Tasim knew exactly what he meant so now a part of him didn't wanna ask.
"Like I said, you need to go get you some pussy. Stop using us like porn slaves. I bet yo dick got cobwebs growing inside of it.” Tasim chuckled at his own joke. When his father didn’t so much as crack a smile, he got it tighter. “How did you know her?" Tasim asked.
"Know who?"
"Man, stop playing dumb. Norah pops."
"Oh, her." His father rubbed his beard as if he was trying to buy time to figure his reply.
"Her grandmother has history around here. Let's just say this. If she's anything like her then she's a stone-cold freak." Mr. Kingly now laughed. Tasim only nodded his head and it made sense. This was how his pops knew exactly who Norah was and where she was located.
“So, is that why you were so adamant to ruin her life?”
“Ruin her life? That slut got exactly what she wanted. Not my fault you’re the sick puppy that fell for a street hoe. I swear I don’t know about you niggas no more. I wish y’all give me some babies so I can raise them to become Kingly men and not a bunch of pussies like their fathers. Run along lil nigga.” Mr. Kingly waved his hand dismissively. “I've got bigger fish to fry with my beloved daughter.” He zoomed back into the monitor where Shy had just accomplished her mission. Tasim stood there briefly with so many more questions but too afraid to ask. Instead, he stormed out feeling intimidated by his father’s words. Tasim left his father’s office and decided to drop by Norah's home. This time he wouldn't be so patient. She had him fucked up and if she wanted to play childish ass games, he was gonna play them with her.
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After waiting nearly an hour to decide on his plan, Tasim exited his whip and made his way to Norah's door. For the first time he actually noticed the camera so he knew she could hear him. He rang the bell and turned to look at her car that was parked right out front. He knew she was home and he wasn't leaving until she came out.
"Norah, I know you in there! On my mama if you don't come out I'm coming in that bitch." he spoke into the camera.
"Tasim just go nigga." Norah finally responded after noticing he was gonna stand there.
“Ima go soon as you come the fuck out. Don’t make me get disrespectful and Mama hates my ass gang.”
“Boy ain’t nobody worried bout them threats. Why you here anyway?”
“I’m here for what’s mine. I told you once you gave it to me it was mine.”
“Ain’t shit yours. Move along Tasim.”
“Move along. Move along.” Tasim replied feeling like a goofy. Norah had him fucked up. He wasn’t used to chasing a bitch and he damn sure wasn’t used to popping up to homes. The way Norah was playing on his ego made him wanna body her simple ass. This was one of the traits Tasim definitely inherited from his father. He had an ego problem. He was that nigga so Norah needed to grasps the fact. She was lucky he didn’t fuck up in her lil pussy and say fuck her. He actually liked Norah and wanted more from their situation.
Boom!
On the other side of the camera Norah watched in disbelief as Tasim kicked in the wooden door. Before he could step inside, she was already running towards the living room. She was dressed in a robe with her makeup flawed and her hair in pin curls.
“Tasim what the fuck wrong with you?!” She screamed holding her robe closed.
“Who the fuck you got in here.” Tasim stepped past her and headed into the home.
“Nigga! That’s none of your business. I gave you some pussy once and you kicking down doors and shit like a fucking psychopathic freak.” Norah was frustrated but turned on.
Tasim began searching the home for Norah’s bedroom. He accidentally opened Mama’s door and quickly closed it. When he noticed she wasn’t home he was really gonna act an ass.
“Tasim.” Norah called his name. This made him really wanna open her door. The last room to the left had to be hers. Tasim opened it and instantly knew by the large portrait of Norah it was her bedroom. Her furniture was made of glass that definitely suits her. The decor was lavender and silver and it actually looked nice.
Tasim began looking around and felt foolish because no one was inside. Norah’s fragrance of choice lingered in the air demanding his every step towards the restroom. The curling iron that was plugged up let him know she was on her way out the door.
“Where the fuck you going?”
“Are you serious right now?” Her hip shifted to one side.
“As fucking heart attack. Where the fuck you going?” He looked at her, daring her not to answer.
“I’m going out Tasim. What’s up with you, my nigga?” She released her breath undefeated. She took a seat on the bed and just looked at him like he was crazy.
“Shit, you. Tha fuck. I heard that lil slick shit you said. Norah, trust me you need to humble yoself. I like yo ass and I don’t like bitches. I fuck em and leave em.”