weekend. I’ll even pick up Shanair a few things. She likes when I randomly do stuff like that. She almost never asks me for anything, and because of it, I’ll give her the world. I’ve been slacking lately and I know it. I think it’s about time that I get back to showing her why she fell in love with me in the first place.
“Thirty-two sixteen is your change.” Charlotte hands me the bills, and a few coins. “Do you want your receipt in the bag?”
“Yeah, that’s fine,” I answer, accepting the money and sliding it into my pocket.
“You have a nice day.” She smiles, handing me the bags.
“You too,” I say winking my eye, before I turn and walk towards the exit.
Outside I load all of the bags into my car. When I slide my hand into my pocket to retrieve my phone my phone, a few bills fall out. I go to stuff them back and I see that one of them has red ink on it. I open it up completely and see: My name is Charlotte. Call me whenever you’re free. Directly under the words is a phone number. Amused, I laugh and wonder when she had to time to write it with me standing right in front of her. I’m sure I’ll get a chance to ask her, because now that I know she’s of age, I’m trying to find out what that mouth do.
Following a quick glance at my watch, I see that I still have a few hours before Shanair gets off work so I crank the engine, put my car in drive and head to the barbershop to get a haircut. I’m throwing a party this weekend, and I’ll be damned if I can’t get a cut for waiting until the last minute. I know that after the shit that went down last night, I’ll be in the house for a few days trying to smooth things over with my girl. When I stumbled in this morning she was pissed, so I made up an excuse about going out for a drink to clear my head after our fight. Since my eyes were red from just waking up, she didn’t argue with me, even though I know she didn’t believe a damn thing I said.
You see, Shanair knows that I fuck around. How she does is beyond me, but she always knows. I can’t even tell you how many times she’s caught me doing some shit that I don’t have no business doing. Of course once I’m caught, I make up some sort of lie to explain whatever it was that she found. Most of the time I chalk it up to something work related, or a hating ass bitch that can’t stand to see us happy. Even though I know for a fact that she never believes the bullshit I feed her, it doesn’t stop me from lying my ass off.
Shanair is what you would call a good girl, and you know like I do that they are hard as hell to find. She’s not just a good girl though; my baby is a full package if you ask me. She’s beautiful, educated and classy. Don’t get me wrong, she can get ghetto when she needs to, but in the public’s eye, Shanair can go from the night club to the boardroom in a split second. Not only that, but she’s extremely loyal and devoted to me and only me, and that to me is her best trait.
That’s right I said it. I don’t ever have to worry about her stepping out, or even giving another nigga her phone number, because Shanair just wouldn’t do no shit like that. I know other dudes will say it, but they don’t actually believe the words. I do. Shanair will never cheat on me, and I say that with my right hand to God. I know because I’ve worked hard to make sure of it. From the very beginning I’ve planted a seed and I’ve been watching it grow for the last five years.
I knew from the very first time I ran into Shanair that I wanted her to be mine. I also peeped that she suffered from low self-esteem. Shit like that ain’t hard to spot. The way she dropped her head when I approached her and barely made eye contact when I was speaking to her; or even how she blushed like a school girl when I told her how gorgeous I thought she was. I peeped the shit a mile away. Now don’t go thinking that I’m some sort of creep nigga for this, but I target beautiful
“Thirty-two sixteen is your change.” Charlotte hands me the bills, and a few coins. “Do you want your receipt in the bag?”
“Yeah, that’s fine,” I answer, accepting the money and sliding it into my pocket.
“You have a nice day.” She smiles, handing me the bags.
“You too,” I say winking my eye, before I turn and walk towards the exit.
Outside I load all of the bags into my car. When I slide my hand into my pocket to retrieve my phone my phone, a few bills fall out. I go to stuff them back and I see that one of them has red ink on it. I open it up completely and see: My name is Charlotte. Call me whenever you’re free. Directly under the words is a phone number. Amused, I laugh and wonder when she had to time to write it with me standing right in front of her. I’m sure I’ll get a chance to ask her, because now that I know she’s of age, I’m trying to find out what that mouth do.
Following a quick glance at my watch, I see that I still have a few hours before Shanair gets off work so I crank the engine, put my car in drive and head to the barbershop to get a haircut. I’m throwing a party this weekend, and I’ll be damned if I can’t get a cut for waiting until the last minute. I know that after the shit that went down last night, I’ll be in the house for a few days trying to smooth things over with my girl. When I stumbled in this morning she was pissed, so I made up an excuse about going out for a drink to clear my head after our fight. Since my eyes were red from just waking up, she didn’t argue with me, even though I know she didn’t believe a damn thing I said.
You see, Shanair knows that I fuck around. How she does is beyond me, but she always knows. I can’t even tell you how many times she’s caught me doing some shit that I don’t have no business doing. Of course once I’m caught, I make up some sort of lie to explain whatever it was that she found. Most of the time I chalk it up to something work related, or a hating ass bitch that can’t stand to see us happy. Even though I know for a fact that she never believes the bullshit I feed her, it doesn’t stop me from lying my ass off.
Shanair is what you would call a good girl, and you know like I do that they are hard as hell to find. She’s not just a good girl though; my baby is a full package if you ask me. She’s beautiful, educated and classy. Don’t get me wrong, she can get ghetto when she needs to, but in the public’s eye, Shanair can go from the night club to the boardroom in a split second. Not only that, but she’s extremely loyal and devoted to me and only me, and that to me is her best trait.
That’s right I said it. I don’t ever have to worry about her stepping out, or even giving another nigga her phone number, because Shanair just wouldn’t do no shit like that. I know other dudes will say it, but they don’t actually believe the words. I do. Shanair will never cheat on me, and I say that with my right hand to God. I know because I’ve worked hard to make sure of it. From the very beginning I’ve planted a seed and I’ve been watching it grow for the last five years.
I knew from the very first time I ran into Shanair that I wanted her to be mine. I also peeped that she suffered from low self-esteem. Shit like that ain’t hard to spot. The way she dropped her head when I approached her and barely made eye contact when I was speaking to her; or even how she blushed like a school girl when I told her how gorgeous I thought she was. I peeped the shit a mile away. Now don’t go thinking that I’m some sort of creep nigga for this, but I target beautiful
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