Page 25 of Nothing Without You

“Alright, damn. You didn’t have to do all that,” Chiara muttered.

“Keegan, this your house?” Capri asked, completely ignoring her cousins as she looked around while we walked toward the living room.

“Yeah,” I replied.

“Damn, Chy. You wit’ a rich nigga,” Capri whispered, but I still heard her. I wasn’t offended because what she said wasn’t a lie. Plus, I knew Chyna didn’t care about my money. I was still trying to figure out a way to get her ass to quit her damn job so she could relax because I just knew she wouldn’t go for that.

Maybe if I get her pregnant . . .

The doorbell rang again, and my irritation flared. “Aight, now. I’m ’bout sick of this.”

Chyna rubbed my back. “It’s okay, bae. That should be the food, and that’s it, right? You don’t have anyone else coming?”

I looked around the room at everyone mingling. “Nah.”

“Me neither.” She turned toward the living room and called out, “Y’all go ahead and introduce yourselves. We’re just going to get the food.”

We walked toward the door, and once we got the boxes of pizza, wings, and breadsticks from the delivery guy, I closed the door, a little too hard, ready to get on with the night.

Chyna walked in front of me, and I admired her fat ass in those little spandex shorts she wore. We dropped everything in the kitchen, but before she could go back toward the living room, I caught her by the waist and hugged her to me.

“You okay?” she asked, her voice muffled because I hugged her tightly to my chest.

I loosened my grip on her some and massaged her ass. “Yeah. Let me get some.”

She giggled. I knew it had been a full-time job to keep me off her today, but I couldn’t help it. I craved her cute ass.

“Just make it through a few more hours, baby. I promise I got you later.”

I frowned. “How long we talkin’?”

She shrugged. “If we get them super drunk, they probably won’t stay as long.” She grabbed a bottle of liquor off the counter and held it up.

I smacked her ass. “Say less.”

With haste, I turned toward the living room with her giggling behind me.

“Let’s play UNO. I’ll be on the birthday girl’s team,” Beretta suggested as we entered the living room. He licked his lips and looked straight into Icelynn’s eyes.

Icelynn laughed in his face, which caused Beretta to push his shoulder-length locs out of his face. I knew his ass thought he had to have heard wrong. No way a woman laughed at him. That was something that just didn’t happen. I had a feeling that my cousin had met his match, though.

“Ain’t no teams in UNO, nigga,” Icelynn said.

Beretta mugged her. “You a hater, ain’t you?” He looked over at me. “Aye, Cuz, you got me over here celebrating a hater’s birthday?”

“I ain’t no mothafuckin’ hater, nigga. Watch ya mouth,” Icelynn snapped.

Beretta looked her up and down. “Shit . . . I’m tryna watch my mouth all over that pussy⁠—”

Chyna clapped her hands. “How about we eat before we play games?”

She ushered everyone into the kitchen, and I laughed as I grabbed her from behind and kissed the back of her neck as we walked. Tonight was about to be entertaining as hell. I couldn’t wait, because all I had to do was sit back with some popcorn and Chyna in my lap, while I watched the shit unfold.

“Aye, who wants to take a shot?” I shouted.

Icelynn cheered, and I knew it wouldn’t be hard to get her ass drunk. I just had to get the rest of these mothafuckas on board.

Okay, maybe planning our first official date the day after Chyna’s cousin’s birthday party wasn’t my brightest idea.