She Used to Be the Sweetest Girl(30)

One day last week they were chilling at the crib, while Mrs. Carla went to get her hair done with his mama. As always, Brix was parading around the house with little to no clothes on and Shemel just had to get a whiff of her essence. They were chilling on the bed when he, just out the blue, picked Brix up and sat her on his face. She still had her shorts on, but the wetness that seeped from her slit did not go unnoticed. Shemel put his nose all in it, before biting her pearl, and then laid her back down. Brix wanted to slap him so bad. She was past sexually frustrated, and for him to do that, had her ready to really sit on his face, no clothes involved. Chuckling at the memory, Shemel stood up to leave.

“You out of here nigga?” Jerome asked, pulling his little brother in for a hug.

“Yeah. Gotta go pick my lady up from work,” he replied proudly.

“She got a friend or something? Damn. She got you round this mufucka on cloud nine,” Jerome asked.

“Nah. She ain’t got no damn friends,” Pierre spat. He hadn’t talked to Carissa since the day she left his house, and his saltiness was evident. She had blocked his number on some childish shit and he was trying to keep his cool. He didn’t think he would miss her like this, but he did and it was all his fault.

“Damn nigga. You big mad or little mad?” Fatz asked, making all of them burst out laughing.

“Man, fuck y’all,” Pierre said, chuckling.

“She got one other friend, besides Pierre’s chick, but I think she got a man,” Mel answered.

“And you know how I feel about those,” he said smirking. Jerome didn’t care at all about a female and her so called boyfriend. To him, relationships didn’t mean shit until you got married. Until then, he was coming for every nigga’s chick.

“Nah man, she loyal,” Shemel told him.

“These hoes ain’t loyal!” Ricky yelled out. He was high as shit, playing the game. The so-called baby his chick was trying pin on him, turned out not to be his. It was some nigga that lived in her apartment complex.

“Awww, you need a hug Ricky,” Fatz said, leaning over on him. All the brothers jumped on the couch and hugged him, while cracking up.

“Man gone. You niggas gay,” Ricky said, finally able to breathe. Fatz had mashed his face into the couch with his big ass.

Shemel gave everybody dap, then headed to his car. As he was pulling away from the warehouse, his phone began to ring. Looking at the screen, he saw it was Reilyn calling and ignored it. He had sexed her a few times since that morning she came over, but hadn’t really talked to her since then. She would text him and he would reply, but it was always when he was busy or with Brix. Although he and Brix weren’t together, he still respected her time while with her. He didn’t work hard to get her, just to give someone else attention. Turning his music up, he cruised to her job, blasting his own tunes.

Pulling into her job parking lot, he backed into a spot and waited for Brix to call him. This was his second time dropping her off at work, but even if he hadn’t, she would still call him. Brix usually called Carissa, Lex, or her mama, but Shemel had quickly taken their spot. Right at five, his phone rang.

“I’m outside, Brix,” Shemel chuckled.

“Okay. I’ll be out there in a second,” she smiled on the other end.

Ten minutes later, Brix walked out bundled up with her scarf covering her face. Hopping in the car, she removed her gloves and scarf.

“Dang, it’s cold. Hey! How was your day?” she asked, while leaning over to kiss his cheek.

“It was straight. How was yours though? You have to cuss anybody out today?”

“Thank goodness no. I didn’t work the drive thru, so the customers who did decide to come in were cool. This cold weather has people tripping,” she chuckled, buckling her seat belt.

“You don’t trust me?” he asked.

“Huh? Why you ask that?”

“You be in such a hurry to put your seat belt on like a nigga can’t drive,” Mel asked, chuckling. Brix didn’t find anything funny. Swallowing the lump in her throat and blinking tears back, she looked at him.

“Please Shemel, promise me to always wear your seat belt. It’s here for a reason. I’d hate to lose you too.”

Shemel didn’t know why she had gotten so emotional, but decided not to get all in her business. Hearing the sincerity and hurt in her voice was enough to make him grab the belt quick. Hearing the click, Brix smiled weakly at him.

“We good to go now?”

“Yes, thank you,” she said.

On the drive to her house, they discussed plans for the weekend and Shemel’s important meetings he had coming up. A couple record labels had been in his manager’s email, wanting to meet up with the up and coming rap star. Mel was all for it. The only issue was that they were all out of town and he’d more than likely be gone for a week or two. He didn’t want to leave the streets for that long, and Brix either. He wanted to take her with him, but didn’t want her taking off from work. Mel would never fuck with her money like that. Even though he could pay her triple the amount she was making, he liked that she was on her grind, just like him.