Free Torn by Keisha Ervin Page B

tryin' to fuck that up for nobody."
    "I feel you." Meesa nodded her head in agreement.
    "Look at Miss Thang tryin' to grow up," Mina said, surprised.
    "Well look, if she don't want him, I'll take him," Delicious announced, searching the club for the guy.
    "Boy if you don't sit yo' ass down ... let's make a toast!
    Here's to life, love and happiness!" Mo cheered, toasting her friends.
    "I second that," Mina agreed.
    "CHEERS!" It was damn near three-thirty when Mo got home. As soon as she entered through the front door of her house, the smell of weed smoke hit her smack dab in the face. Instantly, she was annoyed. Mo had no idea that Quan was at home. Usually, he would still be out at this hour. When she walked into the living room she found him sitting on the couch dressed in nothing but a wife beater, hooping shorts and socks, with a fat blunt hanging from his mouth.
    One of his legs was propped up on the coffee table while he played Madden 06. Heineken beer bottles were everywhere and marijuana seeds were scattered on the table and floor.
    There was even a plate with leftover chicken bones and pizza crust on her end table. Mo was pissed. She had spent the entire morning cleaning up. She didn't do that shit for her health. Quan was on the phone discussing business, so Mo placed her vintage Valentino purse down and cleared her throat to let him know that she was in the room.
    "What's up, baby?" he spoke without even looking in her direction.
    Mo didn't even speak back. She simply rolled her eyes, quietly slipped off her heels and then curled up on the couch next to him. She wanted to cuss him out for not cleaning up behind himself, but that would be rude, and she didn't want to embarrass him while he was on the phone, so she decided to wait until he got off. Instead she focused her attention on her lovely living room.
    It was so spacious and big. The walls were white. Their couch was a beige suede sectional decorated with blue and orange throw pillows. A large glass table from Z Gallerie sat in the middle floor above a Persian carpet, while colorful vintage art hung from the wall. Behind them was a spiral staircase leading to the third floor. The railing was made of pure twenty-four karat gold.
    "Nah, Dig, I ain't coming back out tonight. Tell that nigga I'ma holla at him tomorrow. "
    "Is that Diggy?" Mo whispered, tapping Quan on the arm.
    Diggy was Quan's crazy little bother.
    "Yeah."
    "Tell him I said hi."
    "Ay, Mo said hi. He said what's up." While Quan wrapped up his conversation, Mo couldn't help but stare up at his tan-colored face and oval shaped eyes.
    Sexiness just exuded from his skin. Girlfriend was addicted for real. She couldn't imagine her life without him. Every breath she breathed was for him. Each day that passed she fell deeper in love. He was her superstar and she was his number one fan. No other man would ever compare to him in her eyes.
    "But ah, like I was saying, we can handle that shit tomorrow. Just hit me up in morning. A'ight, one." After hanging up his cell phone, Quan looked down at Mo with a screwed up face.
    "What?"
    "Did you just get off the pole? What the fuck is this?" he asked, pulling on her dress. "Niggas been callin' you Candy and shit and what the fuck you doing walkin' up in my house at three o'clock in the morning like you ain't got no man?
    Ain't shit open after eleven but legs so what the fuck you been doing?"
    "First of all, who are you talkin' to? And second of all, you do it. Why can't I?"
    "What the fuck you mean you do it, why can't I? I ain't riding no muthafuckin' pole!"
    "I did not mean that and you know it," she laughed.
    "A'ight, enough of the jokes, smart ass. For real, where you been?"
    "At the Loft."
    "I better not find out you was in the club all up in some other man's face." He grabbed her and placed her head in a head lock.
    "Boy, please! I know you ain't! Every time I go to the club wit you it's a new chick in yo' face! They don't even care that I'm standing right