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go,” Koran reluctantly replied.
Finding Forever
Tribal drumbeats filled the air as Koran, Malik and Trina stepped out of the car. It was a beautiful, sunny Saturday afternoon. Children and their parents lined the sidewalks and watched as a group of musicians played various percussion instruments. A juggler, face-painter and hoola-hoop dancer accompanied them. Malik was instantly excited.
The smile on his face made Koran even happier. Malik’s happiness was what mattered most. If he and Trina could get on the same page about that, then everything would be okay. Koran looked over at her. She seemed at peace as she danced around in a circle with Malik. When Trina was calm her entire being lit up. He just wished she’d stay that way. The new overly emotional Trina was not at all attractive.
“Koran, look at Mama! She hoola-hoopin’!” Malik shrilled in delight.
“I see her, man,” Koran replied as his cell phone began to ring. “What’s up, future?” he answered, stepping off to one side so Trina wouldn’t hear his conversation.
“Nothing, what you doing?” Whitney giggled, feeling like a school girl.
Even though she wasn’t right next to him, Trina could tell by Koran’s body language that he was on the phone with another woman. The grin that stretched a mile wide across his face confirmed it.
“Chillin’ wit my peoples, that’s about it,” Koran told half the truth. “What you doing?”
“Nothing, I ain’t been feeling good all day.”
“What’s wrong wit you?”
“I’ve been really tired all day and my knees ache. I guess I’m about to come on.”
“Yeah, it’s about that time.”
“Look at you, keeping up with my period.” Whitney chuckled.
“Gotta make sure everything is everything.”
“Well, look I don’t want to hold you up. I was just checkin’ in wit you, seeing what was up. I miss you.”
“Is that right?”
“Yeah.”
“I miss you, too. I’ma hit you up later, a’ight?”
“A’ight.”
“One.” Koran flipped his phone shut.
It took everything in Trina to suppress the grin her mouth so desperately wanted to form. She was more than pleased with the fact that Koran rushed to get off the phone with his mystery woman. Maybe she still had a shot, after all. Whoever this chick was she couldn’t be that important. If Trina continued to play her cards right she’d have Koran back in the palm of her hand in no time.
Finding Forever
Dolla’s smash hit, “Who The Fuck is That?” echoed out of Nectar’s door and into the streets. Koran was hyped as hell. This was his element. A perfect combination of arrogance and confidence enhanced his swag. Koran couldn’t help but laugh at all the clown ass niggas that gawked as he pulled up in front of the club.
His whip game was sick. That night he pushed his baby, a champagne colored Ashton Martin DBS. The car was every man’s fantasy. Koran felt like James Bond as he popped open the door and stepped out into the cool night air. He could see the haters admiring his outfit. As always, he was fresh to death in a fitted black Gucci jacket, black v-neck tee, dirty wash jeans and Gucci sneakers. Covering his locs was an all black LA cap. The only pieces of jewelry he wore were a diamond stud in his ear and an Audemer Piguet watch on his wrist. Koran was that dude. There was no denying it, but to him this was just another day in the life of a boss.
A fresh line up and a brand new fit was nothing to him. Koran always looked good and smelled even better. He couldn’t wait to get inside and do his thing. All week he’d been anticipating getting out and partying. Plus, the fact that Whitney was inside waiting on him excited him even more. The two hadn’t seen each other since the night of their erotic encounter in the Central West End. Koran thought keeping his distance was best. Until he figured things out he didn’t
Finding Forever
Tribal drumbeats filled the air as Koran, Malik and Trina stepped out of the car. It was a beautiful, sunny Saturday afternoon. Children and their parents lined the sidewalks and watched as a group of musicians played various percussion instruments. A juggler, face-painter and hoola-hoop dancer accompanied them. Malik was instantly excited.
The smile on his face made Koran even happier. Malik’s happiness was what mattered most. If he and Trina could get on the same page about that, then everything would be okay. Koran looked over at her. She seemed at peace as she danced around in a circle with Malik. When Trina was calm her entire being lit up. He just wished she’d stay that way. The new overly emotional Trina was not at all attractive.
“Koran, look at Mama! She hoola-hoopin’!” Malik shrilled in delight.
“I see her, man,” Koran replied as his cell phone began to ring. “What’s up, future?” he answered, stepping off to one side so Trina wouldn’t hear his conversation.
“Nothing, what you doing?” Whitney giggled, feeling like a school girl.
Even though she wasn’t right next to him, Trina could tell by Koran’s body language that he was on the phone with another woman. The grin that stretched a mile wide across his face confirmed it.
“Chillin’ wit my peoples, that’s about it,” Koran told half the truth. “What you doing?”
“Nothing, I ain’t been feeling good all day.”
“What’s wrong wit you?”
“I’ve been really tired all day and my knees ache. I guess I’m about to come on.”
“Yeah, it’s about that time.”
“Look at you, keeping up with my period.” Whitney chuckled.
“Gotta make sure everything is everything.”
“Well, look I don’t want to hold you up. I was just checkin’ in wit you, seeing what was up. I miss you.”
“Is that right?”
“Yeah.”
“I miss you, too. I’ma hit you up later, a’ight?”
“A’ight.”
“One.” Koran flipped his phone shut.
It took everything in Trina to suppress the grin her mouth so desperately wanted to form. She was more than pleased with the fact that Koran rushed to get off the phone with his mystery woman. Maybe she still had a shot, after all. Whoever this chick was she couldn’t be that important. If Trina continued to play her cards right she’d have Koran back in the palm of her hand in no time.
Finding Forever
Dolla’s smash hit, “Who The Fuck is That?” echoed out of Nectar’s door and into the streets. Koran was hyped as hell. This was his element. A perfect combination of arrogance and confidence enhanced his swag. Koran couldn’t help but laugh at all the clown ass niggas that gawked as he pulled up in front of the club.
His whip game was sick. That night he pushed his baby, a champagne colored Ashton Martin DBS. The car was every man’s fantasy. Koran felt like James Bond as he popped open the door and stepped out into the cool night air. He could see the haters admiring his outfit. As always, he was fresh to death in a fitted black Gucci jacket, black v-neck tee, dirty wash jeans and Gucci sneakers. Covering his locs was an all black LA cap. The only pieces of jewelry he wore were a diamond stud in his ear and an Audemer Piguet watch on his wrist. Koran was that dude. There was no denying it, but to him this was just another day in the life of a boss.
A fresh line up and a brand new fit was nothing to him. Koran always looked good and smelled even better. He couldn’t wait to get inside and do his thing. All week he’d been anticipating getting out and partying. Plus, the fact that Whitney was inside waiting on him excited him even more. The two hadn’t seen each other since the night of their erotic encounter in the Central West End. Koran thought keeping his distance was best. Until he figured things out he didn’t
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