Wifey: Part 2
“Okay, thank you,” Jasmine smiled and said.
Derek was about to drink from his glass, but Jasmine stopped him.
“Wait, we have to make a toast first,” she said.
“My bad.”
Jasmine waited for him to take the lead and make the toast.
Derek finally caught on. “I know what I want to toast. I want to toast to your tight-ass chocha!”
Jasmine started to laugh, and the two of them touched glasses.
Nico looked over in Jasmine’s direction, and it was clear by his ice grill that he was heated and getting angrier by the second.
“Nico, what is she doing here? And who the hell is that she’s with?” Mia asked. “Please don’t tell me you flew her out here.”
Nico wanted to tell Mia to shut the fuck up, but he just looked at her and didn’t answer.
“Yo, chill right here. I’ll be right back,” he said to Mia. “Don’t fuckin’ move.” He got up from his seat and headed over toward Jasmine and Derek.
“Well, then I definitely gotta toast you to that quality dick you gave me and to that good-ass weed that still got me fucked up.”
They laughed as they tapped their glasses a second time, and then they both drank some of the mimosa.
Jasmine wasn’t looking in Nico’s direction, so she didn’t see him approaching.
“Honestly, Derek, I’m really glad that we met. I feel like I really want to get to know you. I just feel some kind of chemistry between us, and I’m not just saying that. I mean, I can’t really explain it,” Jasmine said as she looked into Derek’s eyes.
“That’s real talk.”
“Yo, what the fuck you doin’ here? And who the fuck is this nigga?”
Jasmine looked up at Nico, a disgusted look on her face. “Really?” she asked him, her voiced raised
and her tone sarcastic.
“Jasmine, you know how I get down. I’ll smack the shit outta you. Now, what the fuck are you doing out here?”
Derek immediately stood up. Nico took notice of his height and his muscles and his tats but quickly sized him up as soft. The only thing was, he wasn’t sure if Derek was strapped.
“My man, is there a problem?” Derek asked.
“Don’t do it to yourself, potna!” Nico gave Derek an ice grill and moved closer to him.
“Derek, it’s okay,” Jasmine stepped in and said.
“Oh, you talkin’ for this nigga too?” Nico asked. “Come here!” He then grabbed Jasmine by her arm and attempted to lead her out of the restaurant.
“Nico, get your hands off of me!” Jasmine screamed and tried to break free from his vise grip.
Other people in the restaurant began to take notice of the escalating altercation.
Mia got up from her seat and quickly joined in the melee. She pointed her index and middle fingers at Jasmine. “You a stalker bitch now?”
Jasmine shook her head. Her marijuana high had worn off, and she was seconds from losing her temper.
Nico hollered, “Mia, what the fuck did I tell you?”