"Love we was getting somewhere!"
"We weren't getting nowhere, nigga!" I snapped.
Toking from the blunt again once more, clouds of smoke seethed from his mouth before he began to talk again. "Let me do this shit the proper way and let me take you out."
"No."
"Bet," he nodded. "I'll get your girl to send you the deets and shit. You need money for a dress and heels. Don't wear none of them dresses you wore with them niggas. I want to see you in some new shit, Sia. I like you in the color pink—wear pink."
"Dose, I ain't doing?—"
Before I could get my sentence out, he ended the video, leaving me furious. This is the only nigga who has a way to get under my skin and I hate that I let him do it. Normally, I'm able to shake shit off and let it roll down my back like sweat, but Dose was acting like a gnat doing shit like that.
Shaking my head, I unplugged my iMac, and sauntered towards the bathroom, so I could disinfect the chair then take a steamy hot shower. Hopefully it would calm me down. Mystomach growled when I eased into a negligee, so I sauntered into the kitchen to whip me up something quick—some Cajun chicken pasta with a side of garlic knots. Getting on my level, I turned some music on, poured a glass of red wine and began to vibe. Midway through vibing, my FaceTime chimed causing my music to pause and I glanced over at my phone. I rolled my eyes seeing that it was Nya. I hadn't heard from her ass in days, since the release party.
"Hoe, I should've put an Amber Alert out on yo ass, if it wasn't for your close friends," I giggled, putting my face in the camera.
She giggled too. "Girl fuck you. You seen what I been on."
Nodding my head, I scoped around her background and roamed my eyes over the gray accent wall. She was in her shop.
"Yeah, hopping dick!"
Nya cackled, as she sat the phone down and gave me a glance over her heart-shaped ass and wide hips for a second before she disappeared into the room. I could still hear her, so that meant she had her Beats earphones in her ear.
"You could be hoppin' dick too, if you weren't so damn stubborn," she snapped.
"I care too much about STDs and stuff!"
"And I don't," she shrieked.
Laughing, I walked back over to my counter so I could continue seasoning my chicken before adding it to the pan. I already added water and a dash of salt and a capful of oil to my noodles so they wouldn't take long to boil and so they wouldn't stick together.
"I didn't say that, but it sure as hell don't seem like it," I joked.
"Bitch, the first thing I ask when I meet a nigga is to see his MyChart, you know I never played Russian Roulette with my life like that!"
"I know I'm just messing with you. You still doing hair?"
"Nah, I just finished my last client. I'm just cleaning up my suite so I can get out of here. We need to book us a spa day or something," she mentioned.
"Yeah," I agreed, "It'd be fun."
"I been seeing people talk about this place for a while now. I need to check it out and reserve us something."
"I don't have anything planned," I retorted, as I placed my chicken in a pan. "I thought you was calling me to tell me about how your boo had you fucked up by now, unless you done switched a nigga out and ain't tell me."
"Nope, me and my boo still going steady! Don't be throwing shade either, bitch. Brother on my arm, no brother on your arm," she laughed, mocking the infamous line from the movie Hairshow.
"Girl fuck you, save me the headache."
"I take it you and Dose still haven't knocked boots yet."
"Bitch please, get the fuck off my phone! That reminds me to go cuss your ass out for giving him my address. I don't give a fuck how much he paid you. You'll never give a nigga that you ain't interested in your number!" I snapped.
"Oh my god, Sia! Who are you trying to fool? I can see right through you. I wouldn't have given it to him had I felt that you weren't feeling him. What is it? He ain't done nothing foul to you?"
I sighed, as the knife clinked against the marble countertop and stared at the blank wall in deep thought. That was the question I was running away from because I couldn't seem to answer it. Truth is, I didn't have a blatant reason besides his playboy actions that made him feel like women would fall at his feet and in a snap they'd do anything for him. I wanted to be chased and exist in a different role that was new to him. Truth is, Dose checked off all the categories in my book, and I had tomake him settle that maybe, for an inkling that I was no match to him. For once, I wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.