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Recovering quickly Julius said. “Oh, my bad.” Tossing his hands up he chuckled before backing out of the door with his eyes fixated on my phone screen.
“Baby daddy?” Dip asked.
“Yeah.” I sighed and rubbed my hand across my forehead.
“It’s cool. Gon’ handle yo business and hit me up tomorrow.”
“No. It’s okay.”
“Nawl Nariah. It’s clear you and that nigga got some shit y’all need to talk about. Handle that and hit me up tomorrow.”
“Dip.”
“We good. Handle ya business and I’mma holla at you aight.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah mama. I’m sure.”
“Okay.” I breathed. “Goodnight, Dip.”
“Goodnight lil baby.”
When the call ended, I finished taking off my makeup before hopping into the shower. Julius and I had both agreed that me moving on was for the best. Even if we agreed I’m sure it wasn’t a good feeling for him to see me entertaining other niggas. Just like I felt some type of way every time ole girl posted something about him.
Just like it wasn’t shit I could do about him being with somebody else, he couldn’t do anything about me and Dip. It might hurt him to see it, but this was our reality and at no fault of mine.
juice
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Sittingon the edge of the pool I lit the tip of my blunt and took a long pull. Holding the smoke in my mouth I tossed my head back and closed my eyes. After making sure Juju was sleep, I was going to invite Nariah to come kick it with me outside. Shit the last thing I expected was for her to be on the phone cup caking with that nigga Dip with no fucking clothes on.
I was heated as fuck and knew I ain’t have no right to be. It’s just a different feeling knowing yo rib out here getting fucked on by a nigga thatain’tyou. A feeling I’on think I’ll ever be able to get used too. Us sharing a crib probably wasn’t the best idea especially since I knew it was a chance that her and that nigga would be on the phone again. It was probably best for everybody if I maintained a safe distance. Ya know, to keep myself from nutting up on her.
Blowing the smoke out I pulled my phone out of my pocket and connected it to the speaker. Tito and n’em had hit up the club after we left dinner and now my duck ass was mad I ain’t roll with them niggas.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up the minute I sensed Nariah was near. The vanilla fragrance she wore waftedthrough the night air. “I ain’t mean to interrupt you.” Taking another toke of the blunt I held the smoke in before pushing it out through my nose.
“What’s up?” She asked and sat beside me.
“Not shit. I ain’t sleepy and knew yo ass wasn’t either. Was gon’ see if you wanted to kick it out here with me.”
“Oh.” she mumbled.
Tilting my head I looked her up and down. “I see you got on clothes now.” I pulled from the blunt and choked out. “That’s good.”
“Julius please.” She retorted.
“Ain’t said shit.” I held my hand up. Taking one last pull I leaned over and rubbed the blunt against the concrete. “Just making an observation.”
“Yeah.” She huffed smugly. “Julius, I’m going to date. We’ve already discussed this.”
“Do yo thing twin. You a grown ass woman.
“That’s something that you don’t have to tell me. I am grown.”
“Okay then. What we talking ‘bout?”