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wake up. “Damn, now I gotta go pee. Still, you need to come ride with a sistah. I’ll make it worth your while. Think about it while I go pee.”
    Neema hurried toward her bathroom, already hiking up the floral hem of her sundress. She made a mad rush of doing her business and washing her hands. Her perfect lips were just form-ing the words, “Let’s raise up outta here,” when she heard the distinct click of a key turning in the lock of her front door. “Who the hell…” She froze in place; eyes wide and trained on the door.
    â€œGirl, what is it?” Kaykay whispered loudly, noticing her face. She jumped; scared.
    Neema felt her heart speed to a drum beat as her front door slowly opened and in stepped Topps like he owned the place. He had that cocky look on his face that she couldn’t stand. Those cold, dark eyes of his were staring straight through her.
    â€œWhat’s up, ladies? Looks like Mister Topps got here right on time for the party.”

EIGHT
    â€œT opps! How the hell you get a key to my place?” Neema tried to play it off like it was no big deal, even though she had posed the question. After all, he did pay her rent from time to time. The times when he didn’t, the money she had stolen from him did.
    â€œI been had a key.”
    Neema rethought things and decided not to play a damn thing off. She was mad that he had barged in to her crib. “Well, a nigga coulda told me that shit. You stepping in here unannounced ain’t right.”
    She sniffed to keep her nose from losing some of the blow she’d flown earlier. Honest to God, she was getting tired of this man constantly checking her like she was some lowlife criminal. “I mean, I know you sometimes pay the rent on this mutha, but damn, boo.”
    â€œI’ll keep that in mind.”
    Screw you, she thought. Neema headed to the kitchen, came back with three bottles. “Here bitch, have some water.” She tossed one bottle to Kaykay before placing one on the table and shooting Topps an irritated look. “You have a key to my crib; I should have one to yours. That’s how I feel about it.”
    â€œYeah, right.” Topps closed and locked the deadbolt behind him, then put the chain on for extra assurance. “I was in the neighborhood and spotted your ride parked outside. Thought I’d stop by. Hope I’m not disturbing you ladies.”
    â€œNah, boo. You not disturbing nothing. I ran to the crib to use the restroom. You know how I am about using public facilities. I was on my way back out.” She had to admit, he looked good in those super-creased jeans and dark knit shirt. Gulping water, she watched him.
    â€œOn your way to deliver? No shit?” He walked slowly over to the table where he spotted her tote bag with his product in it. He snatched it up.
    â€œBoo, I said I was on my way out. I had to pee real bad.”
    â€œWhen I talked to you earlier, you were on your way back from dropping off. Ain’t that what you said?”
    â€œYeah, but, that was because I had to pee, baby. You know how you feel about public restrooms. They full of germs.”
    â€œTrue dat. But still, you lied to me, Nee.” He took his bag of product out for a good examination. The weight felt about the same, but that didn’t mean shit. “I know you not standing there saying that you drove to Hollywood but had to come all the way back to this mutha just to take a piss.”
    Kaykay stood up, fumbling for her purse and keys. “Uh, look, girlfriend, I see you have some business to deal with, so I’ll give you two some privacy.”
    â€œSit yo’ bitch ass down!” Topps’ eyes dared defiance.
    â€œNigga, who you calling a bitch? I ain’t yo’ bitch. You must have me confused with…”
    â€œAnd shut the fuck up!” He pulled out a twenty-two, one of his favorites because it didn’t make a lot of noise, in