Page 56 of Hellcat Barbies: Imani
“Nah, I put a tracker on your ride,” he says with a straight face but his ass better be kidding.
“I know you lying,” I say with a frown. For a minute, his stoic expression doesn’t change but then I see the side of his mouth curling upward. “Stop playing.”
“Yo’ lil ass was about to curse me out,” he says, too amused.
“I really was.”
“Hazel told me ya’ll were going to the track today. Did you race?”
“I did and of course, I won.”
“I had no doubts, my lady driver.” After placing the leftovers in the fridge and my plate in the trash, he wipes downthe counter and sink.” “A shot of tequila,” he asks as he walks towards his bar.
“Oh no. I’m trying to stay sober. I saw some OJ in the fridge, I’ll add that.”
“No, I will. Go in the living room and relax. Let me take care of you for the rest of the night. Over here, everything is the Daymir way. Remember that.”
“Yes, sir,” I say then slide off the stool.
He treks on to his bar and I take my happy ass into his living room. I remove my Miu Miu’s and place them by the front door then sit down and get comfortable on his sectional. I watch as he pours some tequila in a glass then pours himself something brown. He takes both glasses with him into the kitchen and adds ice to them both. After topping my glass off with OJ, he brings both glasses to the living room and places them on the table in front of me then plants a soft kiss on my forehead.
“Imma go check on him. Start without me,” he says.
“Take your time.”
He walks down the hall and I find the remote. I power on the TV, turn the volume down, then get comfortable. When he returns, I’m sitting with one leg under my ass and the other one partially on the sectional. He sits next to me, lifts my one leg, then taps on my other thigh.
“Give me your leg,” he says and I ease it from under my ass.
He grabs it then drapes both of my legs over his lap. His arm snakes behind me and he pulls me closer to him. I snuggle right in on his side then rest my face on his chest while his hand caresses my ass.
“Just say you want me all over you,” I say.
“I thought that shit was implied when I told you to spend the night,” he responds.
“I guess it was. Is he sleep yet?”
“Knocked the hell out and he sleeps through anything like a log. It’s hell getting him up in the morning,” he says with a smile.
“You two are so cute together. He’s doing good.”
“Nah. He really is. He misses his grandma sometimes but other than that, he’s a champ. Like I don’t know what the hell I was expecting but he’s good. You know?”
“What about his momma? What’s going to happen after rehab?”
“That rehab shit is a wrap. She checked her ass out already and her grandmother doesn’t know where she is. Makenna is down bad on that shit. I don’t know what happened to her,” he says while shaking his head.
“Oh man that’s not good. Shit,” I sigh. “Does he know?”
“Nah. I wouldn’t tell him that. All he knows is that she needs help but funny thing is he never asks about her and he don’t talk about her. All he really seems to know is his grandma and I guess that’s a good thing.”
“Yeah, cause he could have been exposed to some fucked up shit if it wasn’t for her.”
“Real shit; I’m glad he wasn’t though.”
“So, what are you going to do?” I ask.
“About what?”
