Something About Milan: A Complicated Love Story Read Free

be. I didn’t want to call him; because I didn’t want him to know that I even gave a fuck. But, my soft ass just had to call him and ask him why he felt the need to go out and have a whole baby on me.
    I called Jabari’s phone twice, only for my calls to go to voicemail. The third time that I called, he forwarded my call to his voicemail, pissing me off further. I threw my phone on the bed, deciding to get ready for Wise’s party.
    I had just gotten a fresh sew-in with 24 inch Brazilian hair, so all I had to do was flat iron it, making it bone straight with a part down the middle. Then I threw on a little black dress that I had been dying to rock since I bought it. I had always been a thick chick. My waist was small, and my chest was nearly non-existent, but my ass and hips made up for it.
    I gave myself the once over in the mirror.  Jabari had me fucked up. I was a bad bitch that could get any nigga that I wanted, so he was definitely sleeping on me. Here it was six hours since the bullshit at the DHS office and he still hadn’t contacted me.
    Satisfied with my looks, I left out to meet Chanel at the lofts downtown where Wise and Keem were throwing their party. It was only a selected few invited, and when Wise offered me to come, I turned him down, trying to be respectful to Jabari, like a dumbass. However, at this very moment, I hoped that I didn’t mess up and he invited another bitch. I would be hurt.
    I smiled, thinking about Wise. He was a sexy chocolate cat, with swag out of this world. He was cocky, yet humble all the same… as if that was even possible. I mean, it was like he knew that he was the shit, and he knew that I knew he was the shit, but he still played it cool. Then his smile! Shit, I had been crushing on Wise since we were teenagers, but the only problem was, he was a hoe, and somehow he became friends with Jabari and his cousin Keem. I knew Wise way before he became friends with Keem who introduced him to Jabari, however, we kept that on the low. I wasn’t trying to be loving the crew, but Wise’s ass could get it! He’d grown up the be that dude.
    I pushed those thoughts to the back of my head as I pulled up to the lofts. Chanel was waiting for me in the parking lot, talking to some ugly dude. I swear, as pretty as my friend was, she liked those ugly cats with faces only a mother could love.
    When I walked up, Crunchy Black’s friend smiled at me, but I gave him the screw face. Shit, he was uglier than the dude that Chanel was talking to, so I just knew that he didn’t think he was getting any play. I cleared my throat rudely, and motioned my head toward the building’s entrance. Chanel excused herself and we walked off.
    I hoped like hell that Jabari wasn’t in the building. I was going to hit him where it hurts tonight. He was going to see how it felt to be lied to and cheated on. I let out a chuckle. He was going to be mad as hell when he found out that I was messing with his homeboy.
    ***
    The loft that they held the party in was a plushed out five bedroom apartment that took up the whole sixteenth floor. It had scarce furniture, but it was decked out with a state-of-the-art entertainment system, a bar filled with expensive liquors, a pool table, as well as a stripper pole, and stage. It was set up similar to a club, but with more of a homely feel.
    For it to only be an intimate party, Wise and Keem sure did invite a lot of people, and it was mostly females too. I turned my nose up in disdain, looking at the half-naked chicks walking around. They knew that they kept some dehydrated chicks around, just like Jabari’s trifling ass.
    I had been at the party for close to an hour, and much to my disappointment, Wise hadn’t even come over to speak to me. I was low-key salty, because Wise was the one who usually showered me with attention. We caught eyes, and he smiled a couple of times, but he quickly turned away, like I was just a random chick.
    I couldn’t help the feeling of being