“Southside, near a hundred and ninth and Guy R. Brewer.” She kept dancing with her drink in her hand, only now she was slightly backing her ass into me.
“Oh, so you a Queens girl.” I drank some more liquor while Jasmine continued to dance.
As she kept dancing, she turned and faced me. “I’m originally from Prospect Heights in Brooklyn, but we moved to Queens when I was around twelve.”
I nodded my head to acknowledge what Jasmine was saying while I looked at my phone and saw a text from Mia, asking what time was I coming home. I hit her right back and told her that I wasn’t sure, and then I put my phone away.
“What you doing when you leave here?” I asked Jasmine.
Jasmine appeared surprised by my question and looked at me. “I really didn’t think that far ahead. I guess I’m going home, right?”
I said into her ear, “Why don’t you come to my spot near the FDR Drive and chill with me?”
“Come chill with you?” Jasmine turned around. “What, at your crib?” She stopped dancing.
I nodded my head yes.
“So Mia can stab my ass?” She then drank some more of her Nuvo.
I didn’t respond to Jasmine’s comment. I just looked at her and waited for her to tell me what she was going to do.
At that point Rick Ross’s hit song came on, and everyone in the club started to get amped. And so did Jasmine.
“They playing all my shit tonight!” Jasmine then turned her ass back into me, and she grabbed my right hand and made me hold on to her stomach and waist while she danced.
“We good,” I whispered into Jasmine’s ear, and then I kissed her on her neck as she kept grinding on me. The liquor had my head feeling nice, and all I was thinking about was taking her back to my spot and smashing that ass.
Jasmine tilted her head back. “We good?”
“We grown, right?”
Jasmine nodded her head up and down, and then she turned and looked at me.
I wasn’t playing games, and the straight look on my face said so.
“I drove here, and if I leave, my girls ain’t gonna have a way to get back,” she explained to me.
I nodded my head and then thought for a moment. Then I spoke into Jasmine’s ear because the music seemed like it had gotten louder.
“It’s all good. I gotta drop BJ back in East New York. So after you drop your girls off, we can link up.”
She nodded her head. “OK, take my number.”
I put her number into my phone, and after we finished our drinks, we parted ways. I went to look for BJ, and Jasmine went to look for her home girls.
It was a little past two thirty in the morning. In about two hours I was more than likely going to be fucking the shit out of Shabazz’s girl.
CHAPTER 6
Mia
It was four in the morning. I was still up because I had gone to the John Legend concert with one of my girlfriends, and after dropping her off in the Bronx, I didn’t get back to my house in Long Island until two in the morning and I wasn’t that tired. I was lying in my bed and I had just turned off the TV when I heard my doorbell ringing, and I also heard knocking coming from the front door.
The first thing I thought was, Nico had lost his key or something. I dismissed that because I knew he would have called me if that was the case, and I hadn’t heard from him since I’d sent him a text a few hours earlier.
“Who is this at this time of night?” I said out loud to myself as I got out of the bed and threw on my short black silk robe.
The banging got louder as I approached the door, making me a little bit nervous. I paused in my tracks, turned and ran back to my bedroom. I quickly switched on the closed-circuit television monitor, so I could see who was at the door. The motion light in front of my house had come on, but it was still too dark for me to clearly see who it was at the door. But I could definitely tell it was two guys.