by Lucinda John
Instead of her stepping up to me like a woman, she wanted to play high school games. Like, who still did shit like that? She was lucky I ain’t snatch that raggedy ass bob she had in her head off. Cheap ass bitch wasn’t on my level; she was still wearing shit that came out three years ago. Her pussy must have not been so good if she couldn’t get James to upgrade her ass.
His phone started to ring, distracting him. As soon as he loosened his grip on me to reach for it, I hauled ass. I got in my car and speed off before he could catch up to me. I felt my phone ringing and I tried to dig in my purse to pick it up.
BOOM!!
Shit; I thought as I crashed into the back of an all-black Maserati. Fuck man, I’m not on this shit tonight. I put my car in park and got out.
As soon as I headed towards the driver of the car I hit, I was at lost for words. This man was so damn fine. Good lawd!
“I-I-I’m sorry,” I stuttered on my words. I was knocked off my square a little. I wasn’t expecting to see this fine ass man standing here looking so damn sexy! The only man that was able to have my juices flowing off of looks alone was James and this dude here had James beat! “I’ll write down my insurance info and I’m sure they’ll cover the damages.” I looked into his hazel eyes. He licked his lips.
“Nah, Ma’ you good. It was an accident right?” he smiled showing off his deep dimples.
“Yes, but it was my fault, so you should let me fix it,” I said trying to delete all the naughty thoughts I had dancing around in my head.
“It’s ok. I can get it fixed; it’s no big deal. Why were you such in a rush anyways?” He leaned his tall frame against the hood of my car and pulled a blunt from behind his ear.
“Long story,” I answered, taking in his muscular frame. He looked so scrumptious in his gym shorts and wife beater.
“I got time. Want to grab a cup of coffee?” He smiled making me melt for the third time since we met.
“Uh umm,” I stammered, lost on how to reply to his offer.
“I won’t bite. This will make up for you crashing into my car. Follow me,” he said, walking off like he just knew for sure that I was going to follow him. He got in his car and waited for me to get in mine. It felt so wrong, but something in me wanted to be around him a little longer. Once he saw that I was in my car, he pulled off and my Curious George ass followed him.
Once we pulled up in front of the small mom and pop’s coffee shop on 73rd street. He put money in his meter; in the one I was parked at, and then came over to open my door for me. When we made it inside the coffee shop, we ordered our drinks and sat down in the far back corner next to an old couple making out like they were in high school.
“So are you going to tell me why you were speeding?” He looked at me, taking a sip of his Mocha.
“I don’t even know your name.” I took a bite of my cheese Danish, trying to change the subject a little.
“I’m sorry, where are my manners? I’m Anthony, but I go by Stacks You?” He smiled, showing me those deep dimples again.
“Lala,” I replied.
“Lala? That’s pretty. It fits you.”
I instantly felt my cheeks getting rosy red. For some reason, I loved the way he said my name.
“So Stacks, I haven’t seen you around, where you from?” I asked taking a look at my vibrating phone, then putting it back in my bag.
“I’m from Flint, I just moved down here.” He kept it short, like it was something he was hiding.
“What made you want to move to Miami?” I probed wanting to know more.
“Business purposes. Enough about me, tell me about you,” he said licking those lips again. He was hypnotizing me with the way his sexy ass was looking at me.
“What do you want to know?” I said, crossing my legs. I was afraid if I didn’t plug this drain I would flood the streets with the wetness that sat in the seat of my crotch.
“Everything,” he shrugged.
“Well I’m 23, I was born and raised in the county of Dade. I’m currently a LPN at Jackson Memorial Hospital and I’m in school trying to get my degree to become a registered nurse. I want to be a Trauma Nurse, to be exact,” I replied with confidence. I was a black woman who had her shit together and I was proud of my accomplishments and myself.
“Sounds good. So tell me this Ms. Lala do you have a Mr. Lala?” he smoothly asked. I looked down at my ring finger and showed him that there wasn’t any ‘Mr.’ in my life.
“No, but I do have a boyfriend,” I said remembering the hurtful truth. Although my man was no good, this was wrong on so many levels. I had no business being out here at 6am with a man that wasn’t James. “It was nice meeting you Stacks, but I have to get going.” I suddenly felt ashamed.
“The pleasure was all mines, but let me have your number. I just want to make sure you got home safely.”
I hesitated at first, but shrugged it off. I put my number in his phone, got in my car, and headed to Lisa’s house.
I parked my car and made my way inside using my key. I walked to Lisa’s room and saw her sleeping with “Think Like A Man” on TV, but watching her instead of her watching it. I took off my shoes, stripped down to my boy shorts, and bra and climbed in bed with her.
Lisa has been my best friend since we was in our mother’s wombs. Both of our mother’s planned to get pregnant by dope boys in high school and here we were today. Born on the same day, month, year only I was older by five hours. Since I was my mother’s only child, she was the closet thing I had to a sister. I cherished our friendship and I would seriously kill for her.
“Why are you in my bed big head?” she asked, sitting up in her bed. Lisa was a very light sleeper; she could hear a feather drop on the ground in her sleep. No words had to be spoken as the tears started to fall as I cried in her arms. This was nothing new to her; this was our routine. I just thanked God that I had a good friend like her. She gently rocked me back and forth a listened as I vent, until sleep took over my body.
* * *
“Who is Stacks?” Lisa asked as soon as my eyes opened up.
“Stop being so damn nosey!” I said, snatching my phone from her. I looked at the message that read: Hey beautiful just checking on you to see if you made it home without wrecking any more cars. LOL. I really enjoyed our short time together tho. So when your man ain’t around hmu and let me know that you’re ok. Stacks.
Reading that text had me feeling like the finest boy in the school just asked me to prom. I could not hold back the smile that threatened to appear on my face.
I made it home safely thanks for asking. Good morning btw. I replied to his text and then went through the other bullshit messages that I got from James.
“So, who is he?” Lisa asked trying clock my T’s.
“Some guy I met coming over here. I crashed into his car and we had coffee,” I nonchalantly said, getting up to brush my teeth.
“So, does this mean no more James?” she asked, standing next to me as she grabbed her toothbrush.
“I don’t know,” I told her as we brushed our teeth in silence.
“Well, when will you know, Lala? I’m sick and tired of that boy breaking your heart. He is a rotten apple and there is no fixing that.” I sat there and let the tears pour down my face. I knew she was right; I just didn’t want to accept it.
“So, what are we doing today?” Lisa asked, sitting next to me at the table and then poured her a bowl of cereal.
“I wanted to get my hair done, do a little shopping, and maybe go out tonight,” I answered, ignoring another one of James’ calls.
“Ok. Where you trying to go tonight?” she asked with a mouth full of Coco Puffs.
“What about club Mansion?” I suggested.
“I’m down,” she replied swigging her spoon in the air. We shared a laugh until Monica interrupted us; I got looooooooooove all over me, baby you touch every part in me. My phone rang for the 25th time, letting me know James was still tr
ying to get some conversation out of me. I got up from the table and answered the phone.
“What the fuck do you want James?!!”
“Lala, baby when you coming home?” he asked sounding so pathetic.
“I need some more time to think, James, I think we need some time apart.” I tried to sound confident in my decision, but in reality I just wanted to run home into his arms.
“Lala, that shit you spitting don’t even make sense. Come home ma’, please?” he begged.
“Just give me some more time,” I said before hanging up. I had to end that call. I was a sucker for James and he would have been able to convince me into coming back home.
* * *
We made our way through Aventura mall maxing out James’ black card. I had my own money, but since he put a hurting on my heart I decided to put one in his pockets with some retail therapy. After we maxed out his card, we decided to go to Stars nails and get our hair and nails done.
As soon as I sat down in the seat to get my pedicure, I spotted the tramp from IHOP. I looked her up and down, yeah she was bad, but I was badder hands down. All she needed was an upgrade in her style and she could possibly compete with me. At least this hoe James decided to cheat on me with didn’t look busted down like the others. I sat in the chair, winked at her then pulled out my phone to text James.
Me: I’m sitting right here next to your bitch. I should fuck her up for that little stunt she pulled.
Don’t get it wrong, I was every bit of classy; however, if a female fucks with a dude knowing he has a chick at home, she deserved to get that ass whooped.
James: Bae just chill and come home, fuck that hoe.
Me: I’ll come home when I’m ready.
I turned my phone off and put it back in my bag. I was not going to let James or his bitches stress me out.
After we were done getting dolled up, Lisa and I decided to head down to Chili’s to get something to eat. We were hungry after shopping and getting pretty all day.
“Welcome to Chili’s,” the geeky looking hostess greeted us with a smile that showed of his braces. “Is it just you two?” He still had that goofy ass smile stuck on his face.
“Yes it is,” I said.
“Ok, right this way ladies.” He sat us at our table, took our orders for our drinks, and left.
“Girl, you won’t believe who I saw in Stars Nails,” I said to Lisa as I scrolled down my Facebook page.
“Who??” Lisa asked with her nosey ass. Ever since I’d been friends with her, she’d always been nosey. If you had the tea she would come running to you with her cup and sugar.
“The IHOP hoe,” I laughed at the little nickname I gave her.
“No, you didn’t. Why you ain’t come tell me?” One thing about Lisa was she was about that life. You couldn’t tell her nothing without her wanting to pop off.
“Girl I wasn’t trying to go to jail over a hoe that ain’t worth it. Fuck him and fuck her,” I said trying to convince myself that it was really fuck him.
“And in that order!” she co-signed impersonating Mama Dee
. “Are you ladies ready to order?” the waiter asked as he sat our drinks in front of us.
“Yes, I’ll have the half rack baby back ribs with loaded mashed potatoes, and broccoli,” I responded, handing him my menu
“I will also have what she’s having,” Lisa said taking a sip of her Coke.
“Lisa, do you think it’ll be ok if I crashed at your house for a few days?” I asked with a mouth full of ribs.
“Girl, what type of question is that? Mi casa is a su casa.” We bust out laughing at her failed attempt to say the phrase in Spanish. For the remainder of lunch, we ate in silence. The food was too good and both of us were too hungry to focus on anything else but our plates. After we were done with lunch, we went back to the house to pop some popcorn and watch movies.
“What we watching?” Lisa came in the living room with an oversized bowl of popcorn and two bottles of water.
“Paid In full,” we both said together.
I didn’t even know why she asked. Every time we had a movie night, we watched this movie first. This was like our signature movie, besides Mekhi Phifer being so damn fine; the snake in their circle reminded us of the snake Katrina that use to be in ours.
Around 9pm, we decided to get up and get ready for the club. I laid out my under garments and went to take a bubble bath. I filled the tub with warm water. I poured some of my Victoria’s Secret Angel bubble bath gel into the water and got in.
The water felt so good against my skin and for the first time in forever I felt relaxed. I still missed James and a part of me wanted to text him to see if he was ok. I knew that I was going back, but I had to show him how it felt to not have me, then maybe he’d get a dose of act right. After 30 minutes of soaking my body, I got up, lathered my loofah, and soaped my body from head to toe. I turned on the shower to rinse my body off then I got out the tub.
“Can you put some damn clothes on?” I said to Lisa. She was standing in front of the mirror naked while applying her makeup.
“Hoe please you know you like this ass,” she said making it bounce up and down. Even though we both use to work at KOD, she still decided to work there. I often tried to convince her to go back to school, but hey she loved the life of being a stripper.
After moisturizing my body with my lavender Olay, I put on my nude laced thong, and wiggled my fat ass into my Donna Karan soft pink bandage dress. The whole left sleeved and back was cut out showing the dimples I had in my back. My ass was too much for the dress to hold as the material of the dress held onto my curves for dear life.
I didn’t need to wear a bra because my pretty perky D-cups sat up nice in the dress. I put on my jeweled clear and soft pink Jimmy Choo heels and accessorized my dress with my diamond-studded choker with the matching bracelet. I put my massive diamond studs in my ears and I was set. My face was flawlessly beautiful, so I only applied just a touch of make-up.
Making sure my lips looked extra juicy, I applied an extra coat of my Mac Nude shimmer gloss. Passing the hallway mirror, I stopped to admire myself. I was looking BAD! Too bad James couldn’t see the good he had right in front of his eyes. I wasn’t just a pretty face with an hourglass figure to die for; I was legit wifey material, the type of chick you brought home to moms. The lady in the bed and the freak in the sheets type chick.
I went down stairs and saw Lisa looking through her purse making sure she had everything. She was known to leave her ID or some other important shit always having us to turn back around. She looked real good in her high waist shorts, white crop top, mustard colored blazer, and some mustard colored red bottoms. We took a few pictures for IG and were on our way.
Lisa decided to pull out the all back everything Beamer. We got in, dropped the top, and were on our way like Ice Burg. Who was fucking with us tonight? Nobody. Call it arrogance, but I called it confidence!!
* * *
The line for club Mansion was wrapped around the building. There was no way in hell that we were going to just stand out here and wait in line though. We walked to the front of the line and just like that we were granted entrance. A few birdbrain bitches sucked their teeth and whined, but who gave a fuck. Being the wifey of James, the “King of Miami”, and having a face and body like ours came with a lot of perks.
As soon as we walked in, it was as if the DJ knew we was coming to shut shit down because he had Bad Bitches by Tyga blasting through the club’s speakers. Me and my best bitch got on the dance floor and showed the fuck out. Yes, we were two of the baddest bitches in here indeed.
After dancing to five songs back to back, we decided to take our seat in our VIP section. There were a few bottles of Remy Martin VSOP, in a big bucket of ice waiting for us. We got our drink on and were ready to get real live. Tonight not James or his bitches was going to get the best of me. I was ready to unwind and have fun. I was young, so why not? Lisa was on
the dance floor dry fucking some dude so I decided to join her. TURN DOWN FOR WHAT?
Chapter 7
Stacks
I was out celebrating with my new team. I wasn’t big on partying, but my day one nigga Bear came down to help me out with my business. Pops just set me up real nice and I had close to 3,300 Kilos of the good shit stashed away at my spot. Nobody knew that I had that much weight, not even my brothers. I learned in the game you couldn’t trust anyone. Snakes came in all shapes and sizes.
If everything went as planned, I would be bringing in 330 million dollars. I was so ready to take on the streets of Miami. I had my crew, my traps, and an army of niggas who was ready to put in work. James was a fool to pass up the opportunity to make this paper with me. I had no choice but to permanently put his connect to rest. He was the king? Nah fuck that, I’m the new King!
“Damn Stacks look at them two bad bitches on the dance floor,” Bear said snapping me out of my money train of thoughts. I took a look to where he was pointing and there was that chick Lala. She was a real bad one. When she crashed into the back of my car, I was pissed, but as soon as my eyes fell on her my heart skipped a beat.
That shit was crazy because after I lost Donna no woman had that effect on me. A part of me wanted to get to know her more. She just seemed so different than these thirsty hoes I’ve encountered so far.
I made my way to the dance floor. The DJ was spinning How Many Drinks by Miguel. I grabbed her by the waist, pulled her close to me, and started singing in her ear.
“Frustration, watching you dance. Invitation, to get in them pants. Come closer baby, so I can touch. One question, am I moving too fast? Cause I ain’t leaving alone, feel like I could be honest babe we both know that we’re grown that’s why I want to know, how many drinks would it take you to leave with me?” I felt her grind her hips on my dick so I held onto her firmly so she could feel the anaconda come alive. I licked her ears and sung the rest of the song to her while she got her grind on. When the song ended, she turned around and looked at me.
