Promiscuous Girl 3 by Nicole Jackson

Author:Nicole Jackson [Jackson, Nicole & Jackson, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Nicole Jackson Presents
Published: 2020-08-25T20:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

“Aye, I don’t know about y’all, but I’m not ready to go in. Let’s go to the strip club,” Big Block suggested, as he, Craven, Drake, Wale, and Deja stepped out of club Forum.

“Hell, yeah,” Drake spoke up. “That sounds like a plan.”

Deja glanced at Wale, before lightly bumping his shoulder. “I’ll go, if you go.”

Wale smirked. Deja had been in a deep depression and had her family worried, especially her mama. So, he’d taken on the task of seeing about her regularly, and getting her to hang out with the crew. Therefore, slowly, she was snapping back to herself, and he was glad that he could help with that.

“It don’t matter to me,” he voiced. “We can slide through.”

Craven scratched his head. He didn’t know what the hell Wale was talking about. They’d already clubbed for the night, which was enough. He wasn’t about to dry stay out later, without Jazel there. Because he knew without a doubt that would just lead to him not getting pussy for a few days, and he wasn’t letting that happen for nobody.

“Nah, I’ma have to pass. I’m finna head home. I got a long ass drive ahead, anyway. And Big Block, you must like getting locked out of your own house. Cause you know that’s exactly what Tam’s ass is gonna do, if you stay out all night.”

Big Block scrunched up one side of his face. “This nigga. Always wishing bad on somebody.”

Everybody laughed.

Craven shook his head. “I’m just keeping it real with ya, big boy. But I’m gone.” He told them, before strolling off.

He was kind of irritated, being that he had to park in the middle of the lot, because valet was full by the time he’d arrived. He hit the locks on his Porsche, before sliding in. Flicking on the light, he opened his console, searching for his blunt.

Seeing a shadow move in the backseat, in his peripheral vision, he jumped, before frantically scrambling to search under his seat for his gun.

“I’m just trying to see when are you gonna start taking care of your baby.”

Powerfully, he hit his steering wheel. “Bitch, is you crazy?!”

“Hell, nah!” Tandy shouted from the backseat. “If anything, you crazy, if you believe that I’ma just sit back, watch you pop bottles in the club, throw money, and that bitch stay boasting about you tricking, all over the Gram! Your muthafuckin’ son want some Red Bottoms too! He likes Disney World! He wanna eat some of that lobster too! That bitch is really over there, feeding them kids lobster. They’re too young to even appreciate some shit like that. Knowing she ate noodles and government cheese, growing up!”

Frustrated to the max, Craven gripped the bridge of his nose. “Tandy, don’t you know that you was seconds away from getting your head blown off?”

“Oh, so you was gone shoot me?! Really, nigga? I’m coming at you about taking care of your responsibilities and you threaten to shoot me?!”

“No. I’m talking about shooting your stupid ass, because you was crouched down in my fucking backseat!” he exploded.

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