t stop. I tried to let go of Jaci’s waist, but she wouldn’t let me. We both turned around and faced Natasha, and I peeped the smile on Jaci’s face.
“Yes, he does like them young and crazy, so find you some fucking business before your blood gets on my shoes, and that’s gon’ piss me off,” Jaci told her.
I knew I should have stopped her, but this shit needed to happen.
“Please, little girl. I will whip yo’ ass like your momma should for being disrespectful to adults,” Natasha said, and I knew shit was about to get crazy.
“Move around, Natasha. That’s your last warning,” I told her, but Jaci stopped me.
“Nah, she ain’t gotta move around. Her head gon’ be in my hands, and her body will be dog food. Then, she will move around.”
I heard a click and knew she had pulled her knife out.
Natasha looked at the knife and backed up. “Calm down, Pitbull. She ain’t making no noise,” I told Jaci, and she put it away.
“Let yo’ hoes know what it is,” she told me.
“Oh, you staking claim already, huh?” I laughed at her as we walked up to the window to order our food
“When I let you feel this wet, silky pussy, you became mine, so like I said, let that hoe know there’s a new and only sheriff in town.” She kissed my cheek and turned to place our order
“Give me two T-bone steaks with loaded potatoes and broccoli,” she told the lady and turned to me for the money.
I gave it to her, and she paid, then we stepped out of the way to let other people order.
“You were going to slice ol’ girl up behind me, huh?” I asked, and she smirked.
“Don’t flatter yourself. It was the principle. That bitch didn’t know what was going on and inserted herself into what we had going on. I didn’t like that, so I cleared the shit up. Next time she tries the shit, I will gut her like the fucking hood fish she is.”
I laughed at how serious she was. I knew she was serious, but she didn’t have to worry about seeing Natasha anymore. She’d scared the girl shitless.
“You better not have no niggas jumping out of bushes, trying no shit either, since we are taking it there,” I told her.
“You been watching me long enough to know ain’t no nigga gon’ play with me or you like that. Get the food so we can go,” she said and walked out of my embrace, leaving me feeling hollow.
I walked over and got our food, and we headed back to the car. I went around to open the door for her, then put the food in the back, and went to the driver’s side and hopped in. I cranked the engine and stared at the side of her face.
Jaci turned to me with the stank face. “What?” She curled her lips as I backed out of the parking spot.
“You a piece of work, but this shit gon’ be fun. So, we a couple now?” I asked her, and she started laughing.
“Be careful what you wish for because you just might get it, and yeah, nigga, we go together now.” She laughed as I pulled off onto the highway.
It didn’t take me long to get to my house in the St Thomas project. It was close to the hood but far enough for peace of mind. I needed to be able to get to where the action was, if needed. I pressed the button on my keys, and my garage door opened. I saw her eyes buck out of her head at how my house looked.
“All this your house?” She asked, leaning over to kiss my cheek. She was more excited about the shit than I was
This was the first house I ever purchased. I owned homes in other states, but New Orleans was home, and that’s where I would remain. I had a nice two-story cherry brick home that took up half the block. I had a five-car garage with six bedrooms and five and a half bathrooms. Not every room was decorated because I rarely had company, and if I fucked a bitch, it was in a hotel. Bitches could never say they had been to my house because it would be a lie. It wasn’t that extravagant on the inside, but my room is what got the extra attention.
Of course, I had Athena come hook the rest of the house up. It needed a woman’s touch, and she was perfect for the job. She had my scheme gold with a touch of black because I was a Saints fan. Black sofas with hints of gold in the lining. Even the wall décor was black and gold. Cabinets and all, but it was nice and it fit me.
“I better be the only woman who sees the inside of your house,” she said, snapping me out of my thoughts.
