Page 24 of Anything Necessary for Her
“That is not true! I want a man who can walk in there and talk his shit back if needed! Why on earth would I want a man I love or desire to go in there and not stand up for himself? Do you hear yourself?” I pointed to my ear and calmed down when Trayvon said nothing, only balled his lips in vexation. Sighing, I said, “Look Tray, I know you are embarrassed, and I am sorry for that. But this should show you that are not the man for me. You have a lot going for you and are a great man, just not for me.”
“Man. Fuck this.” He waved me off just as two men climbed out of the big black truck that had pulled up moments ago.
Trayvon halted momentarily until he realized they were just attending the party. I recognized Low and Free immediately, noticing the way Low stared Trayvon down in the eyes as he bypassed him.
“Sup.” Free nodded, hugging me into his side very lightly.
Before he even pulled away good, my eyes had latched onto Low’s. I tried to tamper down the smile I felt brewing within me, but it was difficult and a futile effort.
“Hi.” I waved, speaking softly, which was stark in comparison to how loudly I’d been talking with Trayvon minutes ago.
“Sup.” Low, too, failed to hide the smirk tugging at his sexy lips.
Free whipped his head back and forth between us and groaned. “Aww fuck. Sif gon’ kill this nigga.”
“Kill him for what?” I snapped out of my trance. “Because Ispoketo him?” I pointed at Low.
“Spoke?” Free looked me over with a deadpanned expression. “Y’all was looking at each other like you was waiting on him to come down the aisle.”
“The woman walks down the aisle, nigga.” Low chuckled cutely.
“Whatever! I don’t give a fuck if they skip down that muthafucka arm in arm.That’show y’all was looking, and Sif gon’ murk you.”
“No reason for him to,” was all Low said and very dryly.
“Yeah, aight. Well I’m heading inside. I’ll tell them you went to take a piss as the reason for the hold up.” Free shook his head as he rounded the corner to get to the front entrance.
“I need to check that nigga? Why he hollering at you?” Low cocked his head, staring down at me. He smelled so good, and even though he was in a somewhat fitted white T-shirt with a wife beater under, dark Amiri jeans, and his favorite navy blue low top Chuck Taylors, he looked so fine. His gold chain and watch looked perfect against his dark syrup colored skin.
“Thank you.” I simpered. “But no. He was kind of right to yell at me.” I looked down at my sandal heels and the gravelly ground beneath them.
“I can’t imagine that, Banks.”
“Well, it’s true. He finally gained the courage to meet my brothers, and oh my gosh, Low, they tore his ass up in there.” The laughter that followed my statement between the both of us made me feel even more like shit. “Unique was the worst. My other brothers weren’t even trying but still did damage.”
“Damn.” Low shook his head. “I know Sif told him he was a bitch but in a slick ass way.”
We chuckled because he knew my brother well. He was the only person I knew that could put you down in an uplifting way.
“Right. Even worse, I invited him because I knew it would happen. I tried explaining that we were done, but he kept hounding me, so I had to get rid of his ass and show him he wasn’t built to be my nigga.”
“You shouldn’t feel bad though, baby. That’s what that nigga needed, clearly. Only a real nigga can walk in there and face them niggas head on, no issue.”
“Couldyou?” I put it like a joke but didn’t know if I truly was joking.
When he shot me a look, I giggled.
“You already know the fucking answer to that. No nigga on this earth can say he put fear in my heart. And any nigga that attempted to press me ain’t never walked off without getting pressed back or with a bullet to his dome.”
“I don’t know, Willow.” I smiled, making him shake his head.
“Just know if you was mine, I’d walk in there and tell them niggas that. Long as you was with that, ’cause I know you love ’em.”
“I do.” I nodded to affirm. “So you’d be down to test it out by taking me in there and dancing with me?” I folded my arms across my breasts and didn’t miss Low’s eyes darting to them before his tongue journeyed across his bottom lip.
“Are you mine?” He took a step toward me for some reason, thick eyebrows lifting a smidgen.
His hand went up to stroke his beard, causing his muscular biceps and forearms to flex a bit, making it look as if his tattoos were moving. My clit had begun to thump like it always did when he and I were vicinal to one another.
