“Nigga just be here and make that shit happen, aight. You can come check it out first to see what you need, but it will be handled to night.”
“Aight, yo, send me the address.”
I ended my call and shot him a text with Nonie's address. When you have money, anything is possible. After I slid my phone into my pocket, I proceeded with my plan and kicked the shit out of her door until I broke that bitch off the hinges.
“What the hell is wrong with you? You just broke my damn door!” Nonie screamed from her hallway.
I stepped inside and moved to her with the quickness grabbing her arm and pulling her with me toward her bedroom.
“Your petty ass shouldn't have put that security bar on, and I wouldn't have had to break that bitch.”
Noine yanked away from me and gave me the most hateful stare just before we entered her room.
“I didn't feel like dealing with you. I swear you need to get a fucking grip, Siah. You don't own me and you can't just break my door down because I don't want to talk to you.”
I laughed before shoving her further into the room. “I did that shit, didn't I?”
“I swear I hate you sometimes. I’m not in the mood, Siah. You really need to leave, and if you put your hands on me one more time—”
“One more time then what, Pretty? The fuck you gon’ do but just take it? And for the record, I didn't put my hands on you.”
She stood there looking at me like she was thinking about her next move. I could see her mind working, while she chewed on her bottom lip with her face all balled up. It was cute as fuck, and I wanted to kiss her, but I needed to get some shit straight first. She had other plans because out of nowhere her hand was in the air and flew across my face hard as fuck.
That shit stung like a muthafucker. I flexed my jaw while the reality of what she had just done settle in. Nonie knew I would never lay hands on her. That shit just wasn't gon’ happen, but that wouldn't stop me from jacking her little ass up. She took a step back, anticipating my reaction, but I simply released a low chuckle.
“You good now?” I asked with my eyes locked on hers.
“No, I’m really not. I can be with whoever I wanna be with, Yosiah. Why would you do that? Why do you care if I’m with someone else if I’m not with you?”
“The fuck you mean why do I care? You sound dumb as fuck, Pretty.” I moved past her and leaned against her dresser, while her eyes followed me.
“I sound dumb because you can fuck every bitch that smiles at you, but I can't have dinner with one guy?”
“Hell no, you can't. Not when that muthafucker is trying to take what I have and will not hesitate to put a bullet in my back. And notice I said back because that’s the kinda nigga you breaking bread with. He grimy as fuck, Pretty. He’s the type of nigga that’s not even man enough to look you in your eyes while he’s trying to take your life. That’s what you want? You’re good fucking with a nigga that wants me six feet under?”
“Tonight wasn't about you. It was about me, and contrary to what you think, it really was business. I’m hosting a party for him and we were just finalizing the details.”
I peeped how she ignored everything I said about Laken wanting to take me down, but she already knew that. She was far from stupid, but her confession made me laugh.
“Come on, baby girl. That shit wasn't about business. Maybe for you, but it damn sure wasn’t for him. And the way your ass was grinning and smiling in that nigga’s face, it wasn't business for you either.”
“It was definitely business, for both of us. But even if it wasn't, I’m single, Siah. I can grin and smile at whoever I want.”
Taking in her words, I just watched her face. She was uncomfortable under my stare, so she began fidgeting a little. I stepped away from the dresser I was leaning against and closed the space between us so that our bodies were inches apart. I towered over her, looking down while she looked away.
“You’re single, Nonie?” My hand was on her chin, tilting her head back so that I could see her eyes.
“Yes,” she said firmly, even though her body was saying no.
I let my lips touch hers, but not really kissing her at first. I just held the position, letting my lips gently press against hers, while her eyes were on me. I knew she wanted to pull away, but she couldn't. She wanted me to kiss her, so I obliged, letting my tongue move into her mouth. As it danced with hers I felt her body lean into mine until I released our attachment and she straightened up a little.
“You’re not mine anymore, Nonie?” I asked with a cocky grin, which I could tell upset her a little because she stepped back.