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  “I know that’s your mom, but you only get one moms, man. So forgive her, and ask her if she gon’ help you rebuild your shit. If not, then you rebuild yo own shit, and keep it pushing. That’s foul.” I told her. She nodded.

  “This ain’t the first time she’s done something to me, and it won’t be the last.” She shrugged. I didn’t ask, nor did she elaborate. We sat there passing the blunt back and forth between each other.

  “Where’s my little munchkin at anyway?” She asked.

  “She with her momma.” I told her. Me and Niatia had gotten close as friends over the past few months, she knew I didn’t hold back from her. I kept it a buck.

  “With her momma? Wow, well, when she coming back? I be missing her little face.” She pouted.

  “Damn, shit, I’ll probably go get her in a week. My baby momma can’t keep her more than a week, without her calling me to come get her spoiled ass. The only reason she gets her is to hold her over my head, and piss me off.” I told her.

  “Well. Maybe you should take her to court.” She suggested.

  “Yeah, right. I ain’t taking her ass to court. You know I don’t fuck with the pigs.” I told her, passing her the blunt. She chuckled.

  “Oh yeah. I forgot. But still, it’s not right that she threatens you with baby girl all the time, that’s messed up.” She added. I nodded.

  “Yeah, I’mma figure something out. What’s up with you and the nail business you said you was starting back up?” I asked her.

  “I’ve been buying everything I need, piece by piece. I’m just saving up for the manicure table now, which the one I want is expensive. But I’m going to get it. My cousin said she was gon’ let me do nails out of her new apartment until I get my own spot, and I’m so ecstatic.” She told me.

  “How much is your table?” I asked her.

  “It’s only two ninety nine, but my momma was talking about her lights were about to get shut off, because of me and my sister, so I had to give her some money. Plus, I had to pay for my car, which drained my little money I had saved.” She admitted.

  “Alright, I got you.” I told her.

  “No. I’m fine. I just have to wait until next check, honestly. I already picked up some extra hours at work.” She said.

  “Yeah, alright.” I told her. I was gon’ give her the money anyway, because she was a hard working woman. Ain’t nothing turn me on more than a hard working woman that was fine as fuck. Me and Niatia were cool as fuck, she was like a nigga best friend that he never asked for. Ever since I shot my shot with her that first night, we never tried to get with each other again. As fine as she was, I was waiting on her to make the move. Shit, she shot a nigga down the first time, if she told me she wanted me, then that was what it was gone be. But until then, I was gon’ keep shit the way it was, no matter how fine she was.

  “Why you staring at me?” She asked.

  “Cause you fine as fuck.” I told her. She smiled hugely.

  “You’re so full of it. I heard about yo nasty ass, fucking around with MiMi trifling ass.” She exclaimed.

  “Mimi, who? From the north side?” I asked her.

  “You know who I’m talking about.” She laughed.

  “Man, get the fuck off me if you gon’ be lying like that.” I told her. She started cracking the fuck up.

  “I heard Mimi was your boo.” She cracked.

  “Nah, I ain’t got no damn boo. I’m a grown ass man.” I told her. She laughed as I stared down at her.

  “You’re a mess.” She told me, sitting up.

  “Not as bad as you.” I told her.

  “I’m just tired of people using me, and thinking I’m stupid, and gon’ fall for any and everything. Do you know my sister been dipping in my stash at my momma’s house, and she thinks I don’t know? I literally, set my phone up to catch her, and she fell for it. Like, I have to get out that house.” She growled.

  “You should’ve asked her about it.”

  “She just would’ve denied, as usual. Just like I know she been skimming money of her and my cousin’s hair business.” She admitted.

  “That’s foul as fuck.” I said. I hated motherfuckers like that, shady motherfuckers.

  “Exactly. Now I gotta figure out how to tell my cousin.” She expressed.

  “Shit, just keep it a buck. However you wanna do it, or go about doing it, it needs to be done. Cause that shit is foul. Vash cool people, and she don’t deserve no shit like that.”

  “Exactly, throughout my whole break up, she’s been there for me. Hell, since I was a child, she’s always looked out for me. But I don’t know. I’mma figure it out.” She shrugged. We just sat there chilling and talking. After a while, we were good and high. She was laid up against me, and I was damn near about to go to sleep.

  “You haven’t tried to talk to me again since that one day. Why?” She randomly asked.

  “Because shit, you told a nigga you weren’t interested. Shit, ain’t no need in steady pressuring you.” I told her.

  “Well, what if I was interested, but I just was going through something at the time?” She admitted. We sat there in silence. I ended up standing up and going to the bathroom. I was feeling Nia fasho, but I ain’t know shit about being in no committed relationship, or none of that shit. After handling my business in the bathroom, I walked back into my kitchen grabbing a bag of Doritos and two waters. I turned the game on, shit, I was about to play Call of Duty.

  “You just gon’ ignore me?” She asked.

  “Shit, what you want me to say?” I snapped.

  “I want you to admit that you’re feeling me too.” She snapped.

  “I’m not.” I told her, flatly.

  “Oh, really?”

  “Dead ass.”

  “Okay, well. Then unless it’s pertaining to E, don’t fucking call me.” She snapped, and got up, getting ready to bounce. I let her ass walk out, I wasn’t built for all this dramatic shit. I fired up another blunt, before exhaling loudly. I clicked Call of Duty, and waited on the game to load. Before I knew it, the door flung back open, and Nia stood there.

  “You just gon’ let me walk out?” She asked.

  “Nia, if that’s what you want to do, I can’t control you.” I told her, frowning.

  “I didn’t want to walk out, but you damn sure didn’t stop me. You really don’t feel anything for me except for being the homey.” She stood there looking sad. I was about to tell her how I really felt about her, but her little ass interrupted.

  “That’s okay. Shit is a hard pill to swallow, but I’ll get through it, as usual.” She walked back out. I put my blunt in the ashtray, and stood up to go get her crybaby ass. I walked outside, and she was standing at the door. I paused, looking her up and down.

  “I forgot my keys.” She huffed.

  “Yo ass can’t even storm out properly.” I laughed at her, and she scowled at me.

  “Let’s go get some food. Shit, a nigga hungry as hell.” I told her.

  “I’m not going anywhere with you.” She snapped.

  “Come on, bae.” I told her. She raised an eyebrow.

  “Don’t try and sweet talk me now.” She pushed passed me to grab her keys, before trying to walk back outside. I wrapped my arms around her, and she immediately started trying to get out of my grasp.

  “Stop acting like that with me, Nia Pia. I like yo crybaby ass too.” I told her.

  “No, cause if you did,” She started.

  “How the fuck you gon’ tell me how I feel? You my woman, I’m your man, ain’t no other discussion needed to be had.” I told her, before scooping her little ass up. She squealed.

  “E’mauri. I’ve been hurt before. Please, if I’m not what you want. Communicate that with me, and let me go, okay?” She looked me in my eyes.

  “I got you, baby.” I told her before kissing her. She grabbed a nigga’s face and tongued me down, instantly having me on brick.

  “Let’s go eat. I’m starving.” She said.

  “S
hit, me too.” I put her down.

  We smoked on the way to the restaurant. We were seated, and ordered a bunch of fucking food, before eating all of it.

  “Damn, chubby chubbs. Ate all my fucking cheese sticks.” I joked.

  “Boy, yo ass is not talking. Not after I only ate a little bit of everything, while you demolished the rest.” She rolled her eyes. I gave her a hundred bill to give the waitress, going to stand up so I could go piss.

  “This ain’t gon’ be enough to cover all this.” She frowned. I looked at her before telling her some shit.

  “Well, make it enough.” I joked, before going to take a piss. I stepped out, and before I could round the corner, I heard a familiar, annoying ass voice.

  “Bitch, I don’t give no fuck. You don’t know me either, I will beat yo motherfucking ass.” I heard a female scream. I frowned, and made my way to the table quickly, after seeing Mike and Tra’Nik bombarding my girl.

  “Where the fuck is my child while y’all up here selling wolf tickets? Come on, baby, cause ain’t nobody gon’ touch you.” I grabbed Nia from up out the booth.

  “Baby? Oh, so this the bitch you be having around my child? Well, I guess you won’t be seeing her any time soon, huh?” she spat.

  “Tra’Nik, don’t fucking play with me.” I shook my head.

  “Nigga, I came over here to see what’s all this shit I hear about you saying you was gon’ slap the shit outta me when you saw me.” He growled. I chuckled, before quickly drawing back, and smacking fire out this pussy ass nigga. He wildly charged at me, and I uppercut that nigga, putting him to sleep. Nik was screaming her head off, and she ran up on me swinging, but Nia pulled her by her hair to the ground quickly.

  “Bitch, back the fuck up.” Nia growled, I grabbed her, holding her back.

  “You gon’ let that bitch hit your child’s mother?” Tra’Nik got off the ground, asking.

  “She ain’t hit you. You and yo bum ass nigga can stay clear away from me. If it ain’t about my daughter, don’t contact me, Tra’Nik.” I told her. I grabbed Nia, and walked out that bitch fast as hell, peeling out the parking lot.

  “That’s your baby momma?” She scowled.

  “Yeah.” I exhaled.

  “Obviously, she’s got a problem.” Nia started.

  “Whatever she and I got going on, don’t got shit to do with you.” I told her.

  “How you figure?”

  “Because that’s me and her business.”

  “But if she’s disrespecting you, then that’s a problem.” She snapped.

  “Not yo problem though, so just drop it.” I told her. She sat back quietly, as my mind wonder.

  When me and Nia got to my crib, she had the itis, so she went to lay her ass down cause she ain’t feel like driving to her mom’s. Shy came through to holla at me about some business. After getting everything set up, he smoked a blunt with me, before running a game on 2k, betting two k. I made a quick two bands, whooping that nigga’s ass, and sending him on his way. I went to the room, and Nia’s lil ass ain’t have shit on but her boy short panties, under my sheet. When the fuck did this happen? I took a shower, trying to get my shit under control, but it was hard as hell, literally. I watched some shit on A&E before nodding off, counting sheep.

  When I woke up to a wet ass mouth on my morning wood, I thought I was having a wet fucking dream. Nah, Nia was going fucking nuts on my dick, like she was craving my nut to shoot in her mouth or some shit. I grabbed her ponytail, looking down at her confused.

  “Well, good fucking morning.” I told her. She took my dick out her mouth, and smacked it against her juicy lips. Shit felt amazing. She put it back in her mouth, and started trying to deep throat it.

  “Oh, you trying to make me nut? Huh?” I pulled her off my dick by her ponytail, before sitting up. I was about to stand up, but she started climbing on top of me. I looked her up and down, sucking on her perky titties. She moaned out, tossing her head back. I pulled her forward toward me, pulling her panties to the side, before slowly entering her tight walls.

  “Ohhhh.” She moaned out.

  “This my pussy now, you hear me, Nia?” I asked her.

  “Yes, baby. Yes, I hear you.” She moaned out.

  “Bounce that ass on my dick.” I told her, smacking her ass. She started slowly bouncing, and I could feel her pussy juices running down my wood. She had some of the best pussy I done been in, and it was all mine. I was gon’ make sure of it.

  “Ohh, Mauri, you feel so good inside me.” She moaned.

  “Yeah?” I asked her.

  “Yes, baby.” She whined, and started twirling her hips on me. I shook my head, flopping back on the pillow with one hand gripping her waist. She was about to make me bust all in her warm ass pussy.

  “You keep on riding that dick like that, I’mma give you what you asking for.” I looked her in her eyes. She placed her hands on my chest, staring at me intensely, before throwing her ass back something vicious.

  “I’m about to cum. Ohh, ooo. Ohhh, fuck.” She shivered on top of me, steady bucking. Her mouth was wide open, as she continued riding me. I was nutting right up in her shit, just the sight of her fine ass.

  “Oh fuck, shit, girl.” My got damn toes were throwing up gang signs. I was trying to stop them bitches, but shit, that shit came from my whole body. She smiled, and collapsed on my chest.

  Ten ~ Au’ Brielle

  “You know you should let me take you on a date.” My client, Tez, asked me. Though he was extremely handsome, I was in love with La’Kenzo Lamar Rogers. I hadn’t told him yet, but I planned on telling him soon. I chuckled at Tez, before cleaning his tattoo.

  “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I have a boyfriend. Sorry.” I told him.

  “I knew it. I had to shoot my shot though. I would’ve never known if I didn’t ask. I hope that nigga know what he got. If he don’t, then he’ll slip up eventually, and I can’t wait.” He smirked. I shook my head at him and handed him the mirror to see his chest piece I’d just completed.

  “Dayum, girl. I knew I found the perfect person to pearl my shit but I ain’t know you was gon’ make it like this.” He complimented me. I took my pictures and video before uploading it to my business pages.

  “Thanks, Tez, for taking a chance on me.” I told him.

  “No doubt, baby girl. You going to the top, fasho. I’m recommending you to all my niggas.” He told me.

  “Thank you, I appreciate that.” I told him.

  After cleaning up, I gathered all my stuff, since he was my last client. I headed out after speaking to everyone. I called Kenzo, and he didn’t answer my call, but I was heading his way anyway. I noticed he wasn’t home, and I frowned in confusion. I continued my way to this Chinese place, to get me some chicken fried rice I’d been wanting all day.

  A few days went by before I heard from Kenzo again. He texted me where I was at, and I told him I was at Vash’s house. He texted back, but Vash was telling me about how she felt like Lani was on some foul shit with their hair business they started.

  “Like, the money not adding up in my account. I wanna believe my cousin wouldn’t do me like that. But who else would do it, you know?” She asked.

  “That’s crazy, you just never know with people.” I told her.

  “Exactly. I been trying to keep it cool, but if the vendor calls me back with different numbers than what I’ve been receiving. I’m gon’ cut the fuck up.” She spat.

  “As you should. How’s school coming?” I asked. Vash wanted to become a barber. She was so different. I went with her to finally get her signed up, and she’s been loving it. She always knew how to do hair, but she wanted to be a barber. Said it was something she’d always wanted to do.

  “Girl, it’s coming. Being the only female is a joke. They be trying me, but I don’t be worried.” She rolled her eyes.

  “Exactly, they just know you’re going to be the best barber, period. Hell, male or female.” I spoke.

  “Than
ks, friend.” She smiled. Her phone rang, and I already knew who it was from the ringtone.

  “Oh, is that bae?” I asked.

  “Get you some business. Hello?” She answered her phone, walking into her room. I shook my head and looked at Kenzo’s text finally. He said he was about to pull up on me, as soon as I read that message, he called me, telling me he was outside. I walked out to his truck, and he licked his lips looking at me.

  “What?” I asked.

  “I’m saying, you get in here with this little ass dress on.” He smirked.

  “Just some chill gear. I just been hanging with my girl.” I told him.

  “Umhm. Come here.” He lifted his middle console out the way, leaning his seat back. I frowned at him, as he unzipped his pants, revealing his rock hard chocolate pole.

  “La’Kenzo.” I whined, but he was already pulling my arm, and my horny ass obliged. I climbed on top of him as he guided himself inside of me.

  “And you ain’t got no panties on. I should fuck you up.” He frowned, and bit his lip.

  “Oh, fuck me up then, papi.” I moaned, as he pulled my titties from my dress and leaned up to suck them.

  “Ride this dick, Angel.” He told me, before grabbing me by my neck and tonguing me down. I steadily bounced on him as my orgasm was near.

  “Fuck. I love you so much, Kenzo.” I cried out. Not even ten minutes later, he was nutting on my ass, as usual. I reached for a napkin in his glove compartment as we got ourselves together.

  “You saying you love me?” He asked.

  “Huh?” I frowned.

  “You said you love me? Is that how you really feel?” He asked. I looked him his eye and I nodded.

  “I’m in love with you, La’Kenzo.” I told him. His nostril’s flared as he looked away, almost as if it was too much to hear me say it again. We sat there in silence for a few, before he said he needed to make a run.

  “Okay. Love you, Kenzo, call me later.” I got out of his car and walked back up to Vash’s spot, grabbing my keys, saying goodbye, and heading home to the shower.

  The next few days rolled by, and I hadn’t received a call, or text, or anything, from La’Kenzo. I had been texting him and getting no response, and when I called, it went straight to voicemail. I didn’t know what the hell was going on, but I didn’t like it. Literally, at the end of the week, I called while I was at home watching TV, and surprisingly, he answered.