Rayqelle's Revenge ---Book 1--- Special Holiday Edition (Ratchet) Read Online Free PDF Page B

choices. In New York City you grow yo’ ass up quick, fast, and in a hurry! I thought L.A. was tough... All I had to depend on was me but I surprised myself. I realized that I had talents and abilities that I wasn’t even aware of, like this amazin’ power over men! I started to find that men just wanted to be around me and would pay alotta money for the privilege. I learned to do what I had to do to survive and I even learned how to get rich doin’ it.”
    Iesha and I both sat in an awkward silence for about 5 seconds. Then she said, “Well girl, don’t just sit there and hold the damn phone. Are you still there? At least say somethin’. Please? Hello? I knew I shouldn’t have told you. I just thought you of all people would understand…”
    Finally I responded. “Are you tellin’ me that rich men are payin’ you for yo’ time, company, and conversation; or are you really sayin’ that they are payin’ for the coochie? Cuz’, either way you must be handin’ out refunds left and right.” We both laughed uncontrollably. The same way we did when we were roommates in college.
     
    I said, “Look girl, I ain’t mad at you. At least you are gettin’ paid. Shit, most bitches out here fuckin’ for free; givin’ the pussy to a nigga that ought to be payin’ for it anyway! At least you are smart enough to realize that ain’t a damn thang free and if a mutha’fucka wanna play, he damn sho’ gots to pay! Shit, I ain’t about to sit up here and judge you. We both know that I would be a hypocrite. I know you remember everything we use to get into and the games we use to run. So I would never judge you but seriously, I just gotta’ ask, why? I thought you said that once you got’cho’ degree you were through with that shit. You said you would never go back to gamin’ no matter what,” I reminded her.
    Iesha paused.
    “Sure… I could go to work for some fortune 500 company, punchin’ a clock, pretendin’ to fit into their neat little corporate box but I’m smarter than that. That’s not me; it never has been and never will be. Plus, last year I made over $250,000” Iesha bragged.
    I said “Damn! That’s alotta’ coochie.”
     
    “Girl… You ain’t never lied!” She said as we laughed again.
    “That’s enough about me for now. Tell me all about you and Mr. Chance. How did you land that sexy ass nigga? I know his ass gotta’ be paid,” Iesha asked curiously.
     
    “Girl, why is everything with you always about money? It’s not even about that with Chance. Look, I spent years running from love; gettin’ wit’ niggas cuz’ I thought they had this or that. The crazy thing is I was runnin’ game on them while they thought they were runnin’ game on me! Yeah, sure Chance is doin’ well as an artist and his family has money but I got my own shit! I learned a long time ago not to depend on nobody but me. Shit, fuckin’ wit’ Tico taught me that,” I said. Tico Vega was my ex-boyfriend from college. He was a small time dope boy, wanna-be-pimp from Watts, who thought he was doin’ big thangz. He was one of the biggest mistakes of my life and I have made some big mistakes! 
     
    “So, how did you meet Chance anyway?” Iesha asked.
    “Well, I was with some friends at the Chicago Arts Invitational; one of their paintings was on exhibit. Chance was also being honored as one of Chicago’s most talented new artists. He was fine as hell in that black tuxedo and I just had to meet his ass. One of the girls I was with just happened to know him from school, so she introduced us. We hit it off, and the rest, as they say is history.” I explained.
    “What? Girl, that had to be the first time in yo’ life you ever took a chance,” Iesha said jokingly.
     
    “Well, how is it? Iesha asked.
    “How is what?” I responded.
    “Girl, don’t make me jump through this damn phone and choke you! How is the sex? Is it good? He looks like he’s gotta’ big dick,” Iesha asked. I knew it wouldn’t