Page 31 of Promised To A Menace

“Oh, shit. I gotta see her.”

“No, the fuck you don’t.” I laughed.

I knew what type of timing this nigga was on, and I wasn’t letting that shit go down.

Kendric started laughing. “Oh shit. Don’t tell me you already feeling shorty and you don’t even know her ass like that.”

“Nah, nigga.” I sucked my teeth. “I just know the type of nigga you is. You run through these hoes like it ain’t shit.”

“You damn right. Shit, I learned from the fucking best.”

“Who? Yo’ pops?”

“Nah, nigga. Yo’ ass. You know my pops don’t know shit about that.”

He wasn’t lying. His pops had been with Kendric’s mama for as long as I could remember. Hell, his old man being my pops’ right-hand man was how me and Kendric had met in the first place.

“You ain’t lying.” I laughed.

“I know I’m not.”

Just as I was about to say something else, movement near the stairs caught my attention. It was shorty.

She came walking back downstairs wearing my T-shirt. The shit was big as hell on her, falling over her body, but it damn sure didn’t hide everything.

My eyes followed her before I could stop them.

“Aye, man. You there?” Kendric asked.

I blinked and brought the phone closer to my ear. “Yeah, bruh. I’m here.”

“You sure? ‘Cause yo’ ass went mute for a second.”

“My bad. I was looking at the TV.” I took another sip of my drink.

“Uh-huh.” His laugh told me his ass didn’t believe me. “Aight, bruh. I’m finna let you go anyway. I got a bitch coming over.”

“Bet. Wrap that shit up too. We don’t need yo’ ass having another scare.”

“Man, fuck you.” He sucked his teeth.

I laughed because his ass knew exactly what I was talking about. A female he’d been fucking without protection had popped up pregnant. He’d been ready to be a father, only to find out after the baby was born that the kid wasn’t his.

That shit had humbled his ass real quick.

“Aight, bruh. I’ll hit you tomorrow.”

“Bet.”

We ended the call, and I finished what was left in my glass before getting up and heading toward the kitchen.

I rinsed my glass out at the sink, then glanced over and noticed shorty bent over with her head damn near inside the refrigerator.

My brows pulled together. What the hell was she looking for?

I leaned against the counter and watched her. My shirt had risen some while she was bent over, showing off more of them thick-ass thighs.

I ran my tongue across my lips before shaking my head.