out of the bedroom in search of Nakami. To my
surprise, she was nowhere to be found. Not in the kitchen, living
room, game room, patio, or theater. Shrugging my shoulders, I
snatched up the keys to my newest baby, a rose gold painted 2015
Audi R8, and headed towards the garage. When I got to the garage, I
realized that Nakami’s car was missing. Crazy hoe must have
found something to distract herself. Whatever . I
thought to myself. I hopped in the car, plugged the address into my
GPS, and got ghost.
****
I pulled up to the W Hollywood about a half
hour later with Drake’s Energy putting me in the right state
of mind for the evening. I let the valet handle my car and took the
elevator up to the rooftop pool where the event was taking place.
Cali had made it easy for me to fall in love with my move because
the weather was exceptional damn near all year round. In the middle
of February, it was a crisp sixty-one degrees at 8 pm, and that was
much more than I could say for the D right now.
I reached the rooftop and was guided in by a pretty
young chick with her cheeks spilling out of her white booty shorts.
She showed me to a cabana where my brother was seated, surrounded
by a couple of baddies. He hopped up when I approached the
booth.
“Bro, you made it!” He seemed a little on, as he
greeted me with dap and a hug.
“Nigga, barely,” I replied as I shook my head.
“Why? Nakami’s ass was fooling again? I don’t see why
you don’t just leave that broad alone.”
“Probably the same reason you don’t wanna leave Blu’s
ass alone.”
I followed him over to the bar area that was already
packed with people.
“Nah, homie. For one, Blu and I are done. Two, our
situations are completely different. I wasn’t messing with Blu
because I needed something from her. I was trying to get her on my
team because I actually loved her. You holding on to that crazy
bitch because you need her.”
“Ah, so I was correct in assuming there was
a crazy female waiting in the wings?” a voice slithered into my
ear. I turned around and came face-to-face with the beauty from the
other day.
“Such a pretty woman really doesn’t need to be a
stalker,” I joked.
“Boy, please. You’re fine and all but I don’t need to
chase,” she smiled.
I was captivated by her confidence. Dressed in a
butterscotch colored jersey dress that skimmed her curvy body and
stopped at her knees, and a pair of brown lace up sandals
showcasing her pretty pedicured feet, she looked drop dead
gorgeous. Her hair was wavy this time, seductively covering half of
her face, and her make-up was light and subtle. If I was one of
those niggas that believed in all that romantic shit, I would’ve
thought that I’d already fallen in love without knowing the first
thing about ol’ girl.
“Blaze, right?”
Before she could respond, Kimani jumped in. “Excuse
my rude ass brother, I’m Kimani.” He extended his hand for her to
shake. She obliged.
“Nice to meet you, Kimani. I’m Blaze. I see that good
looks definitely run in the family. You’re gorgeous.” I took notice
of the dimple in her left cheek as she grinned.
“Thanks, ma. You’re quite stunning yourself. Are you
a model?” he asked.
She laughed and flicked away a loose strand of hair.
The tiniest movements that this woman made had me on brick.
“Modeling what, honey? While I appreciate every inch
of my body, the modeling world doesn’t.”
“Well, you could model for me any day of the week.” I
eyeballed her body like it was USDA prime steak.
“Both of you are too much. What brings you all to my
event?” she asked.
“Your event?” Kimani balked. “What do you do, Miss
Lady?”
Blaze held up her finger, asking Kimani to hold on,
and spoke to a few people that passed by her. Kimani looked at me
with a raised eyebrow, and I knew what he was thinking. But I’d be
damned if this nigga tried to get on first. From the moment I laid
eyes on her that day I bumped into her
surprise, she was nowhere to be found. Not in the kitchen, living
room, game room, patio, or theater. Shrugging my shoulders, I
snatched up the keys to my newest baby, a rose gold painted 2015
Audi R8, and headed towards the garage. When I got to the garage, I
realized that Nakami’s car was missing. Crazy hoe must have
found something to distract herself. Whatever . I
thought to myself. I hopped in the car, plugged the address into my
GPS, and got ghost.
****
I pulled up to the W Hollywood about a half
hour later with Drake’s Energy putting me in the right state
of mind for the evening. I let the valet handle my car and took the
elevator up to the rooftop pool where the event was taking place.
Cali had made it easy for me to fall in love with my move because
the weather was exceptional damn near all year round. In the middle
of February, it was a crisp sixty-one degrees at 8 pm, and that was
much more than I could say for the D right now.
I reached the rooftop and was guided in by a pretty
young chick with her cheeks spilling out of her white booty shorts.
She showed me to a cabana where my brother was seated, surrounded
by a couple of baddies. He hopped up when I approached the
booth.
“Bro, you made it!” He seemed a little on, as he
greeted me with dap and a hug.
“Nigga, barely,” I replied as I shook my head.
“Why? Nakami’s ass was fooling again? I don’t see why
you don’t just leave that broad alone.”
“Probably the same reason you don’t wanna leave Blu’s
ass alone.”
I followed him over to the bar area that was already
packed with people.
“Nah, homie. For one, Blu and I are done. Two, our
situations are completely different. I wasn’t messing with Blu
because I needed something from her. I was trying to get her on my
team because I actually loved her. You holding on to that crazy
bitch because you need her.”
“Ah, so I was correct in assuming there was
a crazy female waiting in the wings?” a voice slithered into my
ear. I turned around and came face-to-face with the beauty from the
other day.
“Such a pretty woman really doesn’t need to be a
stalker,” I joked.
“Boy, please. You’re fine and all but I don’t need to
chase,” she smiled.
I was captivated by her confidence. Dressed in a
butterscotch colored jersey dress that skimmed her curvy body and
stopped at her knees, and a pair of brown lace up sandals
showcasing her pretty pedicured feet, she looked drop dead
gorgeous. Her hair was wavy this time, seductively covering half of
her face, and her make-up was light and subtle. If I was one of
those niggas that believed in all that romantic shit, I would’ve
thought that I’d already fallen in love without knowing the first
thing about ol’ girl.
“Blaze, right?”
Before she could respond, Kimani jumped in. “Excuse
my rude ass brother, I’m Kimani.” He extended his hand for her to
shake. She obliged.
“Nice to meet you, Kimani. I’m Blaze. I see that good
looks definitely run in the family. You’re gorgeous.” I took notice
of the dimple in her left cheek as she grinned.
“Thanks, ma. You’re quite stunning yourself. Are you
a model?” he asked.
She laughed and flicked away a loose strand of hair.
The tiniest movements that this woman made had me on brick.
“Modeling what, honey? While I appreciate every inch
of my body, the modeling world doesn’t.”
“Well, you could model for me any day of the week.” I
eyeballed her body like it was USDA prime steak.
“Both of you are too much. What brings you all to my
event?” she asked.
“Your event?” Kimani balked. “What do you do, Miss
Lady?”
Blaze held up her finger, asking Kimani to hold on,
and spoke to a few people that passed by her. Kimani looked at me
with a raised eyebrow, and I knew what he was thinking. But I’d be
damned if this nigga tried to get on first. From the moment I laid
eyes on her that day I bumped into her
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