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Chapter Nine

CHROME

O nyx came through for a nigga and I had to label her as a real one.

I didn’t give a fuck that Fade had my whip.

She was my woman at the end of the day, and if she needed it, then by all means, take it.

However, I thought she would’ve come to her senses and phoned a nigga or something.

There was no reason in hell it took her a fuckin’ month to sort through her lil’ feelings.

We fucked, all night at that, and she loved every second of it.

I didn’t see the fuckin’ hold up.

I was like a fuckin’ parrot telling her how she was mine and still…

she felt the need to take her bald-headed ass on with daily life not saying a word to a nigga.

I knew for a fact I didn’t scare her off because regardless of what the fuck I said, she came on my dick repeatedly.

We both walked away a happy fuckin’ camper.

“Nigga, what the fuck did you do? Got my lil’ baby calling me talking ‘bout you cutting up at the shop,” Zinc asked as I stepped out my ride.

“Tell Onyx I ‘preciate the spare key and I’ll give it back after I get mine made.”

“You ain’t answering me muthafucka. What the hell you do to that girl?”

“Ain’t shit ‘bout that woman considered a girl . I promise you from her hair follicles to her toenails, that’s all woman… and mind yo’ business. I went to go see about mine. The fuck is it to you?”

“She called Onyx and gave her the details. You can’t be rolling up to sis establishment with all that. She ain’t like these hood rats that ain’t got shit. Making her business hot, ain’t it.”

“How the hell else was I supposed to get my car back, Zinc? Harli asked to borrow it for they beach trip and she had it. I don’t see the big deal.”

I walked pass him into the crib and then my room tossing the keys on the bed. It wasn’t like I didn’t know where my shit was and couldn’t go get it before today. I had a tracker on my shit for reasons like this. I allowed her to drive it at her leisure because I knew where she was and if need be, I could get to her. I watched her location like a hawk.

“So, what’s up with y’all?

You locking that down?

” He leaned against the doorframe with a smirk on his face.

My boy was probably just happy to see me off Rini hoe ass and on something new.

“It’s locked. I’m just waiting on her to get with the program. What’s up with the party though? Everything straight for tomorrow? Them youngins graduate and shit.” I switched the subject for a reason.

Talking about Fade made a nigga heart smile, but it also pissed in my cereal at the same muthafuckin’ time.

All that avoiding me just because you were in yo’ feelings didn’t work for me.

She wasn’t the only person dealing with them bitches and if she would’ve talked to a nigga ‘bout where her head was at, I wouldn’t have had to show up at her shit and get her right.

“I went and picked up all the grills yesterday. Steel, Merc, and Platinum working them as usual. Neon, Goldie, and Copper handling the sides. Silvy, Mang, and Cobalt on drinks. Litty and Lead grabbing the tables and tents from the church today. Oh, and the DJ coming to set up his shit first thing in the morning. We straight. All we need you to do is post the shit and we in there.”

I started clapping once he finished rattling off everything I needed to know.

One thing I hated was shit falling through.

I put too much on the line for them kids and I wanted them to understand the hood was proud.

With all the shit muthafuckas went through, snagging a diploma meant something.

We were already counted out so shutting a muthafucka up with the same thing they couldn’t obtain was a hell of a flex.

“ Mmhm! That’s what the fuck I’m talking ‘bout. What about the shirts and gift cards? They came in yet?”

“That pack touched down this morning. Goldie was gon’ go through it tonight to make sure everybody name was spelled right and shit.”

“Cool, cool. Run back to what you just said a few minutes ago though. Yo’ lil’ baby… that’s sis?” I questioned with a smirk.

His smile stretched from ear to ear like a lil’ ass schoolboy. Last time I checked, he was on Copper heavy but now all of a sudden there was a switch up. I could only imagine what the hell they talked about at the club and what the hell happened after me and Fade left. I wouldn’t be surprised if bro went after Onyx just ‘cause I went after Fade.

Zinc wasn’t the relationship type so him claiming Onyx as his lil’ shit was wild. I could admit that Onyx was just as bad as Fade. However, sis was a chocolate beauty and smelled like pure money. I could tell she was spoiled rotten just from her upkeep. Her aura was just as confident as my woman’s. I knew it was only a matter of time before somebody in the crew went after her.

“She so fuckin’ bad.

I mean, shawty had a nigga blushing all night.

She cool shit for real.

”

“You real giddy, nigga. What the hell happened with Copper? You ain’t on that no more?”

“Cop too close to home. It was fun flirting with her ass, but I wouldn’t never cross that line with her. She was something to do ‘cause I was bored. Onyx though, yeah, that line being crossed every time. She blunt and hot headed as hell. I like that shit bro,” he said, rubbing his hands together. Anytime he hit that gesture, he meant business. Onyx was cool so I could see them fuckin’ around.

“How old is sis?

She up there with Fade?

”

“Hell yeah. She thirty-five. When she refers to Fade, she calls her big sis. They close as hell, much like us nigga. Aye, y’all trying to go on a double date?” he asked showing nothing but golds.

With my face balled up, I looked at him like he was stupid.

I wasn’t going on no fuckin’ double date.

My woman was pushing forty not twenty.

“No nigga. She got a lot of shit going on right now anyway. I think her baby graduating tomorrow too.”

“I ain’t know she was a senior. No wonder her and Harli got close. Oh, I meant to tell you, lil’ cuz wanted to you to pay for her crib and shit. She rented a beach house or something like that for her and her crew. I gave her half of it already.”

“Why you ain’t just give her the whole thing? You need to stop being so fuckin’ frugal. I’ll give it to her when she come get the car. I’m ‘bout to take a nap and shit before I go chop it up with my folk. Wake me up in like an hour.”

“Fa sho.”

&

The new graduates crowded the stage as I stood with the mic in tow. The grills were flowing, and the music was a vibe. Everything turned out the way it was supposed to. I stood up there as a proud big brother looking at their smiling faces. It was a few in the crowd that had a rough time crossing, but they did it and I couldn’t have been more appreciative for them taking the advice and hitting a hell of a turnaround.

No one congratulated them or made them feel seen, so BMG stepped in and took on that roll. From the young niggas that were overlooked to the young chicks that felt they had to use their assets to get ahead, they changed and beat the stereotypes that were attached to them. You goddamn right I was celebrating one of the first achievements of their life.

“Aye, I just want to congratulate each and every one of y’all.

School ain’t for most of us, trust me, I know, but y’all did what they said y’all couldn’t.

A diploma makes you better than a lot of muthafuckas believe it or not.

It’s folk out here in their forties that don’t know what a diploma looks like.

Brag, boast, all that shit.

Y’all earned it.

Eat, play games, have fun, and leave this bitch on a high from being something other than a drop-out.

Love y’all man!

”

The crowd erupted with shouts as their caps were thrown in the air.

I couldn’t help but show all thirty-two.

They deserved every blessing coming their way.

My parents celebrated me the same way and I just felt like others needed to be as well.

I hated school but I finished to make sure my parents never developed an ounce of disappointment.

That feeling was worse than you could imagine.

I hopped down and the music was back in full effect.

It was around six or seven in the evening, so the sun was setting, and the night life was approaching.

We’d hosted graduation parties for the past four years and to some, they walked just to come out and party.

Your diploma was your ticket in the door.

Zinc approached me with his hand extended waiting for a brotherly dap up.

I honored his request and stood to the side.

The turnout got bigger and bigger each year.

More kids wanted to be appreciated and noticed for once.

As long as BMG was riding, we would make it happen.

“That speech was trash nigga,” he jested.

“Yeah, and so was yo’ mama not showing up for yo’ graduation, but we ain’t talking ‘bout that,” I threw back.

“Yours did though, now who really got the upper hand. Ms. Loretta,” he sang while eyeing Neon.

“Steel gon’ whoop yo’ ass fuckin’ with his woman. He play ‘bout a lot of shit but my mama… yeah, he catching charges behind that one.” I looked in their direction and smirked when I saw my mama place a kiss on my father’s cheek. She was in love with him just as much as he was her.

Seeing them brought my baby to mind. I wasn’t no simp ass nigga, but Fade had me ready to pull out all the stops to get her attention. She gave a nigga butterflies and shit whenever I was around her and for the past few weeks, I felt like she was toying with my heart. One minute she looking at me like I’m the love of her life and the next she not even texting back or answering my calls. My tolerance for her bullshit was getting low as fuck.

I was trying my hardest to remain a gentleman and treat her with respect, but she was testing me. I invited her to the party, but it was looking like she wasn’t gon’ show. Because I was so focused on getting the party together, I couldn’t make it to the graduation ceremony. That was probably for the best. I would’ve lost my shit if Fade blew me off in person. At least she was kind enough to do it over the phone.

Scanning the crowd, I looked for her thinking just maybe she’d show a nigga some love. Even if she showed just to support Mel, I wouldn’t trip. She came and that was all I wanted.

“They on the way. Onyx just texted and said they five minutes out. Relax,” Z said chuckling at my impatience.

“Fuck you. Wasn’t nobody stunting Fade ass,” I lied.

“Oh word. Let me tell them to turn around then.” He whipped out his phone and I hit it out his hand causing it to fall the ground. “I thought you wasn’t stunting her?”

“I ain’t. I just want her daughter to come and celebrate with her friends.”

“You miss that old lady. It’s okay nigga, I missed mine too,” he laughed, and I couldn’t help but join him. I could admit Fade did her lil’ voodoo shit with that snapper she had. I was looking for her with a fuckin’ flashlight way too much.

“What that mean when a woman don’t answer yo’ calls and shit but you know she fuck with you?

” I inquired.

“Nigga that mean you ain’t the main nigga, but she gon’ keep you on standby. Oh Lawd, she done friend zoned yo’ ass, huh?”

“Nah, friends don’t fuck the way we did. Go get yo’ girl, mine just got here,” I said pointing to my woman walking through the gate.

She sported a cute lil’ white sundress that flowed to her ankles and some sandals.

Onyx wore the same dress but in yellow, and Mel wore a romper.

They were all beautiful stepping through the party.

I grabbed Mel’s graduation present I put to the side and pushed through the thick crowd.

I knew I needed a way to get in with Fade, so I figured why not.

Once I was spotted, I saw the nervousness in my baby’s eyes, and I felt offended.

She acted as if I was a nigga she couldn’t be herself with.

All I wanted was to vibe with her and hug on her freely.

She had a nigga missing affectionate shit when that wasn’t even my cup of tea.

“Hey Chrome, the kids really showed up, huh?” Onyx greeted with a side hug.

“Yeah, they ain’t missing out on this. Z should be right behind me.”

“Cool. Friend, you good?” she asked Fade slowly stepping away.

Fade only offered her a small nod.

“Here you go, Mel. I copped you a lil’ something for graduation. It ain’t much but it is what it is.” I handed over the bag that contained the shirt, the gift card, a purse from that Kirt nigga and the sandals to match.

She deserved to be acknowledged for her hard work like everybody else.

“Really? Thank you,” she sang and went in for an around the neck hug.

I wasn’t even ‘bout to let her disrespect her mama like that. I stopped her attention seeking ass dead in her tracks and stepped back. She wasn’t dumb by far, so she caught on quick as to why I did it.

She kissed the back of her teeth and walked off.

“What is it, Chrome?” Fade’s soft voice catered to my cravings.

A nigga missed the hell out of her angelic tone.

“A nigga can’t get no hug?”

She offered the same hug as Mel did and I was quick to take it.

My arms snaked around her waist so goddamn fast…

I had to seize the opportunity.

My face was buried in her neck taking in her aroma.

She smelled damned good and felt even better.

Call me crazy, but I knew for a fact she missed me too.

I could just feel that shit in my soul.

“You look good, Mama,” I complimented her after administering a kiss to her shoulders.

“Thank you, so do you.”

With her still in my embrace, I figured I’d let her know the real.

I wasn’t a nigga to back down from shit no matter how challenging it was.

Baby wasn’t making this easy at all.

“I missed you, Fade.” That remark wasn’t received the way I thought it would.

She unwrapped herself and tried to take a step back, but I refused to let go.

“You’re creating an audience. Let me go Chrasmere.”

I swear every time she said a nigga name it made my dick hard.

There wasn’t a bitch out here that could comfortably call me that other than her.

Even Rini’s dumbass didn’t know my government.

Fade had it like nobody else and she still didn’t see how weak she made a nigga.

“Fuck them. Tell me why you not answering me when I hit you.”

“Because I never gave you my number in the first place. I know it was Onyx doing, but I’m not even gon’ fall out with her about it. Y’all creating a bond and I won’t stop it. If I wanted to continue anything further with you, I wouldn’t have ghosted you from day one. You’re not my type, Chrome.”

The temperature of my blood rose after every word she spat.

Who the fuck she thought she was fooling?

Every time I was in her presence, her body called out to me.

Even now, I could smell her pheromones her body was releasing.

That was ‘cause of me and how good I treated it. The way she looked at me said she loved me and that was just me being honest, not delusional. She was trying to convince herself that I wasn’t her match made in heaven and was failing terribly.

When I met her, eye contact wasn’t a problem, but now all of a sudden it was.

She didn’t have to lie to me, I knew where a nigga stood in her life, and it wasn’t on no fuck ass standby.

“Since when?” I questioned still having the luxury to hold her body close to mine.

“Since day one. We crossed a line because we were fucked up. All that shit is over with.”

“Who the fuck you think you talking to, Ma? You think I can’t hear yo’ heart beating outside yo’ fuckin’ chest right now? You think I ain’t picked up on the fact that you ain’t looked a nigga in the eye since I walked the fuck over here? Man gone head before you piss me off.”

“Chrasmere, you have women watching us and giving me all kinds of looks, which I don’t appreciate. I’ve sorted out my feelings and you need to do the same. Excuse me.” She removed my arms from around her waist and walked off.

My head fell to the side as a small smile graced my lips.

A lil’ chuckle was released and for the first time, I felt like a woman was out of my reach.

I wasn’t trying to accept the fact that maybe all it was, was a damned good one night stand.

I mean, Fade was clinging onto me so much that night, I knew for a fact if she didn’t dip out that next morning, she would’ve told a nigga she loved me once I got in them guts again.

Something or someone was ‘causing her to pump the brakes.

Wait, I know she ain’t gon’ do me like that.

I know good and goddamn well she ain’t start fuckin’ with another nigga in my city.

Stall me out, OG.

I ain’t trying to send her home on a special delivery.

The thought of her dealing with anybody besides me had me by the reigns.

Turning around, I yelled at her back not giving a fuck who was around.

At the end of the day, that was mine.

I wrote my name in that gushy shit, planted seeds in that muthafucka, then fell asleep in that bitch.

Everything about that woman belonged to me.

“You fuckin’ somebody else? In my shit? Didn’t I fuckin’ warn you not to try me, Fade?”

My words hit her mid-stride.

When she jerked around, her face was flushed.

I embarrassed her ass.

Good!

“You need to shut up,” she gritted through her teeth.

“And you need to get the fuck over here and tell me what the fuck the problem is. Now!”

By this time, everybody and they mama had eyes on us.

I wasn’t a nigga to create a scene but dammit, she was fuckin’ with a nigga emotions.

I ain’t like that.

Straight forward and honest was all I’d been with her, but she was lying to me and that shit had me hotter than fish grease.

A nigga hadn’t ever been this pressed behind no pussy.

She stomped back to me like a child and pushed me once I was in reach.

Just the fact that she came back to me said them lil’ feelings she claimed was sorted, wasn’t shit but distorted as hell.

“ You are the problem, Chrasmere. Why you doing this? And here in front of all these people,” she complained.

“Why the fuck you lying to me?” I countered.

“Lying to you about what?” she yelled.

“Aight, aight, aight. Take this shit somewhere else. Neon and Steel starting to ask questions.” Zinc flew over putting a pause in the shout fest we had going on.

I didn’t give a fuck personally, but I sensed Fade didn’t like the way we looked.

All I wanted was answers and I’d give her a couple hours of peace before I was back on my bullshit.

She grabbed me by the hand and dragged me through the parking lot to her car.

We hopped in the back seat, and she immediately punched me in my chest.

“Why would you embarrass me like that?”

“Why wouldn’t you take heed to what I said? You think I’m playing with you, Mama, and pretty soon, a nigga gon’ show you who the fuck I really am.”

“Just leave me alone, Chrasmere.”

“Can’t do that. My lil’ feelings in it now,” I replied nonchalantly.

“All we did was fuck once. What feelings?”

“Yeah, I remember that night like it was yesterday. You couldn’t wait to throw that pussy on a nigga.” I chuckled, causing her to hit me once more.

“Fuck you!” And that’s when it clicked.

My baby wanted me to fuck that pretty muthafucka down to the ground again but didn’t know how to ask for it.

Leaning forward, I hit the locks on the driver’s door, then began to undress.

She could’ve easily told me wasn’t shit happening, but she didn’t.

Instead, she sat quietly and watched.

When my dick was free and sitting on my thigh, her pussy purred louder than ever.

My baby was dick deprived.

“Do it then,” I challenged.

“We are not fuckin’ in my car. Better yet, we’re not fuckin’ at all. That night was a fluke,” she said while trying to focus on anything but the one thing she wanted.

With my wood in hand, I slow stroked that muthafucka releasing low groans.

The way she felt flooded a nigga thoughts instantly.

I couldn’t shake how perfectly fitting her pussy was to me.

I never begged for shit, but this was me begging her to cum sit that wet shit in my lap and satisfy my cravings for her.

To hear her call out for me while she came was heaven fuckin’ sent.

A nigga was addicted just off one hit.

I watched my baby chest heave up and down as she tried to control herself.

Sweat formed on her nose from how hot she’d gotten, and I just knew that pussy was leaking for me.

My gaze was locked in on her pleading for another dose.

“Chrasmere…”

“ Hmmm! Now call Daddy name while you riding this muthafucka. It’ll hit different. You know it.”

Her tongue glazed her bottom lip as I watched submission slip into her body.

The dress that hugged her curves so effortlessly was lifted above her waist in a swift motion.

She was finding comfortability in my lap for the umpteenth time and all I could do was smirk at her greed for me.

All you had to do was ask, baby.

I love nutting in this shit.

As soon as my dick slid inside, I felt my soul smile.

This woman had me so goddamn fucked up ‘bout her, I could’ve given her my kids right then and there.

When I said I missed her bald-headed ass, I meant that shit.

“Sort yo’ feelings out. Tell me what’s up,” I said while holding on to her waist.

“You… I… I missed you, too, baby. Damn, I missed you, too. Oh my God!” She had all ten inches of my shit moving in and out her river at a steady pace.

From the juices her box provided, I knew she wasn’t lying.

Her shit was wet before but it was wetter than our last encounter.

Her pussy was happy to have a nigga home.

“I know that. Tell me why you won’t let a nigga love you.”

“Love don’t love me,” she whispered while taking me without complaints.

“Nah, that nigga ain’t love you, but I do.”

She stopped moving completely and finally gave me the eye contact I deserved.

She searched my eyes for the lie, but it wasn’t nan one of them in sight.

I lowkey shocked myself letting that shit fly, but it wasn’t shit I would take back.

For a month straight, this woman consumed my thoughts and even had a nigga ready to crash out on a daily.

For a month straight, I watched my phone like an idiot thinking she’d call or something.

I wasn’t a hard nigga to get in touch with.

I went through a physical disconnection I wasn’t ready for, and that shit had me throwed.

Fade…

she was the one mane.

“What?” she questioned in a hushed tone.

“You heard me, Mama. Keep riding that shit, you ain’t done,” I demanded, slapping her ass.

She started grinding in my lap slowly maintaining eye contact.

“Chrasmere, you…”

“I love you. That’s hard to believe or something?”

We didn’t have to say shit else.

Enough was put on the table for the day and I learned early on that she was a woman who needed to process shit.

However, she wasn’t ’bout to get another month to do it.

Baby had tonight and that was it.

A nigga was gon’ be at her door first thing in the morning.

For now, though, I was giving her what she was too scared to ask for.

Good fuckin’ pipe!

We had that bitch rocking.

With her face up to the roof, and my hand around her neck, her ass bounced off my dick like a drum.

I was behind that bitch catching everything she threw.

The ripple effect that muthafucka had was crazy and it didn’t make it no better that every time I pulled back more of her cream coated my shit.

Yeah, a nigga was in love with her sexy ass fa sho.

Each stroke I delivered confirmed that.

I was knee deep in her shit without a care in the world having the time of my muthafuckin life.

Wasn’t no denying that.

“Fuuuuuck! You on my spot, baby.”

“I know what the fuck I’m doing. I just need you to cum for yo’ nigga one more time.”

“Right now, baby,” she moaned.

“Right fuckin’ now!”

Her walls tightened around my shaft and a small smile appeared.

Nothing but cream.

Good girl.

The contraction I felt had me nuttin’ seconds later.

My kids collided with her juices and the perfect fuckin’ concoction was made.

Fade had some bomb ass pussy that I refused to let go of.

I didn’t know how many more times I needed to stamp shit to let her know she wasn’t going no fuckin’ where.

Slowly pulling out of her, I took a seat and brought her with me.

I knew now wasn’t the time or place to bust her down, but it couldn’t be helped.

I wasn’t ’bout to keep being at odds with my woman knowing dick was the fixer.

I did what the fuck I had to do.

Gentle kisses were applied to her face before our lips met.

Kissing was something a nigga hated, but I craved that kind of shit from her.

It was like her kisses were laced with a drug that kept a nigga high as a kite.

Them soft ass lips owed me so many more exchanges it wasn’t even funny.

“I love you, Ma, and I ain’t even looking for you to say that shit back right now. You fresh out a shitty ass marriage, so I know how it go. This just me letting you know my feelings been sorted.”

“Chrasmere, you are childish as fuck but so goddamn mature at the same time.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot. I got a crew to protect so regardless of what others may do, I got more than just my life in my hands… that includes yours, too.”

“I appreciate that. Get dressed, I’m sure my daughter will be looking for me soon and you have a party to host.”

“Next time, just let it be known you need me to nut in that shit, and I will. We ain’t gotta do all this.”

“Get dressed, Chrasmere!”

I smiled knowing baby was thoroughly satisfied.

Where she wanted to hate me, her pussy wouldn’t let her.

I was sure she tried distancing herself to avoid getting wrapped up in a nigga, but I didn’t mind.

Simply because I had already fallen for her ass in return.

I knew who the fuck I wanted as my wife and mother to my kids, and it was fa sho her old, bald-headed ass.