Page 45 of Anything Necessary for Her (Crenshaw Kings #9)

SAME NIGHT . . .

Taking the funny colored concoction from Jere, I put the red Solo cup to my lips to take a sip before frowning in disgust, causing him to laugh as he tottered off drunkenly.

I was posted in the corner where I could watch Low in peace without one of the niggas in the crew, especially Free, making comments about it. I also didn’t want Banks or her nosy homegirl to see either.

I didn’t like Banks at all and had several reasons for that.

She seemed to believe I had an ulterior motive for getting cool with her or trying to, and though I did, I hadn’t even done anything for her to assume that.

She just didn’t wanna like me, and it was probably because she was jealous of me, which was expected.

I’d heard through the streets, like everyone else, that Banks wouldn’t let a man fuck until he passed the test that were her brothers.

And because I hadn’t heard anything about a nigga succeeding or passing said test, I was able to conclude that she was probably a virgin and therefore not fucking Low or not fucking him right.

She must’ve been able to sense that I was doing her man well at one point, though he had stopped touching me weeks before popping out with her.

“Why you over here alone?” Some nigga whose teeth looked very similar to a horse or donkey towered over me.

“Like to be alone at the parties sometimes so I can observe,” I replied, zoning out as he began to spit game, bouncing a little bit to “King Kunta” by Kendrick Lamar.

I missed Low. We’d started fucking a long time ago, sparingly, back when Asif was still in charge, and I was working under Low in his division of traps. I was always just the little homegirl, until one night he let me suck his dick, and then we fucked.

I was elated, always having had a crush on him, but when he saw me the next day and acted the same, I realized nothing had changed. He was still gonna be stepping out with Rue, and I was just gonna be his homie.

Then he smashed a few more times, making me ask what we were, and he told me what I already knew. So, stupidly, I continued to let him fuck me over the years whenever the feeling hit him and even after I’d gotten with my current man, Boyce.

I’d even fought Rue when she found out about us, beating her ass in the process. Low didn’t even care, having been knee-deep in business when the brawl occurred and continuing to fuck on us both afterward without acknowledging the fight even once.

But when he was finally able to run Rue off, something I thought would never happen, I knew that was our chance to grow closer, but I was wrong a-fucking-gain.

So, I just accepted him for who he was and how he was, which was a man who didn’t want anything serious. As badly as I wanted Low, having a piece of him was better than nothing at all. However, now that I saw him with Banks, I realized I’d low-key played myself.

My plan was to get cool with her and make her believe I was supportive of their union so she would go all in on him—bet everything she had on his unstable ass.

Then, he would cheat on her or do her dirty because he was incapable of being faithful and upstanding, and her bougie, spoiled ass would be heartbroken and insecure over it.

Her brothers would be enraged, Low would be outcasted, and their love story would meet a bitter end.

Sadly, Banks was making it hard for me to even talk with her, let alone become a friend or confidant that she trusted.

Having been deep in my thoughts and trying not to puke at the pungent smell of this horse teeth nigga’s breath, I’d lost sight of Low and Banks. Kailey was still on the couch, her legs thrown across Taye’s flirty ass, but her bestie and my man were nowhere to be found.

“Excuse me, Josh,” I said to him. He had horse teeth, and his breath smelled like horse shit, so at least he was consistent.

“It’s Jerrel!” He shouted his halitosis onto my poor back as I sauntered off en route to the bathroom.

I’d been throwing back Jere’s different concoctions all night, and now my bladder was on its way to bursting.

“Ugh.” I grunted, seeing the closest bathroom to where the party was popping off was in use, so I ventured to the back of the home where another one was, bursting off inside to relieve myself.

Once I was done, feeling like I would never stop peeing, I washed my hands then left, halting at the faint sounds of a woman moaning. Free’s parties always consisted of drinks, weed, dancing, and plenty of fucking, so I wasn’t surprised.

I was about to walk off until I heard her moan, “Low,” which caused me to make a detour to the sunroom where the pornography was popping off.

Taking my phone out, I grinned, already formulating a plan in my head to record Low getting his rocks off from one of the many whores that had been checking for him all night, and sending it anonymously to his princess of a girlfriend.

Low had done this same thing to Rue and many other girls he’d come with for the night, so I wasn’t the least bit stunned. They would always be crying and hysterically upset, and he wouldn’t give even an iota of a fuck.

Whomever he was fucking now, though, he was playing no games with, making my clit thump a little bit as I reminisced on our trysts.

As I put my phone up to start recording, though, I recognized the stack of Cartier bracelets with two of the same branded rings to match on the girl as she hugged his neck while he hammered her in missionary, moaning himself which was unheard of with a usually muted Low.

She dug her almond shaped nails into his back just before he craned his head to kiss her, and I jumped backward almost as if I had been startled.

I couldn’t get away fast enough, my mind reeling since I was only moments ago making myself feel better by thinking of their lackluster or lack of a sex life. Ugh. I was beyond fucking annoyed, jealous, and pissed off.

Not to mention they were fucking missionary, something Low had expressed he did not do.

Missionary was on the same outlawed list as kissing, eating pussy, texting, and having intimate conversations for Low.

Our interactions were always either business related or him telling me to bend over, hop on top, or suck him off.

“You let Low fuck in your house?” I asked Free loudly as I returned to the room, plopping down onto the couch feeling tipsy and like I wanted to cry a little bit.

I was gonna tell the world that Banks was getting fucked in the back of a party like a typical LA rat.

“Low and Banks?” Jere questioned, eyes wide as saucers.

“Yep.” I curled my lip in disgust as if I were disgusted by her lack of decorum.

“Nigga lucky.” This guy named Mitch chuckled into his Solo cup as the guys agreed.

“Lucky?” I frowned hard. Usually, I would ignore their comments, but I was drunk, hurt, and couldn’t stand Banks. “How so? She’s not taking his virginity.”

“ He’s lucky because my bitch is bad!” Kailey interjected, cuddled up with Taye.

“Exactly!” Jere commented as Free, Mitch, a nigga named Dre, Taye, and the other niggas in the room cosigned. “You know how many niggas wanna fuck Banks St. Thomas, but that last name is like a fucking electrical fence, aka niggas is too scared to touch that.”

“Don’t be mad, G. You cute too, you just not as fine as Banks.” Taye tried to make me feel better, but it only shamed me as everyone laughed, Kailey purposely cackling louder than everyone to be sure I heard her.

I didn’t miss Free curling his lip at Taye upon hearing that I was cute, making it obvious he didn’t agree.

“Aye, you think there was niggas eating Banks’ pussy in secret?” Mitch asked, eyes low, showing he was crossfaded.

“You niggas are thirsty.” Kailey scoffed playfully, clearly not going to answer and put her friend’s business out there.

“Shit, I don’t know, but I would’ve been fine with that job.” Dre flicked his tongue, making people either laugh, agree, or groan in disgust at his gesture. I was part of the latter party.

“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes, still peeved and wondering how long they were gonna fuck before coming to rejoin the party with their rude asses.

“I haven’t had to knock a bitch out in a long time, but if you keep commenting, making little noises, and rolling your eyes, I can end that drought real quick!” Kailey called me out, making the boys instigate.

“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.”