Page 6 of Ghetto Heartstrings
The fact that he did all of this for her and even sang the tune to her, knowing he wasn’t a singer and didn’t care what anybody said, she couldn’t deny the man who’d loved and took care of her. It wasn’t a chance in hell that she’d say no. Slowly walking toward him and getting down on bending knees with him, she looked into his eyes and gave him her answer. “Yes! Hell Yes!” She wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tight.
“Whoo whoo!” The drunken onlookers clapped and cheered for them both.
Two shirtless white men stood there with Mardi Gras beads around their necks, having a drunken conversation.
“Bro, I think I’m going to ask the stripper to marry me,” the taller one said.
“Totally dude, that would be so rad.” The other one said, giving him a high five.
The taller one took a swig from his beer bottle and belched loudly before tossing it. “Eh, come on, let’s do it.”
They both walked off leaning on each other for balance, as Perfect and Brook’Lynn laughed at them before focusing back on each other.
Perfect lovingly looked into her eyes. “So, you sure you ready to be tied down to a nigga for the rest of your life?”
Smiling, she nodded her head and answered him again. “Yes baby, always and forever.” She kissed his lips and hugged him for another two minutes before letting him go.
They spent the next two days in Vegas before heading back home. Brook’Lynn had an interview at the hospital, and Perfect really needed to holla at Rasta. Although they both wished they could’ve stayed a little longer… the real world didn’t wait for nobody, and realistically, they both had shit to do. Only they’d bedoing it as an engaged couple now and Brook’Lynn couldn’t wait to start planning her wedding.
“Nigga,what the fuck you keep pacing back and forth for? Why you acting all crazy? What’s wrong C2?” His girlfriend, Kema, asked him as she stood over the sink washing dishes. Kema was beautiful and exotic looking with big brown eyes and the perfect body. Her smooth almond-colored skin was always flawless and the short cut she wore with her real hair was always on point. She had a body full of tattoos and was just C2’s type so, when he met her in the strip club, he had to have her ass. As a matter of fact, he spent a bag on her ass the night he met her. They’d been together ever since and that was a year ago.
C2 ignored Kema’s ass cause now wasn’t the time. He was baffled, trying to figure out why the fuck Rasta was in Atlanta meeting up with Brody’s ass. He knew Rasta was back and forth from Miami to Atlanta, just like they all were, but he had no idea that him and Brody knew each other. He was all prepared to get rid of his ass like Perfect had asked, but seeing that shit, hedecided to fall back… his itch for information got the best of him. He sat down on the couch and pulled out a blunt to roll up.
Walking over with her hands on her hips, Kema stood in front of him while frowning. “Christopher! You hear me talking to you, nigga? Stop playing with me. I bet you don’t be ignoring them hoes out there.” She took a finger, mushing him on the head.
He looked up and gave her a knowing look, trying his hardest to hold his composure… she knew how to get on his damn nerves, and he knew how to get on hers. “What hoes? Man, you the only hoe I fuck with Kema… watch out girl... wit’ all this dumb shit.” He waved her out the way.
“You play too much.” She frowned, turning her nose up. “I can’t stand your stank ass.” She turned to walk away and go start dinner.
C2 fell out laughing but he caught her just in time, gripping his hand on her waist while pulling her down to him on his lap.
“Un un… let me go!” Her face turned red as she tried to wiggle away.
“I was just playing! I was playing ma, chill.” C2 had a good grip but was still laughing hard as hell. He nuzzled his nose in her neck and kissed her. “I love you, Kema, damn… just give me a minute, and I promise, I’ma give you all the attention you looking for.”
The only reason he let her go was because her cellphone was on the table ringing. “Let me answer my damn phone.” She said, using all her strength to stand up as her ass cheeks bounced in her tights. She walked away from C2, putting an extra sway in her hips. Picking up the phone, she answered for Brook’Lynn. “Bitchhhh, I’ve been waiting for you to call me with the news; what’s up trick? I want to know all the details.” She walked to the back room to get some privacy.
C2 shook his head and lit up his joint. “Gossiping asses.” He chuckled to himself, as he pulled out his own phone to call his brother.
Perfect answered on the third ring. “Asalamalakum, bro.”
C2 blew a cloud ring from his mouth and sat up to the edge of the leather money green couch, as his dreads hung down the side of his face. “Mualaikumsalam… fake ass Muslim,” C2 chuckled.
“One day my nigga… one day. What up bro?” Perfect asked.
“You, man… shit, I’ve been waiting for yo in-love ass to hit me up since yesterday. We need to go see Rasta, like today!” he replied.
Perfect couldn’t lie, he felt some kind of way that C2 didn’t handle that business, but he understood. “I’ll come grab you. Where you at?”
C2 looked at the time on his Cartier watch. “I’m at the crib but slide in like an hour. I need a minute to give Kema some act right,” he said, standing up.
Perfect swerved through traffic in and out of lanes, already in route to C2’s house. “Nigga, I didn’t need to hear all of that. You got ten minutes I’m already in route. You better go pump like a muhfuckin’ jack rabbit cause I ain’t turning around.” He hung up.
C2 put the phone down and made sure it was locked; he didn’t want Kema going through his shit. Pulling his red and black Polo from over his head while exposing his ripped chest, he placed it on the couch and then removed his Timbs and dusted his Robin jeans. Next, he removed his boxers and allowed his thick, curved dick to hang and swing freely. The fact that he knew he was about to get all up in some fat pussy had him as hard as a rock, as his thick veins popped out.
He opened the door to the bedroom, where Kema was leaned over with both of her elbows propped up on the dresser and herhands were under her chin. The phone was sitting flat on the dresser and Brook’Lynn was now on speakerphone.
“It was sooo lit and romantic girl!” Brook’Lynn squealed. “I was too surprised, and of course, I was a big ass cry baby.”
