Page 58 of The Ninth

Close to finish, he started smoking a blunt. Me personally was just amazed seeing my sketch I made years ago on someone’s body. It’s one thing for someone to come to you with a reference, but to request your own sketch was another. I felt grateful.

After wiping his skin down with a paper towel, I sat back, letting him up. He walked to the mirror in the corner, looking at the tat. The biggest smile came onto my face as he smiled, nodding.

“Fire, baby. On my mama. I’m proud of you and myself for knowing you would be this good.”

“You have to have some notes!”

“My notes are very minimal which is impressive, you feel me? You also have pages of questions. Neither we getting to tonight. I don’t want to overwhelm you and I also have some business to get to.”

“Where you going this late?!”

Fuck.

He laughed, “Dammnnnnnnnn. I’m just handling grown man business for my peoples. Nothing more. No where you needa be. You want me to scoop you afterwards?”

“No, I’m okay. I have the perfect leftovers in the fridge and a canned margarita. I’ll be in bed, rubbing my feet.”

“Okay, okay...” he covered his tattoo up while nodding.

“BUT whenever you’re home from being a grown man, please feel free to call me. I enjoyed my day and would love to hear your voice.”

“Of course,” he smiled.

We hugged tightly for a long time. When we broke away, he kissed my cheek and then my hand. I walked home as he watched me as far as he could. Even then he called me until I got to the apartment door.

I don’t know what he’s going to go do, but I can’t wait to speak to him again.

Chapter 12: For Me and You

Cassie’s POV

The lock on the door turning scared the fuck outta me and Doodas. We were sitting on the floor, eating on top of some towels when Devyn strolled her hot in the ass, ass in here. I’m only going to mind my business for a little longer before I gotta check in on that nigga. Knowing Chicago? It could be anybody! That’s why me and my bitches don’t tell each other about a nigga until it’s too late to backtrack.

“Cassie...it’s 10pm. Why are you and Doodaman watching Insideous while eating seafood boils? Does a three-year-old need his own boil bag?! Or any for that matter!”

Doodas and I looked at each other as he cracked a leg with his teeth.

“Devyn, Dooda said he hate when hoes be in his business. Speaking of, where the fuck you been!”

“I landed that apprenticeship. I shadowed and tattooed my boss.”

“Awww, congratulations! See! You came and did exactly what you said. I’m proud of you, Devy. We’ll celebrate soon.”

“Thank you, Cassie. Can we turn it on something else?!”

“Why, you scared?”

The part where the nigga was behind the husband came on. Me and Doodas jumped, grabbing onto each other. Devyn was bent over, cracking up laughing at the both of us. I had to make sure we didn’t get butter on my pretty ass couch! And this hoe think shit is funny. I smirked seeing Kenzie walk up behind her.

“Dev—”

“AHHHHHHHHHH!”

Doodas started cracking up. I chuckled and ate a potato, “Exactly. I’m not the only scary hoe in here.”

“I’m finna go in Devyn’s room, you know I don’t watch scary shit before I got to sleep!” Kenzie whined.

“We didn’t invite either of you bitches to our Seafood and Scary Movies Soirée.”