Page 28 of Mercedees: Forever An Atkins
Chapter 10
Akira
It was always something going on with the Atkins, and this time the spotlight was on my best friend and that fine ass nigga she married. I wanted to support her but goddamn how could you deny a man of his caliber anything. Cedees was too busy giving that man her ass to kiss to notice he was a boss with a team behind him.
That night in the club, I spotted one too many niggas reach for their hip when he grabbed her by the neck. They were ready to put us down which made me think twice. I knew to track her location once I was done with shawty at the hospital though. His crib was ducked off on the outskirts of the Springs and he had just as many men if not more surrounding him. Cedees stumbled upon somebody that was on equal playing fields as the Atkins.
I had to admit though, the bitch had me stressed the hell out. So stressed, I was running through my stash at a rapid pace. Leafica was my favorite dispensary, which was located not too far from my crib. I wanted nothing more in this moment than to get high as a kite and detach myself from the bullshit for a day or two.
As I walked inside, the smell of quality Mary Jane hit my nostrils immediately bringing a smile to my face. I was in my element and overly excited to purchase some new shit.
“Heeyyy Guava Princess,” one of the workers greeted me. I was a regular so everyone that worked here as well as visited often knew me.
“Wassup Monica? How you feeling boo?” I questioned wearing a small smile.
“I’m good, but clearly you are, too. Where you headed tonight? You looking all fly and shit,” she complimented.
“To the club. I just got to change the scenery and go somewhere I can unwind. I got a lot going on if you know what I mean.”
“I do. We got some new strands in yesterday. Ray put you some up in the back. Let me finish with these customers and I got you,” she assured me.
“What ‘bout me? I can get that same treatment, too?” The very familiar voice that I learned to hate was booming over my right shoulder.
Rolling my eyes, a wave of irritancy washed over me. I was so over this dude and always coincidentally ending up in the same spaces as me. He had to be stalking a bitch cause there was no way he was everywhere I was.
Snaking his arm around my waist, I turned my lip up in seconds. Turning around, I pushed his ass as hard as I could. He barely moved an inch. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me, Ashaun. We ain’t even ‘bout to play like that!” I spazzed.
He took a few steps back with his hands up, wearing a mischievous grin.Why the most annoying niggas got to be so damn fine?Tilting his head to the side, his gaze traveled my frame from head to toe. Once again, I felt my body temperature rise. Ashaun was nothing shy and I loved that shit. There was no denying that. However, his confidence was annoying.
I gave him a quick onceover as well and this man deserved every hoe he had on his dick. Mixed breed and tatted. I swear it ain’t get no better than that. His hair wasn’t quite as long as his brother’s, but the short curls fit him. His beard complimented his chiseled features, and those thick brows carried slits on the end. He knew the bitches was on his body.
“Newcomers don’t get special treatment. Ain’t that right, Monica?” I threw over my shoulder.
“Whatever you say goes, Guava Princess,” she said agreeing with me.
Smirking, I chuckled and said, “Whatever I say goes baby boy. I know you heard her.”
“I did, and I’ll respect it. You smell as good as you look. This cream complements you. Where you headed?” he inquired.
Staring at him with a look of confusion, I was left wondering why he felt he had the right to know about anything I had going on. He wasn’t my man and vice versa. I wasn’t the least bit curious about his entertainment for the night.
“Ashaun, that ain’t none of yo’ business.”
“So, make it my business then. I’m trying to be everywhere you at,” he answered with that sly grin plastered across his face.
“Monica, you got time? I’m ready,” I threw over my shoulder ignoring him.
“Of course. Follow me,” she instructed.
Turning on my heels, I proceeded to strut behind my girl. She led us to the back office where Midas kept certain strands off the floor for people like me. I was like a kid in a candy store the way my eyes lit up. Ashaun was on me like white on rice not giving me a chance to breathe.
“I mean damn. Can you back the fuck up?” I asked irritably.
“Can you? I got a big ass dick waiting to make a home in the pussy. I just know that ass got a hell of a ripple effect, too.”
So fuckin’ annoying but so goddamn bold that my body slightly reacted. A small tingling sensation formed in my stomach as the thought of my kitty being stretched began to loop. I wanted him to stamp everything he spat, but I couldn’t bring myself to accept the challenge.
“Begging already?”
