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  Her smile was captivating and she had the prettiest set of white teeth. Her smooth chocolate skin was flawless. Well, she had a pimple smack-dab in the middle of her forehead, but other than that it was flawless. Every time she asked me something she would have to repeat it because I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I think I asked her for her phone number ten times and each time she kindly declined, so I gave her mine instead. After three weeks of waiting, she finally called. Yes, I was checking my cell phone damn near every hour on the hour waiting for her to call. She had me tripping because I never act like this over females. I didn’t have too. Pussy was thrown at me on a daily basis.

  Savannah was different. She was very independent. The numbers in my bank account didn’t impress her. She’s the only woman other than Macy that has held out on the pussy. She has stood her ground too, and like a love sick puppy dog she has turned me into I’m still waiting.

  “I’m going to go check on the Lasagna. You think you two can get along for two minutes?”

  “Yeah baby, I’m good,” I said shrugging my shoulders.

  “Roxie.”

  “Yeah, Vee.”

  As soon as Savannah left Roxie leaned forward, spread her legs and placed her elbows on her knees. I could see the imprint of her fat pussy lips through her shorts. My manhood almost betrayed me. I could feel him jumping against my thigh. I placed my attention elsewhere. The thought of my mom and stepfather having sex put me back where I needed to be. She wasn’t about to get me caught up.

  “So, what do you really want with Vee?” She asked interrupting my thoughts. She sat back closed her legs and folded her arms underneath her breast.

  “I like Vee. I think she has the potential to be wifey,” I smiled as I imagined me and Savannah settling down possibly having some babies. Savannah did shit like that to me. She had my nose open. She had me thinking white picket fences and shit.

  “That will never happen,” she smirked.

  “Why you say that?” I frowned. I hated that I let her see she got under my skin.

  “Because Brandon still holds her heart. I can tell you will never measure up.”

  Before I could respond Savannah came bouncing back into the living room. “Food is done.”

  Dinner was awkward. Roxie and I barely said two words to each other. That bitch was on my hit list. She came for me and like a dumb ass I answered. Now she had me all in my feelings. This is something that I haven’t felt since my middle school days, insecure. After dinner, I left. I needed some space, a little time to think and clear my head. I couldn’t let this bitch I barely knew get to me like this.

  * * *

  Club Envious was still hot and popping even on a Sunday. I decided to use my back entrance. Any other day I would have been glad to be the center of attention, but Roxie still had me in a foul mood. Before getting out of my car, I made sure to take My Buddy with me. My trusty glock hasn’t failed me yet. Being a man of my stature you could never be too cautious.

  “What’s up fam?” My little brother, Prince, asked dapping me up.

  “Ain’t shit,” I said as I walked around my desk. “What you doing in here anyway?” I asked sniffing the air making sure he hasn’t decided to bring some random bitch back to my office and fuck. Prince did shit like that and for the life of me I don’t know why. He has his own office. Yes, mine is bigger and flashier, but still that shit is nasty. I had to dig in his ass a couple of times about it too. For his sake, I hope I didn’t have to remind him.

  “Nothing, I was looking for you. Stop thinking the worse all the damn time,” he snapped smoothing out his plain black t-shirt.

  “Yeah, okay,” I responded as I sat down and logged into my computer. I went over the numbers to the club while my brother stood there looking at me. I could tell he wanted to ask me something. “What’s up Prince? What do you need now?”

  “Nothing I just want to talk to you about something B.”

  “Go ahead then.”

  “Aight check it,” Prince started as he sat down in the chair opposite me. I sat back and gave him my undivided attention. “I’ve been rocking with you for the past three years. I’ve put a lot of people on to your work,” he paused.

  “Okay,” I said willing him to continue.

  “I think you should make me a partner.”

  I sighed as fished around in my mind for the proper words to say. Prince was nineteen and fresh out of high school. He helped me out with a few things, but he didn’t have that drive. His main concern and focus was the money he saw pouring in. I wasn’t convinced he had the dedication to be my stand-up guy to keep this cash flow running. Besides I already had a partner, Ace, my older brother.

  “Prince, you are only nineteen-,” I started.

  “Man, cut that ‘you are only nineteen’ bullshit out,” he said as he stood up. His butterscotch colored skin turned a shade darker. He ran a hand over his waves as he paced the floor. “You keep throwing my age up in the mix. What the fuck does age have to do with anything?”

  “A lot Prince. You are young and everything you have has been handed to you. What, you think just because you’re my brother that I’m supposed to hand over a part of my foundation to you?”

  “Just like Big Brian handed it over to you.”

  “Get the fuck out of here,” I said waving him off.

  My life wasn’t gravy by no means. Not like this pretty nigga pacing my damn floor. There’s a ten year age difference between us. Prince and I have the same mother, but different fathers. Although I respected Prince’s father George, I really don’t like him. I wasn’t his seed and he made sure I knew it. Not intentionally, but he did. We never really bonded and he never really tried to bond with me either. He did just enough to keep my mother’s attention and to get her knocked up.

  George had bank so whatever Prince wanted that muthafucka got. Unlike him, I had to work for every single thing I had. My Pops had money, but that ain’t mean shit. He made me work just as hard if not harder. He had me running packages, washing his cars, his house, and even the club at times just to make a damn buck. I could sit back and laugh at the memories now. It wasn’t so funny back then, but I believe I’m a stronger man because of it.

  “It’s true,” Prince said raining in on my thoughts.

  “Nigga, I worked for every fucking thing I got.”

  “Here we go with this shit again,” he said throwing his hands in the air.

  “You damn right here we go with this shit again. You think you can come up in this muthafucka and somebody supposed to give you a piece of the pie and you ain’t do shit to help prepare or bake it. Sit yo’ easy bake ass down some damn where. Nigga you ain’t done shit so therefore you ain’t getting shit. I can’t believe you have the audacity to step to me about some damn partner just because you send a few clients my way. Nigga, please.”

  It was silence between us for a couple of minutes. I knew he heard every word I said, but I could tell by his demeanor that he really wasn’t listening. He was spoiled and used to getting his way. I could talk my ass off and he still wouldn’t understand.

  “I have work to do. Get up with me later,” I said focusing back on my computer.

  I kept my eyes on the computer screen as he walked out without saying another word. I had to laugh and shake my head. I knew that wouldn’t be the last of the conversation, but right now I wasn’t trying to hear it. If he wanted anything close to being partner, he had to put in work. The youth of today felt the world and everyone in it owed them something. If Prince didn’t know he definitely learned today.

  I stayed glued to my spot for a couple of hours doing the general things, checking the numbers for tonight and searching through my accounts. I have an accountant, but I trust no one with my money. I still go over the accounts and reconcile everything to make sure every dime spent is legit. My eyelids started getting heavy and I knew it was time for me to leave. The time on my Rolex read a little after twelve o’clock. As I stood up I checked my phone for any mis
sed calls or messages. I was a little disappointed when I saw there was none.

  For some reason, it drove me crazy whenever Savannah didn’t call or bother to send me a text. I hated to sound like a needy nigga, but that’s what I was use to. I’m used to chicks blowing me up asking my location or wondering where I’m at or who I’m doing it with. But like I said before, Savannah is different. Maybe I was putting a little too much into this relationship. I’m feeling Savannah like crazy, but if the feelings aren’t reciprocated maybe, just maybe, it was time for me to fall back. That was easier said than done.

  I turned off my computer, grabbed my keys and headed out the door. This time I decided to stroll through the club. As I looked around I couldn’t help but to be proud of myself. My father signed his club over to me four years ago. I knew he thought the club was destined to fail without his supervision, but I was determined to prove him wrong and I did. Besides I had no problem eliminating the competition. I’m cut throat when it comes to my business. If I hear another club is making noise than mine I immediately eliminate the problem.

  “Hey Papi.”

  “Hey Simone,” I said knowing who the voice belonged to as I turned around. She was one of the servers who worked on the floor. One of my main rules is try not to mix business with pleasure, but the way her ass sat out in her denim shorts had my main man nearly standing at attention.

  “You need anything? I mean anything?” She asked putting the emphasis on anything.

  My initial thought was to turn her down, but the more I stared at the red lipstick coating her juicy lips, pictures of her lips around my dick played over and over in my head. This celibacy thing wasn’t me and a nigga could only wait so long, but despite all the shit I talked I wanted to make this thing work with Savannah.

  “Nah, I’m good,” I said as I winked at her ready to keep it moving, but she grabbed me by the arm.

  “Well, if you change your mind just let me know,” she said sticking her card in my pocket. “I get off in half an hour.” This time she winked and walked away.

  I stood there for a second stuck in a trance as I watched her walk away. I shook my head a little in order to gather my thoughts. I had to stay focused, I coached myself.

  As I bombarded my way through the crowd, I said my hello’s and waved to Ace, who lounged around in VIP. Even though he was posted up in the VIP section, I knew he was still putting in that work. Ace and I had the same father, different mothers. He was older than me by three months and as kids we were damn near inseparable. My father signed the club solely over to me, but I thought it would be beneficial to me if I made Ace a partner, he was smart and business savvy. Besides he had a degree in Business Management and I figured, I would help him put it use.

  After I made my rounds, I headed outside to my car. I stuck my Bluetooth in my ear and dialed Savannah’s number. I was lonely and in the mood for company or to be somebody’s company. The first call went unanswered, so I dialed again. Just like the first time it went unanswered, so I dialed again. After the third time with no response I called it a night. I wasn’t about to stalk her ass.

  * * *

  After I drove past Savannah’s house to make sure, she was home I rerouted and headed over to Simone's’. I know I’m always contradicting myself, but my man downstairs is in serious need of attention and since Savannah was being stingy with her pussy for the time being I had to find it elsewhere. As I pulled up to her spot, I frowned. She lived in the projects and not in the newly decorated one’s either. She lived in the older model ones that look like they were built in the seventies.

  I sat outside of her apartment building wondering if I was really that hard up for some pussy. This is shit you did when you were young. It wasn’t like I couldn’t scroll through my phone, dial a number and have a chick meet me. I frowned as I looked from my left to my right contemplating on whether or not I should go in. Spending money on a hotel for her ass was definitely out of the question. A few minutes flew by and I finally said fuck it. I was here now so I might as well make the best of it. I had friends that grew up in the projects so who am I to judge.

  I grabbed my gun from underneath my seat and tucked it in my waist. I dialed Simone’s number.

  “Hey, I’m here.”

  “Come on up. It’s apartment 2B.”

  “Aight,” I frowned, mad that I would have to walk up a flight of steps. I looked from my left to my right again, set my alarm and headed towards the building.

  When I entered the building, I was surprised. It was hotter than hell, but surprisingly it looked clean. The smell of stale piss still lingered in the air, but other than that it was straight. When I reached the door, I could hear soft music playing. I shook my head. I hoped this girl knew this was just a casual fuck nothing more. I knocked on the door and waited a few odd seconds before the door finally swung open.

  “Hey Papi,” she stood back and smiled.

  “What’s up?” I asked as I entered her house. I looked around and it was clean. The furniture was old and worn, but it was clean.

  “You want something to drink?’ She asked.

  “Nah, I’m good,” I said. I wanted to skip the pleasantries. I was ready to get down to business. She still had her work clothes on, a slight turn off for me. It was a little after two in the morning. She had ample time to wash her ass after getting off of work, but to each its own. As long as her pussy didn’t stink we were fucking.

  “Okay.”

  I stood there in the middle of the floor waiting for her to lead me to the bedroom, but she didn’t. She sat down on the couch and got comfortable. I frowned and blew an irritated sigh through my nose. I continued to stand there, giving her that what you trying to do look.

  “So you straight trying to fuck I guess?” She asked with an attitude.

  “What you think I’m trying to do at two o clock in the damn morning?” I asked with just as much attitude. This is the type of shit I hated. Bitches always giving out invitations then get mad when they find out that it is what it is.

  She sucked her teeth and stood up. I shrugged my shoulders and followed her to the bedroom. As soon as we entered my nose was assaulted by a sour odor. I frowned as I watched her take off her shirt. Another frown claimed my face when I noticed the skid marks that lined her stomach, which meant she had kids. She never mentioned anything about kids and I wasn’t about to ask. That really wasn’t any of my business. I took my shirt off and slipped out of my pants.

  She must have gotten the hint because as soon as my pants came off she pushed me down on the bed. She tried to kiss me and I quickly turned my head. For some reason, her lips didn’t look as appetizing as they did before. She must have brushed it off because she settled on my neck instead. I closed my eyes and imagined it was Savannah straddling me. A slight moan breezed through my lips as she massaged my dick through my boxer shorts.

  She went further south and I waited in anticipation. She reached inside of my boxers and pulled out my stiff rod, but nothing happened. I looked up and looked down at her. She stared at my piece with a strange look on her face. I grabbed the back of her head and guided her mouth down on my shaft. I damn near exploded in her mouth. She finally got into the swing of things as she bobbed her head up and down like she was born to do this shit. I grabbed the back of her head and properly fucked her mouth until my cum shot to the back of her throat.

  “Got dayum,” I yelled out. That shit felt good. I lay there for a minute to gather myself.

  She sat up and smiled. “My turn,” she giggled as she stood up and began to wiggle out of her shorts.

  I gave her a sideways look. I don’t know what she meant by my turn, but eating pussy wasn’t on my resume unless I was feeling you. She is just a straight up hit it and quit it and that’s exactly what I was about to do. I rolled over and searched through my jeans for a condom.

  “Yo’ you got any. . . What the fuck?” I asked turning my nose up. “What the fuck is that smell?” I asked out loud as I looked over at her
. She’d just slipped out of her underwear and she stood there like she couldn’t smell that shit.

  “I don’t smell anything,” she shrugged her shoulders. She slid in the bed like everything was gravy.

  I almost threw up as she hopped in the bed beside me. Her box was hot and not in a good way. My manhood instantly deflated. She attempted to climb on top of me and I pushed her ass so hard she fell off the damn bed. I jumped up from my spot and grabbed my clothes.

  “Nigga, what the fuck is wrong with you?” She asked, standing up. Her wig had shifted and she was trying to fix it and cuss me out at the same time. I didn’t entertain her. I put on my clothes fished around in my pants for my keys and headed out the door. She was right on my heels though. “You baby dick bitch. I know you not gone sit up here, bust a nut and not return the damn favor. Nigga you ain’t shit.”

  “Man get the fuck outta here. Ain’t no way I’m going up in that stank ass pussy. You need to find a douche or two and handle your business.”

  “Fuck you. Little dick muthafucka,” she yelled.

  Just as I reached the door, she lost her damn mind and punched me in the back of my head. That shit hurt and I could have sworn I saw stars. Don’t judge me, but when it comes to shit like that, my hands are bisexual. I don’t discriminate against a man or woman. I believe strongly in that old adage if you hit me I’m hitting that ass back. I turned around so fast she jumped back. I guess she saw the look in my eyes because she tried to backpedal, but it was too late. I grabbed her by the throat and slapped the shit out of her.

  Spit flew out of her mouth, but I didn’t care. I slapped her again just as hard across the other cheek for good measure, and then pushed her ass. She hit the floor hard. She looked up at me with a look of surprise on her face as she held her cheek.