[Riley in the media ^]
Cassius's POV
I was tearing the hell out of this double cheeseburger as I sat in the middle of McDonald's wearing clothes that was way too big for me. Elle had let me know that the only clothes she owned was her ex boyfriend's. I don't know if she thought I would care that she continued to date after me because I'm sure I conceived about four kids afterwards. I just took the clothes and went on my merry way.
"Are you sure nobody is going to notice you in here?" Elle worried and darted her head around the small restaurant for the one hundredth time.
We weren't even going to come out here because of the consequences but Elle's stupid ass still didn't know how to make me a home cooked meal which was what I was actually feening for. After scarfing down two Ham and Cheese hot pockets and calling her every bitch in the book, I settled for wearing some nigga's clothes and a hat and coming here, just in case.
Sipping from my large Pepsi, I glanced at her annoyingly. Standing up without saying anything I left the fast food restaurant. I had her keys so I opened her car and sat in the driver's seat watching Elle come out behind me slowly, she slipped into the passenger seat.
Starting her car I backed up the car and started to drive towards her apartment. I couldn't really go anywhere because I knew I was a fugitive and they were looking for me. I was all over the news.
Elle's phone blared from her lap, Beyonce's lyrics filling the car. She looked at the screen and handed the phone to me. Glancing I noticed it was Chandler so I put the phone to my ear. I sat quietly waiting for him to answer first because you can never be sure. "Hello?" I heard his voice after a while.
"Wassup?"
"Pharoah found a nigga to give you that haircut. Just come to my spot today around five."
Pulling the phone from my ear quickly to see it was only eleven AM. "Alright." I nodded. "And y'all better have some food. A nigga starving."
"Baby mama number one ain't feeding you?" He joked.
"Shut the hell up." I grumbled looking over at Elle whose attention was outside. She was actually looking good with this fat ass and thick thighs. She ain't have alla that when I was fucking her back when I was a youngin.
"Nigga I'm just saying. You know Riley be flicking her wrist sharp as hell in that kitchen. Dinner be good over there." Of course he would be the one to make a Riley joke.
Shaking my head not wanting to hear about her unless it was about seeing her or speaking to her. "Look I'll just be over there." Hanging up the phone and throwing it back at Elle catching her off guard and making her jump. "My bad..." I said, staring at her frame and licking my lips.
I mean you can't blame me. I'm horny and exhausted. Hell a nigga escaped from prison yesterday, I deserve some pussy! And it's not even new pussy, pussy I've slept in, pussy I've nutted in. So that means it's mine. I can fuck her when I want to.
When we made it to her house, she changed into some boy shorts and a t shirt making my dick jump when she strutted into the guest bedroom that I was staying in temporarily.
"I found a Facebook page and an Instagram." She announced, I already knew she was talking about Riley. I had told her to find some information for me.
"And what did you learn from it?" I asked my eyes lingering on her exposed thighs.
She looked at me and I quickly diverted my eyes up to hers. "She works at Hooters and she lives in Brentwood Apartments in a three bedroom."
Nodding my head, we continued to stare in each others eyes. "You know how to get there?"
"My cousin used to stay there so yeah."
"Well I guess we know what were doing tomorrow, huh?" Elle grinned, nodding her head as she sprawled out over the bed and browsed through the phone. Getting tired of her ass poking out on display and her not having the decency to share the ass with her guest, I crawled onto my knees and hovered above her.
"What are you doing?" She fake surprised, turning around to face me, her doe eyes big.
Smirking slowly I ran my fingertips over her skin causing goose bumps to appear. She shuddered under me and I bit down on my lip before saying fuck it in my head, gripping the hem of her shorts and ripping them apart making her gasp.
"Nigga what are you? The Hulk?"
Ignoring her because I just wanted to fuck and remind myself of the old days, I bent down to place my lips at her neck and sucked slowly. I could feel the pool between her thighs and decided the teasing was enough before pulling off my clothes, saying fuck it again to a condom and fucking the shit out of her.
Two hours of good and rough sex before I had to head over to my brother's house to get this afro cut off my head. I had to look nice when I seen my girl.
Riley's POV
"So you been giving this nigga unlimited pussy and taking care of his daughter that's not really his daughter but it's his daughter... and all he can buy you is a Nissan Altima." Chandler shook his head slowly side to side in disappointment looking down at my new car.
Smacking my lips, I slapped his arm gently. "What?" He shrugged. "If it was me dickin' you down on a daily, you wouldn't be driving this. This shit right here-" He pointed to the cute family-friendly car that Darrell had surprised me with the other day in disgust. "Ain't got nothing on that." He then pointed at the all black Maserti I'm sure was Cassius's before Chandler decided to raid his garbage and closets.
"Well I like my car, thank you very much!" I rolled my eyes and pulled open the door before sliding in, inhaling and loving the way the new car smell had cascaded the interior.
Chandler crept over to the driver's side window and leaned into it, his face inches from mine. "I can have you and the kids living better." He promised.
"We are living just fine--"
"And I can tell he not fucking you right. I can see it all in your eyes when you look at me baby." I hit the button viciously, the window threatening to roll up and detach his head from his body causing him to jump away.
I laughed loudly as he glared at me, his eyes narrowing. "Bye bro." The playful name I called him, friend zoning or bro zoning him pissed him off. I could tell.
Pulling off as fast as the car would allow without a tire giving out on me, I honked my horn twice leaving Chandler's studio apartment. Today was his day to watch the boys while I went to work so I had stopped by to drop them off before heading to work.
I now had twenty minutes to drive all the way to my job, change shirts then clock in. Luckily, I beat the clock.
"Why haven't you called me?" Heather was getting on my ass as soon as she came to work right after me.
I smiled at the elderly white couple who were glancing between me and Heather in confusion. I grabbed the abundant tip they left and cleaned up their table when they walked away. "I've been really busy."
"Busy fucking Darrell?"
"Yes actually." I smirked heading to the kitchen with her right behind me.
