Page 6

While he assisted them, I walked around to check out the new inventory to see if there was anything I wanted.

I could very well get this shit for free, but why would I do that?

Our family always supported each other—no one was looking for a handout when it came to money.

Walking over to the shoes displayed on the wall, I immediately spotted three pairs I wanted.

“Seventy-five dollars for a pair of shoes is insane,” I heard a lady gripe to the side of me. “Why would I pay that for some sneakers for my kid? I don’t even spend that on wigs.”

“I can tell... I side-eyed her, causing her to gasp. “Shit looks dry as fuck. I bet if I strike a match, that shit will spread like a wildfire.”

Patting her hair, her eyes went wide as she placed the shoe back in its respective place.

I couldn’t help but laugh as she high-tailed it through the store and out the door.

Back to my browsing, I’d pulled down the displays of each shoe I wanted.

You could never go wrong with a fresh pair of all-white Air Forces and Dunks.

Making my way over to the hats and tees, I felt the presence of someone behind me.

“Hey, handsome. We meet again.”

Peering over my shoulder, I locked eyes with the chick who wanted a shot of nut at my club. Even though she had on a little more clothes than what she had on last night, she was still beautiful. With no makeup, hair in a bun, and shorts that cuffed her ass just right, she was fuckable for sure.

“Sup,” is all I said as I continued my browsing.

Wild has a few more customers now, and it was time for me to get the hell on.

He had a few workers in here to help him out, but the nigga gets ignorant with the people that live on this side of town.

What’s crazy is that no matter how much he curses them out, they love him, and I know he loves them too.

His sole reason for this particular store was to give the community a chance to buy some affordable shoes.

“You’re not a man of many words,” she stated as she followed me. “I like that about you, though.” She placed her hand on my elbow, and her touch felt like fire on my skin. Turning slowly toward her, the smile she was sporting on her face dropped once she saw the snarl on mine.

“No matter how pretty you are, I will break your fingers one by one if you ever touch me without my permission again.”

Snatching her hand back, her face flushed from shame. “I-I’m sorry. I just wanted?—”

“What you want, mama?” I raised my brow as I stepped toward her. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as her breathing increased. “Tell me what you want? Some dick?”

Scanning my face, she dragged her eyes along my body until she reached my joggers. Her eyes bucked once she saw the print resting against my left thigh.

“Is that a bankroll?” she asked as she stepped closer. “It’s so thick?—”

“I don’t carry cash, love.” I winked and sidestepped her as I made my way to the register. Thankfully, I was the only one in line. “Amelia, ring me up, baby. I would tell you to put it on Wild’s tab, but I don’t want to hear his mouth today.”

“I’m going to ban you from my shit, nigga.” He mugged as he helped the cashier bag my order. He saw me with the shoes and already had my size waiting. Glancing over my shoulder, he frowned and yelled out, “Aye, shorty! You’re too still back there. Your ass better not be stealing!”

Looking back, I saw that it was shorty from the club, still staring in my direction.

I couldn’t help but chuckle because she was thirsty as fuck.

I didn’t even know her name, and she was willing to let a nigga fuck.

The more I thought about it, the harder my dick got.

Saying what the hell, I motioned her over to me.

With lust-filled eyes, she was by my side in an instant.

“What’s your name, shorty?” I handed my debit card over to Wild to ring me up.

We both knew I had no intention of placing my order on an in-house tab.

His ass was so invested in my conversation that he’d given my card to Amelia while leaning over onto the counter with his fist under his chin.

He was probably going to make himself dizzy from looking back and forth between the both of us.

“I’m Tamar,” she spoke in a whisper.

“You trying to go somewhere?”

“Y-Yes, I want you, Skip.”

“You sucking dick? That’s all you can do for me.” I leaned against the counter as my eyes dropped to her lips. “I bet you can suck a mean one too.”

Blushing, you’d think I told this bitch she was the love of my life. This is why I didn’t take these broads seriously. They don’t care about anything but dick and status.

“Girl, have some pride about yourself!” Wild frowned as he looked between the both of us.

“You don’t know this nigga, and you want to suck him off?

” He leaned forward and caught a glimpse of her ass hanging out her shorts.

“Since you don’t mind a lil’ slurping and burping, holla at me when you’re done with that nigga.

You’re just the type I like: fine and slow. ”

Chuckling lowly, I shook my head as he winked at her and handed me my shopping bag. Eyeing Amelia, who’d said nothing during the encounter, I opened my wallet and found the single hundred dollar bill that I knew I had on me.

“Dinner on me, sweetheart. I hate you had to hear that.” I gave her a wink that she happily accepted. Amelia was a good girl—a college student working for spending money. My brothers and I adored her. “Let that nigga know if you need anything else, baby.”

“Thank you, Jordan!” she exclaimed as she accepted the money, sticking it in her pocket. “I can use this to go toward my books for summer school.”

“Nah, send me the tab, and I got you.” Wild shoulder bumped her. “I told you anything you make here is for your personal use. As long as you keep those grades up, we’re taking care of your school shit.”

Nodding at them, I grabbed my shit and made a beeline for the door. I wasn’t going to the club tonight, so I was about to get some food and go home. It’s rare that I just chill with nothing to do, so I planned to enjoy the night.

“So, Jordan… are we chilling?” Tamar asked as she followed me to the curb where my cherry red McLaren 720s was parked. “I could ride with you if that’s more convenient.”

Throwing my stuff onto the passenger seat, I squinted my eyes as I glanced over at her. This girl really was slow if she thought she was coming anywhere near my dick.

“Tamar, baby… you’re too pretty to be out here freaked out about some dick,” I told her straight up as I closed my door. “Find another nigga to play because Skip ain’t it.”

This girl had the nerve to look hurt as she dropped her head and made her way down the sidewalk.

Glancing back at Wild’s store, I shook my head at this nigga with his face on the glass, watching our interaction.

Giving him my middle finger, I hopped into my ride and wasted no time zooming down the street.

Making my way home, I thought about the encounter with Tamar and laughed.

This is the shit I was talking about when I told Mimi I don’t take these women seriously.

A hoe will be a hoe in any setting, and I don’t mind treating them as such.

The thing is, to keep from killing them when the deed is done, I leave well enough alone.

Thoughts of Mimi made me realize I haven’t talked to her in a while.

While I’m not used to having friends of the opposite sex, I wasn’t the type to just reach out to her for no reason.

Noemi was an engaged woman now, so I respected the invisible boundary that now resided between us.

She’d call me when she wanted to talk. Until then, I’d take my ass home. If I decided to get my rocks off later, it would be with a woman of my choosing, not one that’s obviously trying to get chosen.