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Thisniggareally doesn’t show up this early unless he done fucked up.
Jalen looks like a snack and I suddenly want a nibble. He’s wearing saggy jeans with a white tee that fits his muscular frame. His dreads looked like they were actually washed for achangeand not smell like kimchi with a side of sulfur.
As I get ready in my bedroom, I feel Jalen’s eyes on me. He’s watching me do my makeup as I’m trying to figure out what shade of the Too Faced eye palette would look best with my wardrobe.It’s not unusual for Jalen to watch me put on my face as he lays in bed. Itisunusual for him to show up at seven-thirty on a Monday morning to do so.
I hadn’t heard from Jalen all weekend, and that’s typical with our arrangement. I call it an arrangement because it damn sure ain’t a fucking relationship but I digress. I know what we are and so does he. He has plenty of chicks in his harem and I’m not sure where I am in that. I don’t know if I’m a bottom bitch, side chick, or new chick. It doesn’t matter.
Itdoesmatter, however, seeing a shiny BMW parked outside my door caused some eyebrows to be raised. No one asks questions because of my daddy, but everyone knows Jalen, for the budding drug dealer he is, doesn’t exactly have the cash to get me a fully loaded Beemer. It’s hard to give one girlfriend a Beemer when the others are still using their feet as main transportation.
The goal was for the car to stay fully parked in front of my home and not drive it. But each time I looked out the window, I saw how beautiful the car was and I just knew I would look good behind it.I took it out for a spin and ofcourse; I fell in love with it. Leather seats. Panoramic sunroof. Navigation. Front and back cameras. And that sound system? You know my black ass was bumping 90’s hip-hop all weekend.
Jalen has questions and unfortunately for him, I don’t have any answers he needs to know. “So, who got that for you?”
“A friend.” It’s not a lie, but I’m not sure if it’s the truth. Does a man going down on you count as just a friend?
Jalen stares down at his phone for a long moment before he looks up and watches me intently. We both know I’m lying and Jalen’s eyes are questioning if it’s the truth he really wants to know. “What friend?” He pushes. “Someone I know?”
I remember SoundCloud’s words.Everyone knows who theEllisonsare.Even if people have no clue exactly what they do or known for, you do know one thing about the family – they’re loaded. “No,” I softly reply.
“I noticed you’re not wearing your wigs anymore,” Jalen replies as he glances at my nearly bald head. “I like the wigs on you.”
Funny how Savior didn’t like the wigs on me at all. Now I have the image of going down on Savior as he caresses my fade and I look up at him approvingly. I wonder if I would be able to take him all in or just inch by inch until I can’t.
I shake the image out of my head and watch Jalen through the mirror. He goes back to checking his phone. Something captures his attention – probably another thot showing her titties for the ‘Gram – and he approvingly smiles. The smile is quickly erased and he locks eyes with me. “Keish, you know I love you, right?”
Jalen wouldn’t know what love is if it slid down a stripper pole. I’m sure the same thing he’s telling me, he’s told the other chicks. Does love have several girlfriends? Does love tell a girl not to talk anything serious with him because he doesn’t want her to ruin his high? Does love blow off several dates for drug deals? And any holidays or birthdays? Forget it!
It’s like the old carrot dangling in front of the rabbit deal – you tell me enough to get me to stay and drop the argument but you damn well know you won’t go through with any of it.
If this is what love is, I really want the nigga to hate me. “Uh-huh.”
“I just hope everything is cool between us,” he gets off the bed and gets on the floor with me. He sits behind me and wraps his legs around my body. “I just want us to be cool.” He kisses my ear.
Jalen knows he can’t compete with a brand-new BMW and the sudden interest he has in me now wasn’t there all weekend. Our block is a small one and I know word must’ve gotten back to him that one of his girls had a gift that he didn’t give.
Maybe a week ago, his declaration might have worked. A weekend later with Savior having a face full of Keisha Jones makes a sista have second thoughts. “Your package is still in my closet. Take it with you when you leave.”
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“He must really like you to give you this car,” Tasha begins as I drive her to work.
Tasha finally listened to my advice and decided Lyft wasn’t the way to go unless she was making some serious bank from it. But she likes the drive and the wonderful feeling of waking up every morning and seeing her account isn’t overdrawn so she decided to apply for a city job. Good for her. I’m proud of my bestie.
“I’m not sure if he actually gave it to me.” I am well aware the registration has Savior’s name on it. He may have “given” a car to me on Saturday but my black ass knows the following Monday, it was simply a loaner he could take back at any time.
It makes the decision to give it back to him that much easier. “If I wanted a Beemer, I could ask my daddy for one.”
“Why are you being so difficult about this? This white boy wants to spoil you and all you have to do is suck his dick and fuck him a few times?” Tasha blinks. “What’s the issue with that?”
“The issue is I don’t want to.” Bullshit. The issue is I do want to. I like Savior more than I’m willing to admit. He’s already had an affect on me that I can’t shake off and that’s the problem.
The arrangement he wants is purely sexual with no-strings attached. I’m already attached and I need to end this ASAP before I get hurt. “It’s best for both parties we end this now.”
Tasha shrugs and shakes her head. “If you say so. I still think you’re making a huge mistake.”
“Well, I’ll pay the cost for that.” I reply. The worst thing that could happen is my internship suddenly ends and Savior’s ass is blasted in the papers because I sued him for sexual harassment.
