“Yeah whatever.” Brix wasn’t texting back quick enough like he wanted, so Mel sent her another text, asking if she was good.
“Who are you texting?” she asked him, not even bothering to lift her head from his chest.
“My new chick,” Shemel chuckled, but was dead ass.
Lifting her head up, Reilyn looked at him with a mean mug. “Don’t be disrespectful.”
“I’m just fucking with you man. Take yo ass to sleep,” he laughed, before smacking her ass, and then rubbed it. The gesture made his dick jump, but he didn’t even feel like blessing her with the pipe. That would give her another reason to pop up on him. Although he wouldn’t mind, he knew it would cause too much drama. Placing his phone on the dresser since Brix didn’t respond back, he got underneath the covers as well. Rubbing Rei’s juicy thighs and ass, he fell back asleep in no time, which was much needed after waking up at nine that morning.
A little over an hour later, Reilyn woke up with one thing on her mind, Mel’s cell phone. She knew he was in a deep sleep by now, cause his ass was snoring. Slowly sliding her arms from around him, she leaned over his body to grab his phone from the nightstand. Almost slipping, she straddled him to play it off. Shemel, being a man, he wrapped his arms around her when she stopped moving.
“Shit,” she said under her breath.
Reaching over, she scooted the phone toward the edge and lay back on his chest once retrieving it. She didn’t have time to be getting caught putting it back. Clicking the home button, she tried entering the code she remembered him having, but it didn’t work. Not wanting to lock the phone up completely, she swiped the screen to the right and scrolled the tab at the top of the screen down to see his notifications. He had a few texts from Pierre, one from his mama and two from Brix.
“Hmm, B McQueen is it,” she said, pulling her phone from her bra. She was planning this the whole ride over. Since Shemel didn’t have a girl over, that saved her from having to show out, so she immediately went to plan two, once they got to the room. Placing his phone back on the stand, she used her phone to scroll to her auntie Latoya’s name. Her aunt worked as an administrative clerk for the police department and had exactly what she needed.
Rei: Hey Auntie. Can you look up the last name McQueen for me please?
Auntie: What’s the first name?
Rei: Um, dang. Idk. Look it up for me and I’ll try to remember. Her name starts with a B.
Her aunt could lose her job if she was ever caught snooping through people's business, but she made sure to be extra careful. Plus, she loved her neicey pooh and would do whatever for her.
Auntie: Okay... there’s a Brooke, Brittany, Brenda, Belinda, Brix, Breonna, Briana, Bailey, Bethany, Bernice. Child it’s hella B names. Help me, help you.
Looking over all the names, she tried to think hard of the name Neka had told her when they were at the show. Neka had seen Brix around a few times with Carissa and Lexi, and being the nosey person that she is, she had stalked Carissa's Instagram.
Rei: Try Bailey.
Auntie: Okay, what am I supposed to be looking for?
Rei: How old is she?
Auntie: 30, with two kids and lives alone.
Sucking her teeth, trying to control her anxiousness, she decided on another name.
Rei: Ugh, that’s not her. Let’s try Brix. See how old she is.
Auntie: 24, lives with her mother, works at a bank.
“Bingo,” Reilyn whispered, grinning. The name sounded more familiar than the others, she just thought it looked weird spelled out.
Rei: Yassss! That’s her. What’s the address to her job?
Auntie: I’m not giving you the full address heffa. It’s on Watson St.
Rei: That’s good enough! Love you!
Auntie: Mhm, love you too.
Cheesing big as hell, Reilyn slipped her phone back in her bra and got comfortable on Shemel’s chest. She didn’t know when, but she was definitely going to be paying Brix a visit. Shemel belonged to her and she wasn’t about to share him with anyone, especially with a girl with a name like that. Chuckling at her devious plans, she drifted back to sleep with revenge on her mind.
* * * * *
“Quiet down some Rissa. My head is hurting,” Brix complained. Carissa had made it over there in perfect timing. As soon as she pulled up, Mrs. Carla pulled into the driveway as well.
“Sorry, but foreal, this nigga got me fucked up. He don’t want to be with me, but always wants me to be available when he wants to have sex or when he wanna chill. Is that all I’m good for? Damn,” Carissa fussed, flopping down on the bed. She had been pacing back and forth across the carpet since she arrived, explaining what took place with Pierre this morning.