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“Your ass been a daddy for five minutes. Now, you a pro. Tuh!”
“That’s five minutes longer than you been one,” I said as I pulled into Culver’s. They asked me what I wanted, so I threw out her order. “Let me get a chicken tender kids’ meal. No seasoning, no sauce, and a bottle of water.” Key turned toward me and stared at me for a few seconds.
“Damn. That girl got you so fucked up you out here eating gluten free and ordering baby portions. I knew you was going through something, but I ain’t know it was this bad. Nigga ordering off the kid’s menu.”
“It’s for Lovii, mufucka.” That pissed him off good.
“I been out here all day handling business for you, and your helmet head ass can’t even offer me a meal? You really ordered your dog some food without even asking if I was hungry.” I closed my eyes and shook my head. This nigga was going to do the most every time. I ain’t have time for his bitching, so I conceded.
“What would you like, Donald?” He leaned over me so that he could order.
“Let me get a Bacon Deluxe Basket, lemonade for the drink, and put extra gluten on mine.” This nigga.
“Excuse me?” the lady said through the speaker, and I couldn’t do shit but laugh.
“Don’t worry about him. Just give him the meal.” I looked over at Key as I pulled forward. “You sound dumb as fuck.”
“That’s what happens when a nigga gotta beg to eat. You fed your dog before you fed your best friend.” I reached for my wallet and passed them my card.
“You ain’t have to beg for shit. You just extra. You know damn well she can’t order for herself.”
“Neither could I, until I started shaking and crying.”
“Man, you said you been out here handling business. Did your slow ass get it transferred over?”
“Yeah, it’s done. Just waiting on you to tell me when to send out the notices.”
“Naw, only one going out.” Key looked at me confused.
“One? You really bought an entire apartment building just to put one nigga out?”
“Two of them live in there.” The lady handed me the water, so I put it in the console. I ignored Key staring at me in disbelief.
“One of them your bitch.” I shrugged my shoulders. “You really not playing about getting her back.” Snapping my head his way, I gave him a look of confusion.
“Back? Nigga, she never stopped being mine.” The girl handed me the rest of the food. I passed the bags to Key and pulled off.
“You something else. Which one of these are hers?”
“The small one.”
“So, everybody else just gets to stay?”
“As long as they pay they rent and mind they business. They ain’t got shit to worry about.” He broke Lovii’s chicken into small pieces and began blowing on one. Key fed her a piece, and it took everything in me not to say shit.
“That’s crazy. You spent all that money on a building, just so you can put two people out, and it’s fuck the other tenants. You not gone try to get to know them or nothing, huh?”
“I ain’t buy that bitch to make friends. I bought it to make vacancies.” Key laughed as he put another piece of chicken in Lovii’s mouth.
“You need some fucking help.” He went quiet as he fed her a little more before unwrapping his burger. “Once they get the letter, then what? You giving them thirty days. You really think she gone pack her shit and come running to your house just because she gotta move?”
“If she’s smart, she will.”
“So, if the thirty days up and she don’t come back to you, then what?”
“Then I’mma sleep peacefully in my big ass mansion with my big dick and a smile.”
“Cold blooded. You really gone have your baby mama living on the street.” Damn! This nigga really didn’t think she was going to choose me. What he wasn’t understanding was that she didn’t have a choice. I was only going to allow her so much grace to keep playing around with this nigga before I put an end to that shit myself. Just like I showed up at her shit that night, I was going to keep showing up every time I craved her ass until she figured out it wasn’t a game. Hopefully, it didn’t take her too long because I got plenty more tricks up my sleeve to rush the process. She wanted to be here with me. Her ass needed to figure out how long she planned on keeping us both miserable pretending otherwise.
