“Wazzup?” he said to the caller.
“Can I talk to Boon?” a woman’s voice asked.
“Who this?” Boon asked, as he made a right turn, half a mile away from his destination.
“This is…wait, promise me you won’t hang up first.”
“Man, hell naw. I ain’t promisin’ shit. Who are you?”
“Please, Boon. Tell me you won’t hang up once I tell you.”
“Okay. I won’t hang up. Now, who is this, actin’ 17 and shit?” Boon asked, becoming annoyed.
The voice was sexy, coming through his speakers, but Taz had pissed him off already, so he was in a fucked up mood.
“This is Gia. Giovanni Frazier. You remem—”
Boon hung up. Rick Ross’s “Hit You From The Back” was playing on Pandora. It was interrupted twice more, before Boon finally answered.
“What you want, Gia? Huh?” he yelled. “You died to me when you did that triflin’ shit.” If the episode with Taz earlier hadn’t pissed him off, this shit definitely did the trick.
“Boon… baby, I’m sorry. I—”
Boon hung up again. He wanted answers too; he just had to get her irritated first. After all, she fucked up, not him.
The next call from Gia went a bit more civilly. In the end, she convinced Boon to meet up with her after his date with Shardae. Boon said he didn’t trust her enough to come to her, so he’d tell her where to meet him after he left Shardae.
Boon wondered if any other man went through the type of shit that he went through with women. Of course, they got dumped, but the shit Boon encountered had to be on another level.
“I should kill these hoes for playin’ wit’ pimpin’,” he joked, as he dropped Shardae off after their date and pulled away. He’d had a good time at the game with her; he’d even scheduled a dinner date with her for later in the week. For whatever reason though, he could not get his mind off Gia. He thought about how sexy her ass sat in a pair of boy shorts. How she moaned his name when she rode him and let him dive deep into her love glove from behind. Most of all, he thought of when she had fucked Shyne and he had heard it all. For some strange reason, being pissed like that was giving him a rush. Combined with his encounter with Taz earlier, and the thoughts of Mela from months ago, this shit with Gia only intensified the rush, and Boon began to smile wickedly. He grabbed his phone to call Gia.
“I thought you was gon’ stand me up, Daddy,” Gia said, as Boon unlocked his car door and let her in at the Texaco.
“I was,” he said, almost seriously.
Gia sucked her teeth. “Stop playing.” She leaned over, kissed Boon on his ear and sat her purse on the backseat.
Boon couldn’t be mad right now if he wanted to. Gia had on a yellow tennis skirt made by Ralph Lauren and a white Ralph Lauren T-shirt, with yellow sleeves. She smelled like something Boon wanted to lick off her. She knew what she was doing, dressing sexy and smelling all provocatively and shit.
“So, where to?” Boon asked, trying to compose himself and tame his third leg.
“Let’s find us a lounge or somethin’. I wanna hear some music, but I still wanna talk to you,” Gia said, rubbing Boon’s thigh.
Boon reclined his head in understanding, turned up the Yo Gotti song on the radio, and worked his way through traffic.
After a short drive to the Westside, Boon found the perfect spot. An upscale lounge/bar called Three Sheets. The couple entered and found a nice, cozy booth in the corner. A waiter approached and asked if they were ready to order.
“Let me get a 20-piece order of lemon pepper wings, Grey Goose and orange juice, and a Cosmo for the lady,” Boon said.
He knew what Gia wanted; it was her favorite drink.
“You remembered,” she murmured, with a look of remorse.
“Is that a bad thing that I did?” Boon asked, when he saw her expression.
“No. I just…I…wanna make shit okay between us, Boon,” she said, looking solemn. “I fucked up and I know this, but I miss the hell out of you,” Gia whimpered, with glossy eyes, as though she might cry.
“Yeah, well, yesterday is forever the same, but today and tomorrow can be altered. So, which will you focus on?” Boon asked, wiping a falling tear from his ex-lover’s face.
“Damn, you still got a way with those words, boy,” Gia said, as the waiter brought out their drinks and sat them in front of them.
“Wings’ll be out in just a minute,” the waiter said, as Boon handed him $40 and declined the change.
“Can I ask you a question?” Gia asked, as she took a couple sips from her Cosmopolitan. Boon nodded. “Do you still love me?” she asked.
Boon looked her in the eyes and told her, “Real love never dies. I just don’t trust you, playa.”
“I deserved that.” Gia nodded.
The waiter appeared with the wings and Boon ordered another round of the same drinks. The liquor was doing its job, as both Boon and Gia caught up on old times. Gia answered a few text messages, but, otherwise, gave Boon her undivided attention all night.
“You ‘bout ready?” Gia asked Boon, when he sat his glass down.
“Yeah, I ain’t drunk, but I will be if I have another one,” he said, standing up and following Gia out of the lounge.
He could not take his eyes off her ass, the entire walk to the car.
“Can I go home with you tonight, Boon?” she asked, bluntly.
“I don’t care, G. At least I ain’t got to do much driving,” Boon said, pulling into traffic.
“Oh, actually, I was hoping you would be in the mood for a li’l ride when I got you home, Daddy.” Gia rubbed Boon’s chest and stomach.
Boon mashed the gas a bit harder.
*
“I just moved in here yesterday, so excuse all my shit every—”
They had barely made it into the apartment before Gia was on him, kissing him and with her legs wrapped firmly around his waist. He gripped her ass cheeks and they kissed passionately. He could feel the warmth from her juice box on the zipper of his Robin’s shorts. She jumped down and unbuckled his belt, as he gently squeezed both her breasts, before pulling off her shirt. She got his shorts down and pulled his elongated manhood through the hole in his boxers. She kissed the head of it, letting Boon feel her MAC lip gloss, while he pulled up her skirt and palmed both her thick, but soft, ass cheeks. Just as he slapped her bottom, she slid his length into her mouth.
“Mmmm…” she moaned, as she slowly bobbed up and down on Boon’s pleasure pole.
“Damn, Gia! I miss this mouth, girl,” Boon groaned, throwing his head back, as he slowly fucked her mouth. Gia slurped him faster and moaned even louder. She eased Boon to the floor, still simultaneously jacking and sucking his pipe, and slipped off her soaked G-string. Boon reached for his shorts and got a condom out of the pocket. Gia took it and used her mouth to put it on, rubbing her throbbing clit all the while. She stood and then hovered over Boon’s hardened rod, before easing him inside of her.
“Damn, this dick’s bigger than I remembered,” Gia said, riding slowly, to get reacquainted with a dick that had pleasured her years ago, on several occasions.
“Take that dick, Gia!” All of it!” Boon demanded, raising his hips to give her all the wood, as she came down.
“Oh fuck, Boon. Ohh…fuck me!” Gia exclaimed, as she bounced. Boon kissed her nipples,