“Nigga, you must’ve fell and bumped your head, strolling up in here at five something in the morning. Trent, I’m not fucking playing with you. I don’t even want to think about you fucking bird bitches when you have the baddest bitch at home.”
“ Baby, what do I look like cheating on you. Baby, that’s not even in my character. You know I love only you,” Trent said, putting his arms around Kendra’s waist and attempting to spoon her.
“ My nigga, you better come better than that and move yo ass away from me, smelling like weed.”
Kendra elbowed Trent in the stomach, so he turned over and closed his eyes. He couldn’t help but smile as he thought, Damn. A nigga smooth .
*****
Later that morning, Trent took Kendra out for brunch on Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills. After brunch, Trent and Kendra walked up and down Rodeo Drive, going in and out of the upscale stores. Almost every store was Kendra’s favorite.
“ Hold up, shawty. I’ll be right back,” Trent said as he jogged out of the store they were in.
Kendra was trying on some Louis Vuitton boots when Trent came back in with a couple of bags. He had one from Tiffany’s and a few from the Gucci store.
Kendra gasped, “For me, baby?”
Trent shook his head, and Kendra jumped up and down like a little kid in a candy store.
“ Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie,” she said.
The customers in the store all smiled at the happy couple. The sales lady in the Louis Vuitton store asked Kendra if she was going to purchase the boots.
“ No, thank you, miss. My hubby got me all the things I needed,” Kendra stated with a smile.
Together, they walked out the store, hand in hand. Kendra was feeling so good. She did not want the day to end. She wanted to stay on cloud nine. Kendra suggested that they head to the Santa Monica Pier and take a lovely stroll on the boardwalk.
“ Babe, I would love to, but, now, I gotta go on the block to make more ends.”
Kendra sighed. As she walked to the truck, she said, “Trent, I knew that was the reason you bought me these gifts. You don’t want me to start fussing.”
“ I’m sorry, ma. You know I’d rather be at home with you. C’mon now. Don’t be like that.”
Trent rubbed Kendra’s face and kissed her on her forehead. “Didn’t your man show you a nice time? We went out to eat, then I took you shopping.”
Kendra continued to pout. She knew, if she did it long enough, that she could get her way with him.
“ Shawty, don’t be like that, love. Don’t pout, baby. A’ight, ma. I’ll tell you what. we can go home and watch a movie until it’s time for me to hit the streets. I will just tell Marcos to meet me at the house. Is that alright?” Trent asked.
Kendra didn’t want to argue anymore, so she said, “Cool. I’m with it.”
Once inside the truck, Trent called up Marcos and told him to meet up at his house within the next couple of hours. After he ended the call, Trent returned his attention to Kendra.
“ Say, shawty. Listen. I might do a whole twenty-four hours on the block. It’s mad money to be made from the first to the fifteenth, but I’m not sure. I just want you to be aware, so don’t get mad if I don’t answer my phone when you call, okay?”
Kendra nodded her head.
“ That’s my baby,” Trent smiled.
*****
Back at the house, Kendra was in the kitchen cooking tilapia, rice pilaf, and broccoli, while sipping on a glass of Moscato.
“ Hey, baby. Why don’t we watch some reruns of Good Times ?” Kendra suggested.
“ Nah, boo. We’re going to watch my favorite movie New Jack City. ”
In unison, they yelled, “Rock-a-bye, baby,” which was Keisha’s infamous line.
Once Kendra had finished whipping up her nice meal, they sat, ate, and watched the movie. Kendra was happy that she was spending some quality time with her man. For the last couple of weeks, he’d been acting strange, and he hadn’t been performing up to her sexual standards. Kendra didn’t