was steady profiling for any onlookers with his tinted window down, leaning back in the seat with his arm straight as he steered the wheel and showed off his new diamond-encrusted Jacob & Co. Five Time Zone watch.
Of course, I was showing off, too. My window was down so that all the females on the cramped buses and walking the streets could see me. They were all hating on me; I knew it and loved it.
“You staying with me?” he asked, already pulling into the parking garage of the high-rise Harlequin Apartment building in downtown Newark.
“I guess so, since we’re already here.” I laughed as I got out of the car.
He climbed out as well and went to the trunk. My heart raced. Disappointment slowed the rate as I watched him pull out his massive CD case.
I didn’t say a word as we rode the elevator upstairs.
Cristal failed to understand why a man with his own businesses wouldn’t want to own his own home or at least move into a higher end apartment building. She said, “Why do people care more about what they are driving than where they are living? Just ghetto.”
She acted like the man lived in the projects or something, but that was just Cris being her usual bougie self. She liked to pretend her ass wasn’t from Newark like the rest of us. Always talking proper. Hell, I haven’t heard her use a contraction since high school. I still love her stuck-up butt, though.
Rah and I walked into his apartment. It’s decked out and you could tell it’s a man’s space with the ebony furnishings, glass and chrome tables, and the mirrored walls. I dropped my duffel bag on the floor by the door, before I followed his sculptured physique into his master bedroom—or what he liked to call the master’s bedroom.
“I’m going to shower,” I told him, removing my clothes as I strode to the adjoining bathroom with the grace only a dancer could possess. Don’t hate.
I preferred to take a hot bath after dance class to help relax my muscles, but I sure didn’t feel up to fighting a dirt ring before I could sit down in his tub. A shower it was.
I left the bathroom ten minutes later smelling like soap, with a plush, oversized gray towel wrapped securely around my damp body.
“Damn, I’m tired,” I sighed, drawing the words out as I lay down beside Rah on his king-sized water bed.
He was lying back smoking yet another blunt as he watched the ten o’clock news on WWOR-TV. Probably trying to see if any of his friends were arrested today or getting a heads-up on the latest police technology. He offered me the blunt, but I declined. Still, that didn’t stop me from catching a contact. Second-hand smoke is second-hand smoke.
Soon my lids felt heavy, and I watched through half-closed eyes as Rah rolled off the bed and left the bedroom. I heard when he came back, but I still jumped in surprise at the sudden feel of something cold and metal against my neck.
My eyes flew open, and I shot up in bed. A delicate gold and diamond chain with a matching cross pendant dropped into my lap.
Bling .
Now see, that’s what I’m talking about.
I loved it. This was so much classier than all the other ghetto jewelry he gave me—which I also loved, but there was a time and place for everything. I could actually wear this one to my internship.
I removed the Bismarck chain I was wearing and clasped my new one around my slender neck, already picturing all the new V-neck shirts I would buy to wear with my new trinket. Every wall in Rah’s bedroom was covered in mirrors, so any way I turned I saw my reflection. That chain and diamond pendant looked good as hell against my smooth caramel skin.
“Ooh, Rah, this is just too delicious. Thank you, baby.”
When he didn’t respond, I turned to see him busy rolling another blunt over by his black marble dresser.
I lay back sprawled in the middle of the bed, licking my lips as my hand rubbed a trail from my thighs up to my small but firm round breasts.
“That’s what I’m talkin’
Of course, I was showing off, too. My window was down so that all the females on the cramped buses and walking the streets could see me. They were all hating on me; I knew it and loved it.
“You staying with me?” he asked, already pulling into the parking garage of the high-rise Harlequin Apartment building in downtown Newark.
“I guess so, since we’re already here.” I laughed as I got out of the car.
He climbed out as well and went to the trunk. My heart raced. Disappointment slowed the rate as I watched him pull out his massive CD case.
I didn’t say a word as we rode the elevator upstairs.
Cristal failed to understand why a man with his own businesses wouldn’t want to own his own home or at least move into a higher end apartment building. She said, “Why do people care more about what they are driving than where they are living? Just ghetto.”
She acted like the man lived in the projects or something, but that was just Cris being her usual bougie self. She liked to pretend her ass wasn’t from Newark like the rest of us. Always talking proper. Hell, I haven’t heard her use a contraction since high school. I still love her stuck-up butt, though.
Rah and I walked into his apartment. It’s decked out and you could tell it’s a man’s space with the ebony furnishings, glass and chrome tables, and the mirrored walls. I dropped my duffel bag on the floor by the door, before I followed his sculptured physique into his master bedroom—or what he liked to call the master’s bedroom.
“I’m going to shower,” I told him, removing my clothes as I strode to the adjoining bathroom with the grace only a dancer could possess. Don’t hate.
I preferred to take a hot bath after dance class to help relax my muscles, but I sure didn’t feel up to fighting a dirt ring before I could sit down in his tub. A shower it was.
I left the bathroom ten minutes later smelling like soap, with a plush, oversized gray towel wrapped securely around my damp body.
“Damn, I’m tired,” I sighed, drawing the words out as I lay down beside Rah on his king-sized water bed.
He was lying back smoking yet another blunt as he watched the ten o’clock news on WWOR-TV. Probably trying to see if any of his friends were arrested today or getting a heads-up on the latest police technology. He offered me the blunt, but I declined. Still, that didn’t stop me from catching a contact. Second-hand smoke is second-hand smoke.
Soon my lids felt heavy, and I watched through half-closed eyes as Rah rolled off the bed and left the bedroom. I heard when he came back, but I still jumped in surprise at the sudden feel of something cold and metal against my neck.
My eyes flew open, and I shot up in bed. A delicate gold and diamond chain with a matching cross pendant dropped into my lap.
Bling .
Now see, that’s what I’m talking about.
I loved it. This was so much classier than all the other ghetto jewelry he gave me—which I also loved, but there was a time and place for everything. I could actually wear this one to my internship.
I removed the Bismarck chain I was wearing and clasped my new one around my slender neck, already picturing all the new V-neck shirts I would buy to wear with my new trinket. Every wall in Rah’s bedroom was covered in mirrors, so any way I turned I saw my reflection. That chain and diamond pendant looked good as hell against my smooth caramel skin.
“Ooh, Rah, this is just too delicious. Thank you, baby.”
When he didn’t respond, I turned to see him busy rolling another blunt over by his black marble dresser.
I lay back sprawled in the middle of the bed, licking my lips as my hand rubbed a trail from my thighs up to my small but firm round breasts.
“That’s what I’m talkin’
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