Mimi followed his orders, and thirty seconds later, he let off.
“Ughh!” he moaned as his body jerked. Maury had expected Mimi to let his semen drip to the floor, but to his surprise, she swallowed every ounce of him and licked his dick clean before tucking it back into his pants where it belonged.
Mimi smiled proudly as she stood back to her feet.
She attempted to kiss him on the lips, but he discreetly turned his head, and she caught his cheek.
I don't know where this bitch mouth been,
he thought. He had to give her credit, thoughâshe had a mean head game.
“You gon' get with me?” Mimi asked him.
“Yeah, I'll get with you,” he lied. He instantly began to regret fucking around with Mimi. He knew he had no intention of getting to know her better, and he was hoping that he hadn't led her on.
Fuck it! We both grown as hell. Bitch shouldn't have put herself out there like that if she doesn't want a nigga to take advantage
.
He opened the door and headed to the living room to go eat his food, but then he decided that he wanted to take a shower. He'd just have to warm his food up in the microwave afterward. Maury headed toward his room and knocked, slowly pushing it open.
Halleigh smiled when she saw him poke his head in first and then step into the room.
Upon seeing her pretty, innocent-like smile, Maury's conscience immediately began to fuck with him. He was trying to get at Halleigh, yet he'd just let one of her best friends suck his dick. He decided then and there that he would keep Mimi at arm's length and try to get close to Halleigh, hoping he hadn't completely destroyed his chances.
“I need to get in here,” he stated.
“It's your room.” Halleigh shrugged as she chewed up the forkful of pancakes she'd just stuffed in her mouth. “Go ahead and handle your business. I need to go kick Tasha's ass anyway for not coming back for me yesterday like she said she would.” Halleigh bit a piece of sausage and then hopped out of the bed and gathered up the mess she'd made. She walked toward the door, but before leaving the room she turned and said, “Maury?”
“What's good, shorty?” he replied as he looked at Halleigh, who immediately put her head down.
“Thank you for not pushing the issue this morning about how I acted and all, you know, when you came to bring me my food. I know I spazzed out on you. I'm sorry.”
“It's not my place to push you to do or say anything that you don't feel comfortable with. When and if you're ready to talk, I would like to know more about you, including the reason why you spazzed out, and why you never look me in the eye when I talk to you.”
Halleigh nodded and replied, “Maybe one day we can kick it, just not today.” She left the room in search of Tasha and found her sitting on the living room couch, channel-surfing.
Halleigh plopped down beside Tasha. “What happened to you yesterday?”
“Girl, you know how Mimi is. Act like she ain't never been nowhere in her life,” Tasha said, rolling her eyes. “Mimi's ass was dragging me all over town. We did the whole tourist thing down on Canal, buying all the knock-off shit. Then we stopped off in this little spot and had a couple drinks. By the time we made it back to the house, it was late. Sorry, girl. We wasn't trying to leave you here by yourself.”
“It's nothing. I was too tired to be going out anyway. Plus, your brother hooked me up with some dinner last night.” Halleigh turned to face Tasha. “You know, your brother is real chill. I like him.”
“What? You talking about another nigga besides that lame Malek?”
“I didn't mean I
liked
him liked him. I just meant that he's cool people, is all.”
Halleigh's mood immediately turned somber, and Tasha regretted letting the words come from her mouth. “I'm sorry, Hal. I wasn't thinking.”
“It's all right. I'm good.” Halleigh leaned back against the couch and let out a deep sigh, her mind filled with thoughts of Malek. “I do miss him, though, Tasha,” she confessed. “I just can't ever be down with him again. I mean, how could he be fucking with the niggas that raped me? Why would he do that to me?” Halleigh asked, her voice low. “Is this his way of paying me back for hooking up with Manolo? I mean, I know it hurts him that I ended up doing what I do for a livingâ”
“Stop it right there,” Tasha said, sitting up on the couch and facing Halleigh. “What you
used
to do. You are not a Manolo Mami anymore. That shit's in the past, do you hear me?”
“Yeah.” Halleigh nodded as Tasha relaxed herself back on the couch. “But even so, why would Malek do that to me?”
“I don't know, Hal. I don't know. But fuck him! You don't need that type of drama in your life. You have sixty-five hundred dollars to start a new life with, and once I talk to Maury about these bricks, you gon' have way more than that. Manolo's gone, fuck Malek. It's all about us.”
“I know,” Halleigh replied. “It is about us now, ain't it?” she said with a weak smile.
“Now on to more important things. What did you do to my brother?” Tasha quizzed excitedly.
Halleigh pulled back with a puzzled look on her face. “What are you talking 'bout? I ain't do nothing. He's just cool peoples, that's all. We're cool.”
“Just cool, huh. Got my cheap-ass brother buying you dinner and breakfast and shit. The same brother who made me pay his ass back if I borrowed a nickel from him to buy penny candy, and you say, âJust cool'? Humpf.”
“Girl, I'm serious. Nothing happened,” Halleigh assured her, nudging her on the arm playfully. “Unless you call me falling asleep something.”
“Whatever. I know you lying, but that's okay,” Tasha replied. “It's time to handle this business anyway.” Tasha threw the remote down on the couch and got up. “Where is Maury?”
“He's in his room, eating or getting something,” Halleigh replied. “I'm not sure, but he was in his room when I left out of there.”
Tasha shot Halleigh a mischievous look. “Mm-hmm, and nothing happened.”
Halleigh laughed. “Will you cut it out already?”
Tasha walked toward the hallway and called out, “Mimi, bring the bag out here!” and then returned to the couch next to Halleigh.
Mimi came waltzing in the room with a smug expression on her face as she carried the bag in her hand. She handed it off to Tasha and sat down in the chair across from her friends.
Tasha took the kilos of cocaine out of the bag and spread it out across the table. “Look, let me do all the talking, a'ight?”
“Okay,” Mimi responded, and Halleigh just nodded her head in agreement.
“Hal, go grab Maury,” Tasha said.
Halleigh got up and headed down the hallway toward the back of the house. She knocked on his bedroom door.
“It's open,” he yelled.
Halleigh opened the door to find Maury standing in sweatpants with no shirt on, his upper body still wet from his shower. Her eyes admired his chiseled chest and abs for a quick second.
He smirked. “What's up, shorty?”
“Um, we need to talk to you in the living room,” Halleigh said, shaking her head and diverting her eyes from his body.
Maury grabbed his shirt from the bed and started walking toward Halleigh. As he approached her, he noticed that she began to tense up. As a matter of fact, it seemed as though every time he got near her she tensed up.
Malek had been the only man ever to cause this type of feeling to come over her, so Halleigh didn't know what to make of it. The closer Maury got to her, the more chills ran up her body, causing her to tremble slightly. She quickly allowed her eyes to roam from Maury's perfect physique down to the floor.
By that time, Maury was all up in her personal space, placing his index finger underneath her chin and lifting her head so that she was now face to face with him.
“I can't see this pretty face of yours if you're looking down at your feet all the time,” he whispered.
Halleigh couldn't help but crack a smile as she looked into his eyes. “Is this better?” she asked with a corny grin.
He laughed and replied, “Yeah, that's better.” He slipped his shirt over his head, keeping his eyes glued on her the entire time. He then reached out his arm and stated, “Go ahead, I'm following you.”
Maury put his hand on the small of Halleigh's back as she walked in front of him. It was a slight gesture of affection that Halleigh didn't even really make notice of, but Mimi saw it as soon as they came into clear view.
What the fuck?
Mimi's insides began to boil, she was so angry. She was the one who had just given up the goodies to Maury, been on her knees, pleasing this fool, and now he wanted to spit in her face by toting Halleigh into the room like she was Beyoncé and Mimi was Kelly or, even worse, Michelle.
She looked over at Tasha to see if she noticed it, but Tasha didn't seem to be fazed. Mimi straightened her shoulders with confidence, checked herself out, and refocused on the task at hand.
When Maury noticed his table filled with cocaine, he stopped dead in his tracks. “Fuck you get this from?” he asked, looking directly at Tasha.
“Manolo,” Tasha replied.
“Manolo?” It was the same name he'd heard Halleigh say earlier when she panicked in his room. His brow creased in disapproval. He had a feeling that his sister had not come by the product on good terms with the original owner. “Who the fuck is Manolo, and what do his bricks got to do with me?”
“They're not his bricks anymore,” Tasha answered. “They're ours.” Tasha looked to Mimi and Halleigh.
“Yeah,” Mimi said, “and we need you to get these off for us.”
Maury looked at Mimi as if she were crazy, but Tasha quickly cut in. “Of course, we'll give you a cut, Maury. I know better than to ask you to work for free.”
Maury looked at Halleigh, who was still standing by his side, and shook his head. He would never have guessed she was in the dope game. Her looks were deceiving, and he made a mental note of that.
“How'd you get 'em, Tash?” Maury asked, ready to get to the bottom of things. Whenever someone wanted to come out on top, there had to be a bottom somewhere. He was determined to find out just what it was, before getting himself involved.
Tasha didn't want to inform her brother of all the details surrounding how she'd come to gain possession of the bricks. She definitely didn't want him to know that she'd snitched on Manolo, but she knew that she couldn't lie to him. If he was going to be a part of their hustle, she didn't want him going in blind, setting himself up for the okey-doke.
Tasha took a deep breath and then started. “I set the nigga up to get caught with the dope and then cut a deal with the arresting officer.”
“You did what?” Maury asked, enraged. “You know the game, baby! Fuck is you doing?” He shook his head from side to side. “Fuck was you thinking? You out in the Midwest by yourself, but you want to stick a nigga for his bricks? If the nigga would have come back at you, what was gon' happen then?”
“I'm not even trying to hear all that you talking,” Tasha said, folding her arms like a pretzel, poking out her lips, and then looking away. She didn't want to hear what baby bro had to say because she knew it wasn't going to be anything other than what she already knew to be the truth. “Look, I didn't have a choice, Maury!” Tasha said in her own defense, hoping to get her brother to understand.
Maury just stood there shaking his head at his sister's stupidity.
“Don't look at me like that, nigga,” Tasha spat. “By hook or by crook is what you always taught me, so don't be frowning your shits up at me now! And Manolo ain't coming back at me, 'cause his ass is sitting in somebody's jail cell right now!” Tasha yelled.
“I don't even know you right now, Tash. I know you know better. I know you know. And then you pull Charlie's Angels into your mess with you,” he said, referring to Mimi and Halleigh.
The girls all just stood there in silence, waiting for Maury to finish up his rant so that they could hear his final wordâwas he going to help them unload the bricks or not?
Maury sighed and covered his face with his hands. He thought for a moment and then slid his hands down his face. “Look, sis, let me clear my head before I say some shit that I might regret,” he said as he turned and left the room.
“Maury!” she called, but her voice was matched by the sound of a slamming door.
“Fuck is his problem?” Mimi asked. “He shouldn't be worried about how we got 'em. The point is, they sitting on his living room table. Is he gon' help us get this cash or not?”
“I don't know what he's going to do.” Tasha threw her arms up in the air and allowed them to collapse to her side in defeat. “I can't even talk to him right now. I don't know what I was thinking. He never listens to me anyway. For some reason he's always thought that he was the oldest and could tell me what the fuck to do and how to do it.”