meet my cousin, girl. So you might as well get your mind right and figure out what the hell you’re going to wear.”
I huffed, eyeing her suspiciously. “Bitch, why are you so interested in me meeting him?” I finally asked, exasperated.
“’Cause he’s a real good dude,” she smirked, pausing. Then she added, “And he’s your type.”
“And what’s my type, Miss Know It All?”
She snickered. “Dark, chiseled, and hood.”
I grinned, feigning insult. “Fuck you. If he’s such a good dude, then why isn’t he already dealing with someone?”
She clucked her teeth. “He was dealing with someone. But the bitch is a bird. She doesn’t want anything outta life. And he does. All she wants to do is drink and smoke and hang out with her girls. And he wasn’t havin’ it. So he gave her ass the boot. Now he’s lookin’ for somebody he can chill wit’. He asked me if I had any single friends who were about somethin’. And I immediately thought about you.”
“Mmm-hmm, why?”
“’Cause you’re exactly what he’s lookin’ for.”
“Oh, yeah? And what’s that?”
“Bitch, you fly—which is why I hangout wit’ ya stuck-up ass…” She laughed. “…You’re sexy, you have a fat ass, and I know underneath all them designer clothes is an undercover freak.”
I laughed with her. “OhmyGod, you’re so damn stupid. Let me find out you like it both ways,” I joked.
“Bitch, please,” she said, cracking up, “wrong answer. That was his request—a fine, fly bitch with a fat ass who wants somethin’ more outta life than runnin’ the streets. And that’s you .”
“Hmmph. And he wants all that wrapped up in a freak?”
She chuckled. “Well, no. I mean, maybe.”
I raised my brow. “Bitch, which is it?”
“Neither.” She smirked. “I added the last part as a bonus ’cause I know how nasty he is. And you know how nasty you like it.”
I shot her a look and gave her the finger. “And that makes me a freak? Whatever, ho.”
She laughed.
“Ohhhkaaay. So what’s his name?”
“Don’t worry ’bout all that. Make sure you bring ya ass to the party, and you’ll find out everything you need to know then.”
“I’ll think about it,” I finally told her, sucking my teeth. But, in truth, there wasn’t anything that needed to be thought about. It wasn’t like I had a social life or anything. I hadn’t been fucking anyone since my breakup with Glenn—the man who I invested close to three years of my life in. To only find out that the nigga had a wife stationed over in Kuwait. While she was overseas risking her life to serve and protect our country, his black ass was here serving me his thick, pulsing cock. But, trust. The minute I found out, along with getting his face slapped, I abruptly ended it with his lying ass, then sealed my pussy up. I had officially banned myself from men. So meeting someone who might eventually turn out to be another lying ass, no-count nigga was the last thing on my mind. And it definitely wasn’t something I was looking forward to.
So when I turned on my seven-hundred-dollar heels to strut toward the bar, and over to where Mona was—perched up on a barstool with a frosty drink in her hand, like I wanted to be—Iwas slightly annoyed when some nigga grabbed me gently by the forearm, pulling me back to the floor. “Dance with me,” he said over the music. There was something in the way he pulled me that made my pussy muscles shiver. It was strong, yet firm and gentle. In that brief moment, electricity shot through my arm. Not too mention he was fine; no, fine isn’t the right word. He was D-I-V-I-N-E. Still, his touch was unwanted and unacceptable.
I frowned; stared him down, yanking my arm out of his grasp. “No thanks.”
“C’mon, pretty baby, one dance.” He pulled in his bottom lip, real sexy-like, then added, “Please.”
I sighed. “One dance,” I flatly stated. He flashed me a crooked smile, taking me by the hand.
I huffed, eyeing her suspiciously. “Bitch, why are you so interested in me meeting him?” I finally asked, exasperated.
“’Cause he’s a real good dude,” she smirked, pausing. Then she added, “And he’s your type.”
“And what’s my type, Miss Know It All?”
She snickered. “Dark, chiseled, and hood.”
I grinned, feigning insult. “Fuck you. If he’s such a good dude, then why isn’t he already dealing with someone?”
She clucked her teeth. “He was dealing with someone. But the bitch is a bird. She doesn’t want anything outta life. And he does. All she wants to do is drink and smoke and hang out with her girls. And he wasn’t havin’ it. So he gave her ass the boot. Now he’s lookin’ for somebody he can chill wit’. He asked me if I had any single friends who were about somethin’. And I immediately thought about you.”
“Mmm-hmm, why?”
“’Cause you’re exactly what he’s lookin’ for.”
“Oh, yeah? And what’s that?”
“Bitch, you fly—which is why I hangout wit’ ya stuck-up ass…” She laughed. “…You’re sexy, you have a fat ass, and I know underneath all them designer clothes is an undercover freak.”
I laughed with her. “OhmyGod, you’re so damn stupid. Let me find out you like it both ways,” I joked.
“Bitch, please,” she said, cracking up, “wrong answer. That was his request—a fine, fly bitch with a fat ass who wants somethin’ more outta life than runnin’ the streets. And that’s you .”
“Hmmph. And he wants all that wrapped up in a freak?”
She chuckled. “Well, no. I mean, maybe.”
I raised my brow. “Bitch, which is it?”
“Neither.” She smirked. “I added the last part as a bonus ’cause I know how nasty he is. And you know how nasty you like it.”
I shot her a look and gave her the finger. “And that makes me a freak? Whatever, ho.”
She laughed.
“Ohhhkaaay. So what’s his name?”
“Don’t worry ’bout all that. Make sure you bring ya ass to the party, and you’ll find out everything you need to know then.”
“I’ll think about it,” I finally told her, sucking my teeth. But, in truth, there wasn’t anything that needed to be thought about. It wasn’t like I had a social life or anything. I hadn’t been fucking anyone since my breakup with Glenn—the man who I invested close to three years of my life in. To only find out that the nigga had a wife stationed over in Kuwait. While she was overseas risking her life to serve and protect our country, his black ass was here serving me his thick, pulsing cock. But, trust. The minute I found out, along with getting his face slapped, I abruptly ended it with his lying ass, then sealed my pussy up. I had officially banned myself from men. So meeting someone who might eventually turn out to be another lying ass, no-count nigga was the last thing on my mind. And it definitely wasn’t something I was looking forward to.
So when I turned on my seven-hundred-dollar heels to strut toward the bar, and over to where Mona was—perched up on a barstool with a frosty drink in her hand, like I wanted to be—Iwas slightly annoyed when some nigga grabbed me gently by the forearm, pulling me back to the floor. “Dance with me,” he said over the music. There was something in the way he pulled me that made my pussy muscles shiver. It was strong, yet firm and gentle. In that brief moment, electricity shot through my arm. Not too mention he was fine; no, fine isn’t the right word. He was D-I-V-I-N-E. Still, his touch was unwanted and unacceptable.
I frowned; stared him down, yanking my arm out of his grasp. “No thanks.”
“C’mon, pretty baby, one dance.” He pulled in his bottom lip, real sexy-like, then added, “Please.”
I sighed. “One dance,” I flatly stated. He flashed me a crooked smile, taking me by the hand.
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