cause. E stared into her hurt eyes and her beautiful face. Damn, she was beautiful. To E, twice more beautiful than Neli. E wished he had a girl that loved him like that.
"Alright Sash, between me and you, the man been trippin out over you. He says he misses you like crazy."
A huge smile crept across her face.
"I miss him so much E," Sasha whispered, on the verge of crying.
"I know. Here, take this," E said, peeling off 20 crisp 100-dollar bills and standing up. "Buy yourself something."
He had taken Chauncey's instructions to give her a little something, but not to say that it was from Chauncey.
"Thanks E… take care."
Sasha let him out and called Tatum. After telling her everything, she showered and dressed in some Seven Jeans, Louis Vuitton flip flops and a Miss Sixty tank top. She threw on her Louis Vuitton shades and grabbed the matching bag. Perfection. She went outside to wait for Tatum.
As Tatum pulled up she saw Sasha standing and waiting, looking fly, and the neighborhood hoodrats Lizette and Marie standing there hating. They were even more pissed when they saw Tatum and her truck as they rolled their eyes and sucked their teeth. Sasha hopped in the car.
"Hey Chanel! Hey Tangee!" Sash spoke to the girls in an energetic, kid friendly tone. She was good with kids.
"Hi Sasha," the girls sang.
Sasha looked at Lizette and Marie out of the window.
"Tatum I swear, I'm going to hurt one of them one day." Tatum pulled off.
"They aint nothing but some hoodrats Sash."
And that they were.
The girls tore down Short Hills Mall copping everything from Gucci to Pucci, and now they were walking around downtown Newark. Newark was always live on a Saturday afternoon and every group of dudes that they passed were practically breaking their necks to look at them.
Even niggas with their girls, were straight disrespecting their shorties just to get a look at the two dimes.
"Oh my god, these dudes are out here trippin," Sasha squealed, looking at the black Benz double parked in the street. "Look Tatum, aint that ol' boy from the other night?"
Sasha noticed that her friend, for the first time ever, was nervous. Tatum was always so cool.
Tatum looked up and felt butterflies all in her stomach. Her hands felt clammy and her head felt light. She suddenly wondered how she looked as he walked over to the girls.
"Auntie Tay, who's that?" Chanel questioned.
Ree squatted down to the height of the girls and introduced himself. Even the miniature girls were impressed. He stood back up and was almost nose to nose with Tatum. She could feel the attraction brewing between them. He cracked a smile and she backed up to give space, only to bump into a young thug.
"Yo what the fu-"
The young thug interrupted his own statement at the sight of Respect. He looked at Ree with fear in his eyes, and then back at Tatum.
"My bad Ree. I'm sorry Miss, you okay?" The young thug asked, dusting Tatum off as if she had fell and being over polite.
"I'm okay," Tatum replied, confused. No one had ever been this polite to her after she bumped into them!
"That's enough touching L," Ree stated calmly, but serious. The boy immediately took his hands off of Tatum.
"Alright, respect," the dude muttered, walking away.
"Respect," Ree answered.
"Damn what was that about?" Sasha asked. "You the man or something?"
Ree began to laugh.
"Nah, I'm just a man, baby. But yo Tatum, it’s crazy to see you, I was just thinking about you Ms. Lady."
He said this and then licked his lips and Tatum imagined him putting that tongue to use.
"I bet," she answered seductively.
Tatum wasn't about games but she knew how to turn a nigga on. Ree could see the lust in her eyes and the way she batted those pretty browns at him, she was lucky he remained a gentleman. Ree was used to having his way with women, sometimes sharing but never really caring, but there was definitely something different about Tatum. Having enough of the chasing game, he finally cut to the