Page 59 of Ghetto Heartstrings
Kema relaxed a little and looked out the window at how different everything was from back home, “I’m worried about Brook’s ass.” She admitted.
“Me too…” Yaya shook her head, “Like she trippin’ real hard and I get that she’s going through something but at least she could’ve called, we don’t even do this kind of shit, even if we don’t want the niggas to know nothing, we always make sure we’re good with each other.”
“I know right.” Kema replied, picking at her nail. “Shit kind of hurt my feelings.”
“Mine too.” Yaya agreed.
They made it to their destination and Yaya hopped out and did a spin showing off her crème hip squeezing Valentino dress. “How I look?” she asked.
Kema chuckled, “bitch you look good but even the ugliest bitch would look good if she was rocking a twelve-thousand-dollar dress…yet you got this nigga paying for you an apartment instead of a house.”
“Bitch please…I didn’t want the damn house, hell I aint got no kids, it’s only me and I’m not living in Texas forever…” she straightened herself out. “I’ll meet you back at the room later on…don’t wait up for me.”
“Yeah okay.” Kema mumbled under her breath while hopping on the driver side and punching the address in her GPS so she wouldn’t get lost. “Call me if you need me, and if that nigga tries to hold you hostage, I’m coming to bust his ass.” She said seriously.
Yaya laughed, “He cool, I’ll be aiight.”
She watched Kema pull off and make it to the stop sign before turning around staring at Snake’s huge house. She still couldn’t understand why he needed a big ass house with seven bedrooms only for him, but she guessed when niggas had that kind of money, they could do what they wanted.
Yaya slowly turned around and prepared herself to knock on his door, she didn’t know what the fuck to expect this time around because in the short period of time that she’d known him, he’d been pulling all the tricks out the bag. She had never believed that a person could real deal fall in love just from a couple of conversations but the way Snake was acting, he was starting to make her a believer. He called and text her all day long and she peeped how he also had a little jealous streak, but underneath all of that, he was a decent nigga, and he knew how to treat a woman.
Before she could knock on the door, he was already opening it waiting for her, he was dressed down as usual and not all flashy and shit, but he was looking super fine with his fresh tape and always smelled good, those lips of his made her want to suck the shit out of them. “Hey baby.” She smiled.
He used one hand to pull her close and wrap his arm around her back pulling her inside and closer to him. “Bring yo sexy ass here.” He kissed her cheek, “you know a nigga missed you.”
She spun around and showed off her outfit while playfully batting her eyes, “I missed you too daddy.” She told him only telling the half truth.
Licking his lips he checked her out, “Is that right?”
“Yep.”
“Well come on,” he grabbed her by her hand and led her to the back out on the patio where he had it decked out with dim lights and candles all over the place. On the table sat a bouquet of assorted roses and right next to it sat a sunflower, which was her favorite flower. That showed her that he really paid attention to her when she was talking because she knew she had definitely mentioned it. “This is so sweet,” she gushed. “I know you didn’t do this yourself, but either way, it wouldn’t matter because I love it.”
“Now why you had to go there?” He laughed pulling out a chair for her, “Yeah, I paid somebody to do it cause it was already wrecking my brain trying to put it together.”
“Well, still…it’s beautiful.” She assured him not wanting to take anything away from him.
He sat down across from her and waited for their food to be brought out by the personal chef he hired for the night. “How was Miami?” He asked.
She blew hard not even wanting to think about it, “Miami was hard this time. You know, after burying the baby and tryingto be there for my friend, it was very draining, but I still have to go back in two days.”
The look on his face told her that he didn’t like that shit at all, how was he supposed to get all the one-on-one time with her that he wanted if she kept bouncing in and out of town? He really fucked with Yaya because unlike the other money hungry bitches around him, she was real and kept that shit one hundred, it also helped that she had some good pussy. He knew it was too soon, but he couldn’t help the deep connection he felt toward her, like the shit just gravitated. It was also a bonus that she was drop dead gorgeous and natural.
He shook his head, “You always on the go, you move like a nigga Yaya.”
“Now that ain’t even fair.” She chuckled.
“Nawl…I’m foreal.” He signaled for the chef to bring the food. “I’mma have to change all that.”
“And how you think you gon’ do that? I can’t be controlled, I’m not even that type of bitch.” She said bringing the hood back out of herself.
“By occupying as much of your time as I can…” He frowned. “And stop referring to yo’ self as a bitch, that’s what wrong with females now ma. How you expect for a nigga to not disrespect you if you disrespecting yo’ self?”
Yaya didn’t like being challenged and he damn sure wasn’t about to come in her life trying to change everything about her, nobody couldn’t change her besides her damn self; besides, she wasn’t trying to lock Snake down and be his woman, fuck what he was thinking, but she still played it cool. “Yeah…I guess I hear you.” She smiled.
He nodded his head and picked up his ringing phone causing Yaya to grill him. “I thought you said this was our time, no phones.”
He held up one finger to silence her and answered his phone anyway. “Look, I told you I’m busy tonight, Brenda, you always pull this shit. What? You bet not bring your ass over here, I mean that shit.” He frowned with a frustrated look on his face.
