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𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚇 .

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"Rell if you don't move i'm gonna call 12 and tell 'em you jacked that gas station a few weeks ago." I warned.

He sucked his teeth but rolled off of me anyway. "You so fed."

"Shut the fuck up." I rolled my eyes and got up from the bed. Everytime he comes over here he has to be up under me. I literally can't breathe.

I walked into the kitchen and started getting all the stuff I needed to make shrimp Alfredo out of the refrigerator. I hope Rell knows he isn't eating because truthfully I just want him to get out of my house already.

He already laid the dick down, its time to go.

Rell came into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and started kissing on my neck. "When you gon' stop playin' with me, AJ?" He said lowly into my ear and I sighed, despite the tingles I got from his voice in my ear.

Rell is fine as fuck, he's funny, and he has big dick that he definitely knows what he's doing with. But when it comes to all that relationship stuff i'm not really here for it. I've already had my fair share of aint-shit niggas in the past, so i'd rather pimp

niggas then get played by them.

"When you stop being a hoe." I shrugged. "When I can grantee that you're not still fuckin' with other people, then I'ma stop fuckin with other people too. It's simple."

"I already told you I don't fuck with no one else but you .." He groaned and I turned around looking at him like he was crazy.

"Let's not bring up the fact that you had shorty at my door the other night yelling your name cause she followed you from your crib.."

"..."

"Oh alright then." I turned around and continued what I was doing. I'll be damned if I put my all into a relationship where the nigga is only putting in a measly 30%. If doesn't work like that.

"You know I only be around her 'cause I be seeing you with that nigga Banks and shit."

"Okay? Maybe if you leave all those females alone and stop entertaining them, I'll cut Banks off for you. Until then, I'm pimping and you can't stop me." I smiled and he huffed.

"Let me find out you givin' him my pussy."I turned around and he was already mugging me.

"Um actually it's my pussy sir. It's in between my legs." I spoke matter-of-factly.

"You heard what I said Aijah. If I find out you're givin' other niggas my pussy, im sending you straight to the king." He shrugged.

"Yea, whatever" I waved him off.

"I'm being serious. You know I wanna be with youso why you keep playin'?"

"'Cause you have hoes on your line 24/7, Latrell. Why would I get into a relationship with someone who's already talking to multiple girls? That's dumb. Until then we just gon' fuck around. No strings attached." I smiled at him and he straight faced me.

"No AJ. There are strings attached. You're for me Aijah Rose Wittiker, I don't give a fuck." He shrugged.

I hope I don't sound ridiculous but, I don't know who this man is..

"Delete all the hoes out of your phone and maybe, just MAYBE, we can continue this conversation."

"All of the hoes? Alright bet, give me a few hours." He walked back into my room to get his phone, leaving me in the kitchen dumbfounded.

"See i'm finna dele- hollup this nigga callin' me." He answered and I could instantly hear Mir yellinf on the phone. I just shrugged and continued cooking. Ain't my damn business.

"After that bullshit they pulled, whats the point of waiting 'till this weekend?" I heard Mir say over the phone.

"I get what you mean but we already said this weekend so let's just wait 'till this weekend." Rell said irritably. Shit, let me eavesdrop right quick.

"Mmcht! That nigga is getting way too close to her. Y'all keep talkin' 'bout waiting and shit. If something happens to her and it's on yall!" Mir raised his voice.

"Y'all sittin' around waiting like ducks until someone gets shot. He probably already knows we're onto him too. She hasn't talked to him in weeks."

"Alright mane, just talk to them other niggas about it 'cause you're not hearing what i'm tellin' you. Theres no point of going down there earlier." Rell huffed.

"Ight son, i'ma talk to 'em." Mir hung up.

"Where the fuck you goin'?" I cocked my head to the side and Rell laughed at me.

"You nosy, mind yo bidness."

"You're on the phone in MY house being loud as fuck, it is my business."

"Well." He shrugged hopping on the counter. "So where are you goin'?"

"It's nothin' for you to worry about."

"Okay I guess." I shrugged turning back around. "Oh and I hope it didn't sound like I cared. I was just being nosy."

He started dying laughing,"If you care about me just say thattt." He dragged and I straight faced him.

"Like I said, just being nosy." I held my hand up and he chuckled, clearly not believing me.

"Whatever. Uh, we're just goin' to Louisiana." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Whos we?"

"Me, Mir, Eli, Duck and Soovy."

"What yall goin' down there for?"

"To do something that doesn't include you." He smiled sarcastically and I rolled my eyes. "Mhm whatever."

"Can you hurry up with the food though? A nigga starving forreal."

That last sentence gon' hit different when you realize im not feeding you.

I looked at him and picked up my phone going to safari,"They got a McDonald's 7 minutes away from here." I slid my phone across the counter to him as he stared at me in disbelief.

"You so foul for that Aijah! I think I might cry." He slid my phone back across the counter and I bussed out laughing.

"You really not gon let me eat?"

"Nope." The fuck he thought this was?

"How that song go? Get that bread, get that head, then leave? Yea, still waiting on you to do that last part." I pressed my lips together and his jaw dropped.

"You treatin' me like a hoe. I don't like this." He frowned."Oh well." I shrugged and he nodded slowly

"Keep frontin Aijah, you know you can't live without me." I turned around and looked at him crazy."Oh fuck off. You wish that was the case, don't you?"

"Bet, i'ma go taste Chanel then since you keep playin' and shit." He said cockily, hopping off the counter and I stopped stirring the sauce to look at him. He just struck a different nerve.

"Okay? Ion give a fuck."

I definitely do.

"Tuh okay." He walked up and stood directly behind me. I could feel his length rub against my butt and I had to fight the moan that was trying to escape from my lips. This man just makes my insides warm.

"Boy, back the fuck up!" I tried squirming around but he had a tight grip around my waist.

"Im playing. I'm not gon' eat Chanel. I tried to once, her shit smell just like the shrimp you cooking."

"Um ew!" I pinched my eyebrows together. Trifilin, just triflin.

"You be capped out though, Rell. Talking 'bout you gon' go taste Chanel. You know you're not gonna leave. So just sit down and shut the fuck up." I shrugged and he sighed but backed up.

"Yes massa." He muttered sitting back on the counter and I fell out laughing.

"Lemme call Mari real quick 'cause I wanna know how y'all are planning on going to Louisiana without telling anyone." I mumbled, taking my phone off the

counter. Rell looked like he was gonna try to stop me from facetiming Mari but it was too late.

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Connecting...

"Can it connect already.." I mumbled to myself while Rell leaned against the island staring at me a lil' too hard.

Mari answered the phone laying down. "Hi bitch ."

"Oh but when I call you a bi-"

"Shut the fuck up, Latrell!" I cut him off and he threw his hands up meanwhile Mari was dying laughing over the phone.

"Anywaysss, I have a question for you miss ma'am." I told her and she looked at the phone waiting for me to continue.

"Did you know these niggas were going to Louisiana this weekend?" Her facial expression told me she had no fucking clue either.

"Who-" She got cut off by Samiron walking into the room and throwing a Plan B box at her head.

"Go kill them." I heard Samiron say and I couldn't hold back my laugh.

"Nasty ass black people! Y'all fuck all day everyday, the least you could do is use protection." I shook my head.

"That's him! The nigga never wants to put on a condom but wanna be flinging Plan B's at my head and shit.." She mumbled, sitting up on the bed.

"You wanna know what this nigga did the other day? The boy gon' say you boutta shoot the daycare up and before I could say anything back he threw a fucking Plan B box at me. He's just a dumbass." She

shook her head while me and Rell laughed.

"That nigga dumbbb!" Rell shouted in the background.

"But anyways, WHO GOIN' TO LOUISIANA?" She yells and I see Mir turn around in the background and look at her like he just seen a ghost.

"Were you not planning on telling me?" She looked at him through the camera before turning around to face him.

"I was finna tell you once we checked into the hotel." He said nonchalantly and Rell bussed out laughing.

"That ain't funny." I rolled my eyes and he sucked his teeth. "Say Aijah, put Rell on the phone." Mir said, taking the phone from Mari.

I handed Rell the phone. "Yous a dumbass nigga you know that?" Mir tilted his head in the camera.

"Nigga it ain't my fault you wanna be loud as fuck on the phone."

"You could've cut the volume down you fucking dumbass. You're special and im tifed of it." He mugged the phone before handing it back to Mari

"Ima call you back later Aijah, I have a bone to pick with this nigga." I nodded and she hung up.

I put my phone down and looked back at Rell who was sticking his fingers in the Alfredo sauce like a fucking child.

I tilted my head and looked at him. "Were you dropped on your head as a baby?"

"My dad was drunk in the delivery room so its a possibility." He shrugged.

"That would explain a whole lot." I pressed my lips together and he just stared at me. I looked away from him and looked back just to see him still staring at me. "Boo."

He walked up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist bringing our chests together."You fine as fuck ." He mumbled, leaning down to put his face in my neck.

"Oh, thank you." I smiled awkwardly, getting a weird feeling in my stomach.

Butterflies. They're called butterflies slow hoe.

"You gon be my girl or nah? 'Cause i'm feeling you forreal and you keep playin' with a nigga and shit." He told me in a serious tone which wasn't normal for him at all. I sighed, not knowing how to respond.

Me and Rell been kickin' it for a few months now. We're always at each others houses and at first it was purely sex. Like we would fuck and leave right after.

But over time we formed somewhat of a friendship and we talk all the time. A majority of the time we're arguing about dumb shit but still. Over the past few weeks I just started feeling him more and it kinda scares me. He's just a geniune ass person. He's always cracking jokes and making people smile and I like that about him.

I just hope he's not smiling in other bitches' faces because I'd hate to have to turn into Ann Marie.

"I guess I'll give you a free trial." I tilted my head and he smiled, making me smile. Why is he so happy to be with me?

"But let me find out you're still entertaining Chanel and i'm literally gonna sit on yo brothers face, record it, and send it to you." He jerked his head back, frowning. Whole time i'm being dead serious, it's not like I haven't done it before.

He started laughing out of no where and I just continued to stare at him confused. "You wanna know why Chanel chased me all the way over here the other day?" He asked and I nodded.

"'Cause she was trynna give me some head and my dick wasn't getting hard so she asked me why I wasn't getting hard and I pulled up my pants up and told her cause you aint Aijah. Then she started yelling about how I ain shit or whatever." He shrugged and I smiled

That's how you know he's genuine. His dick doesn't get hard for other females. I have to keep him now.

He squinted his eyes at me and rubbed his chin,"See, that's how I knew I liked you 'cause my dick get hard when I think about you. I don't even gotta be around you either. As soon as someone says your name,

boom; I get hard." He said in all seriousness and I bussed out laughing.

When hood niggas try to be romantic..

"And that's how it should be." I smiled and he chuckled showing his lil' dimples.

I found a nigga who's dick gets hard when someone says my name; im sitting this summer out.

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𝗔𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗞𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗲 𝗕𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗲 | 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗶

𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚇 .

"Ima call you back later Aijah, I have a bone to pick with this nigga." She nodded and I hung up the phone. I looked at Samiron who was already staring at me.

"You got something to say?" I asked with an attitude. He stared at me blankly before shaking his head and stuffing Doritos into his mouth.

"When were you planning on letting me know you were leaving ..? And what are you even leaving for?"

Samiron looked stuck as fuck, and when he looks like that, I know he's about to lie. He's so predictable.

"I gotta down there for sum.. business." He shrugged and I cut my eyes at him. "Business?" I questioned and he nodded.

"You on some weird shit." I shook my head disapprovingly. If you're gonna lie at least be discreet about it.

"How?"

"First I have to find out from someone else that you're going to Louisiana, then when I ask you bout it you start acting suspicious as fuck and avoiding my questions."

"I'm not acting suspicious. It's just certain shit I can't tell you. And I forgot to tell you I was leaving, thats all." He spoke and I could feel myself getting more irritated with his nonchalant tone.

"Oh you forgot..?" He nodded again. "Yea, it slipped my mind. My bad." He said and I rolled my eyes, turning away from him. He has me so fucked up.

I was still irritated but I decided to leave the situation alone for now cause obviously there's something he's not telling me. But either way i'm gonna find out sooner or later and he's gonna hear my mouth when I do.

I sat up against the headboard, scrolling through Ig while Samiron turned on that stupid ass ps4.

"You called the window people?" He asked stuffing some more chips in his mouth.

"Yea, they said repairing all the windows would cost $4,000 in total since each window is $500 to fix." I replied dryly.

"God damn $500 per window ? Better be some magical windows." He mumbled and I had to fight my laugh.

"They said it's because the windows are big and they go around the front and side of the store."

"What about the furniture and the walls and shit?"

I sighed, "We're gonna have to replace most of the furniture including all the mirrors, hanging lights, and the salon chairs and shit. Barely any of it is useable anymore." I shook my head thinking about the condition me and Aijah's studio was in.

90% of the furniture was done for, the walls were covered in bullets, and there was glass all through the store. Me and Aijah basically have to start from scratch now and it pisses me the fuck off because I still don't know who did it and why.

Like who shoots up someones store for no reason? And how did they even know where our store was?

"Damn. You and Aijah don't deserve this foreal." He shook his head, sitting at the end of the bed with his back facing me.

"Yea well I can't do nothing about it now. The studio that we spent months planning and putting together isn't even recognizable anymore." I scoffed and Samiron turned around to look at me.

Everytime somethings bothering me I try to act like I'm not phased by it, but Samiron knows me too well. All that nonchalant stuff is just an act and he

knows it. He knows that I still am hurt about the studio. But who wouldn't be?

Me and Aijah put our all into a studio that wasn't even done yet and now we're left with pieces of what we worked on and no answers as to why this all happened in the first place.

"Don't worry ma, we gon' figure it out in the end. Ion care if I gotta hire a group of crackheads to help you clean, we gon fix that studio regardless."

"What if them niggas come back?" I asked, genuinely concerned.

"They not. I'ma make sure of it." He said and I sighed.

"We didn't even have the security cameras hooked up yet or nothing. We got left with nothing." I groaned looking up at the ceiling fighting back the tears in my eyes.

Samiron got up and walked over to his closet. He

unlocked one of his drawers and pulled something out. He walked back over to the bed and handed me 4 stacks of money that all had a paper labeled '10k' on it

"Samiron." I trailed off, looking at the money in disbelief I never felt comfortable taking money

from people. Especially now since I was determined to use my own money to buy and furnish the studio.

"Take it Mari. Get the walls and the windows fixed or buy new furniture." He pushed the money into my hand.

"Samiron this is 40k, the windows only cost 4 to replace ." I stared at him like he was crazy and he looked unfazed.

"Okay? And the walls probably a good 3k+ on top of that."

"That's 7k in total, you just handed me $40,000, Samiron."

"Gir- I know how to do math. Shut up and take the damn money." He huffed and I rolled my eyes.

"Too much money." I mumbled looking down at the stacks in my hand. "So?"

"I'm probably only gonna use like 15 to 20k. You forgot that me and Aijah are paying for the studio together?"

"I didn't forget. I just don't care." He shrugged and I straight faced him.