Free Long As You Know Who You Belong To by jwppublishing Page B

I loved that girl. Yeah, I said it. And after
only six months, so what? A real nigga knows when it’s real, and
the shit is real deal like Holyfield. She was perfect for a nigga.
She was fun and spontaneous, beautiful and business-minded,
compassionate and down-to-earth. And let’s not even talk about baby
girl’s body. Shawty had sex appeal without trying and knew how to
keep up with me in the bedroom. Whenever I wasn’t with her, I
wished she was there. Whenever she was with me, I was plotting on
how to steal more of her time. She had a nigga wrapped around her
finger, and she didn’t even know it yet. 
    I went to grab the eggs out of the refrigerator and
heard my phone buzz on the kitchen counter. I reached for it and
sighed when I saw the name of the caller come across the
screen.
    Reluctantly, I answered the
phone. “Yo.” 
    “That’s all I get when I call you? Yo?” 
    “What’s good? Is that better?” 
    “What is wrong with you, Kimani? I haven’t heard from
you in months, and when I attempt to reach out all you got to say
is yo?”
    I looked back at the stairs, hoping that Blu didn’t
reappear. “Vicious, what do you want?”
    “Oh, now I’m Vicious?” 
    “Bruh, what the fuck do you want?” 
    “You know what I want, Mani. I want you.” 
    “That’s not happening. I’m with somebody now,” I
sighed. 
    “Oh, you got yourself a new bitch?” 
    “Nah, not a new bitch.  A real bitch. So if you
don’t mind, I’ma to get back to her. Take care of yourself. Oh,
and, uh, lose the number.” 
    I hung up the phone glad to have an excuse to dead
that conversation. Vicious was one third of the R&B/pop group
Wild 1’s that I used to mess with. She was wild and crazy and her
sex game was dummy, but that was about all that she was good for.
If she wasn’t working, she was popping pills or partying. That was
cool and all, but she had no substance to her.  Her life was
sex, drugs, parties, and music, and I wasn’t about that life.
    When she started to see that my interest in her was
waning, she tried to hold on for dear life. She started claiming me
in public and making the blogs and gossips sites go crazy with
ridiculous rumors. I’m not even going to front like the
attention that I got from her stunts didn’t help put a nigga on the
map a little bit. But she was too unpredictable and rowdy for me. I
needed my chick to be chill sometimes, and Vicious was turnt all
the damn time. I was happy with who I was with and when I finally
got around to tell her how I felt, we’d be official. 
     

Nakami
December 2014
    “ Legs moving side to side, smack it in the air.
Legs moving side to side, smack it in the air. Smack it, smack it,
in the air .” I twerked as the sounds of Beyonce’s 7/11 filled the air. I felt like Queen B as I moved around the kitchen,
gathering ingredients to make my man a five-star dinner. As I
reached in the refrigerator, my phone chimed and interrupted my
groove. I reached for it and saw that it was Blu letting me know
that she was outside.
    I dropped the ingredients that I was carrying on the
counter and ran to the door to let my bestie in. A few moments
later,  Blu came sauntering in dressed casually in a pair of
high waist Citizen jeans, a grey cropped Alexander Wang 
sweatshirt that read Wang on the front, and a pair of wheat
Timbs.  Her now long blue hair was done in a side fishtail
braid, and she was wearing the Melody Ehsani hoops I’d bought her
for her birthday last year.
    “Hey, bitch! What you ‘bout to cook?” she asked as
she dropped her Celine bag on the kitchen table.
    “Nothing for your greedy ass. I’m cooking
my  man  filet mignon with sautéed shrimp, garlic
mashed potatoes, and oven roasted asparagus. Oh and some cheddar
biscuits.”
    “You better burn, ho!”
    We both laughed. Blu took a seat at the bar style
island that extended from Grey's kitchen.
    “So what's been up, sis?” I asked her. I hadn’t
really seen or talked to my