Page 100 of Anything Necessary for Her
“Beat her ass, Kailey!” Free cupped his hands around his mouth to shout over the music, making his homies guffaw.
I couldn’t stand his light-skinned ass.
Just then, the couple of the hour returned, Low looking normal but Banks’s dark skin looking somewhat flushed. She adjusted her green, sleeveless dress which showed off her toned legs, that she’d paired with some vintage knee-high Christian Dior boots with silver details. Her long, thick, dark hair skirted the areas of her pretty face, brushing right at her elbows.
I watched her, fishing for a flaw that I could point out, but it was an abortive attempt. Banks was well put together, and not a hair was out of place. I couldn’t even locate a blemish or imperfection in her espresso complexion.
It made me dislike her even more because she probably thought she was better than me, being a successful dancer and having graduated from college. I had to remember I had something with Low she never would, and that was a working relationship. I would be around forever.
“What’s going on?” She frowned, looking from Free to Kailey, clearly having heard the former’s comment.
No one said anything, so I took that opportunity to get a moment with Low before Kailey tried to take it there.
“Can I speak to you about something right quick?” I asked Low as I rose from the couch. I did my best to sound coherent.
Saying nothing, he started off, which was signal for me to follow, but Banks grabbed his arm, brows bunched at him. “Low, no.”
“Chill out,” he told her and continued on. I followed, refusing to make eye contact with her as I bypassed her ass. “What?” Low quizzed once we were outside the double glass doors by the pool.
“So has everything with Asif and her people calmed down now?” I asked, having had nothing to say, but I was curious.
When Low’s face contorted as he glanced off with his fine ass, I knew I’d fucked up.
“I thought you pulled me aside to discuss some business shit. You know better than to ask me a fucking personal question,” he chided.
“Thisisbusiness, considering pissing Asif off could be bad for business. Not to mention, she has some big-time lawyer brother, her father is a?—”
“Look,” he intruded, “that shit ain’t got nothing to do with this and especially yo’ ass.”
“So when you cheat on her and fuck her over, Asif won’t come for everything we’ve been building?”
I needed him to confirm that Banks was another Rue.
Low just regarded me for a beat like he was deciding on whether or not to smack the shit out of me, causing me to recede a bit.
“Make this the last fucking time you ask anything about, talk to, or even speak on Banks St. Thomas. If you do, I swear I will cut yo’ fucking tongue out and put yo’ ass back to work while you bleed the fuck out. Keep yo’ muthafuckin’ head down and in the game. You do what I tell you to, and don’t question shit. Remember, I ain’t a nigga to say shit twice.” He slipped around me.
“I’m . . . sorry,” I tried to say, but he ignored my ass, leaving me there stupefied for a little while.
Once I was able to gain some composure, drying the few lone tears that had skied down my cheeks, I made an about face to tread back inside of the house.
By the time I got in, I noticed neither Kailey nor Banks were there. Low was gone too, just as well as Taye.
No longer in the mood to party myself, I ventured back through the house, ignoring the rambunctious and salacious party on the way out to the front. There I found Taye bent over, head in the window of Kailey’s car as she sat in the driver’s side, then Low and Banks off in the distance, clearly in an argument.
I pretended as if I didn’t care when I passed them to my car, climbing inside.
I watched, noticing this argument looked nothing like the ones he’d had with Rue. With Rue, he would be standing there emotionless as she cried and screamed like a banshee, but with Banks, he was just as animated and distressed as she.
Cracking my passenger side window, I ear hustled a bit. Maybe hearing them end it would make me feel better.
“I’m not some bitch you bring to the party to fuck then diss after you nut!” she barked, making Low buck his eyes while shaking his head repeatedly in shock.
“How the fuck I diss you?” He folded his arms.
“Because I told you not to go with that bitch, and you tell me to chill, then leave the room with her ass like I’m one of your puppy dog hos that you can tie to a hydrant until you come back for me!”
“I told you I thought she had some business shit to tell me, Peep. Fuck would I duck off to chop it up with her ass for?” he stressed, handsome face bunched.
