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  “Fuck! What am I gonna do wit you! Why do you have to be a washed up ass addict? Why couldn’t I have a mother who cares for me? I hate you!” Yvette cried as she stood over her.

  As she yelled at her mother, she saw a black Lexus pull up in front of the house and park.

  “Fuck you doin’, young?” Seven, Chris’s sister asked when they parked. Seven’s tiny neat braids dressed her head. Although everything about her mannerisms resembled a boy, she was extremely pretty and possessed a smooth brown complexion. “You know we gotta get to the Terrace and pick up that stack.”

  “Slim, we up the street, fall back. We gonna get there,” Chris said placing her hazard lights on.

  “Oh…I see what you doin,” Seven said looking at the short girl with big titties trying to pull another woman inside a car. “Always chasin’ bitches.”

  “Shut your dyke ass up!” Chris said exiting the car. “I be right back.”

  When Chris got out, she walked up to Yvette who was struggling to put her mother inside her white Infiniti.

  “You need help with your folks?” Chris asked walking up to Yvette from behind.

  “No! I got it myself.”

  When Yvette finally looked at Chris, her heart skipped a few beats. The tall girl with light brown eyes made her melt. She’d never looked at another woman sexually but was attracted to Chris instantly. Her vanilla complexion and neat row braids added charm to her persona.

  “You sure?” Chris lifted her mother up anyway, and with one scoop, placed her inside the car. “You look like you strugglin’, sweetheart.”

  When Loretta was inside, Chris looked at Yvette and caught her smiling at her.

  “You aight, cutie?” Chris asked.

  “Oh…uh…yes, I’m fine.”

  “You sure? Cuz you look out of it.”

  “I’m…I’m…fine.”

  “Cool…so what’s your name?”

  “Why?! I’m not gay!” she yelled realizing quickly how ridiculous she sounded.

  “Whoa!” Chris said with her hands extended in front of her. “All I asked was your name, ma. I wasn’t tryin’ to get wit’ you.”

  “Oh.”

  “Not yet anyway,” Chris winked. Yvette didn’t respond. “So what’s your name? You do have one don’t you?” she smiled.

  “Oh…yes, I’m sorry. Yvette. My name’s Yvette.”

  “Aight, Yvette, where you takin’ her?”

  “Why?”

  “Cuz I know somebody who might be able to help you get her together. My aunt went there a few years ago and she been clean ever since. Now she work there. It’s a small place in Baltimore that not a lot of people know about. The joint kinda illegal, but it works.” Chris took her Blackberry off of her hip and scrolled through her contact list. “The number is 4…1…0…,” she stopped when she saw Yvette wasn’t recording the number. “You gotta phone?”

  “Yes,” Yvette said still caught off guard by her attraction to Chris. “I’m ready.”

  “Look, why don’t we do this. You take my number, and when you get a chance give me a call. I’ll tell you more about the spot. That way you can make sure it’s the right place for your peoples. Cool?” Before she could respond Seven laid into the horn like she’d lost her mind.

  “Slim, are you serious?! I’m comin’” Chris yelled.

  “Well hurry the fuck up den, nigga!” Chris ignored her. “Call me anytime, Yvette. I mean that. And don’t worry…I know shit seem fucked up right now, but they’ll get better. You too pretty to be frownin’.”

  When Chris walked off, Yvette didn’t leave her position until Chris was out of sight. She couldn’t describe the feeling she felt around her. She’d felt that feeling one other time in her life and that was with Thick.

  Yvette took her mother to the rehab center and two large men came and took Loretta away. Yvette didn’t mind taking a chance with an illegal facility because the last time she placed her mother in a traditional rehab; she made a crawl space under the wired fence and ripped the skin on her back to shreds trying to escape.

  After leaving rehab, Yvette and Chris hung. What started out being days together ended up being months. And before long, they purchased a luxury apartment in Georgetown DC. They’d been together ever since.

  Present Time

  “There go my, bitch,” Chris says as she pushed me up against the door and giving me an extra wet kiss. I taste the liquor on her breath and I am aroused. I love when we have drunk sex. “Why you keep me waitin’ so long, Vette?”

  Before I answer she takes off my coat and flings it to the floor. Once my jeans are down she runs her warm tongue in and out of my wet pussy. I bite my bottom lip to prevent my neighbors from hearing our dirty little secret. It doesn’t take long before my love oil eases out of my body. She’s a pro.

  “You are a trip,” I say trying to regain my composure as I pull up my jeans.

  She doesn’t respond…she just straightens her clothes and dishes our plates. Placing the dishes on the new table she says, “What are you looking at?”

  “What you think I’m looking at?”

  “I don’t know but if you keep staring like that, I’ma find out.”

  “I tapped out a long time ago,” I tell her trying to come down off of my sexual high. “You are too much for me.”

  “Don’t say stuff you don’t mean,” she winks.

  We are eating at the table when she says, “So was today the day?”

  My stomach flips and I try to act like I don’t know what she’s talking about even though I do.

  “What you talkin’ about, Chris?” I ask looking up from my meal.

  “You know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout. When you goin’ tell your friends ‘bout us? When you goin’ stop playin’ games and let them know we together?” her fork drops in her plate and she sits back in her chair.

  “I will, Chris. But you can’t rush me.”

  “We been fuckin’ wit’ each other almost two years now. And they still don’t know ‘bout me. So how is that rushin’ you?”

  “Chris, please!” I say getting up from the table. I stand in front of the window and look down at our empire. For a brief moment, I question my sexuality and my life. “As long as you keep eatin’ this pussy right…we good.”

  “Who you talkin’ to like that?” she asks walking up to me.

  In life I’m known as the hardcore bitch. And don’t get it twisted, I still am, but there’s something about Chris I respect and at times I find myself backing down.

  “I’m sorry, baby,” I say turning around to face her. “I’m just frustrated. My love for you should be enough.”

  “That’s not it,” she says rubbing my shoulders. “I’m tired of being a secret, Yvette. I’m ready to be a part of your whole life.”

  I look into her brown eyes and feel sad about my embarrassment of our relationship.

  “I’ll tell them this week.”

  “For real?!” She asks and her eyes widen.

  “For real,” I say kissing her lips. “I’ll tell them before we leave Emerald.” I can smell my sweet love juice on her mouth and get aroused again. “But right now,” I continue walking her to the dining room chair. “Let me return the favor you gave me earlier.”

  As I pull down her jeans, move her boxer briefs to the side and lick her wetness, my stomach flutters. Who knew I’d take pleasure in being with a woman. I don’t know how I ended up here, but here is where I belong.

  Kenyetta

  “Whatever you need me to be I will be.”

  I had an hour to meet my friends at the community center inside of Emerald City. We had a lot to discuss about our day to day operations. But before doing anything, I jumped back into my car and took a drive a few blocks down to Tyland Towers to see BW. I know it’s fucked up of me to be dealing with a competitor, but it is what it is. You can’t help who you love now can you? Anyway, he said he had something important to talk to me about tomorrow but I can’t wait. I have to know now! This rolle
r coaster relationship is killing me! At times I wish he wasn’t in my life, but I’m in too deep and can’t turn back now.

  1 Year Earlier

  “Sir, I’m tryin’ to be nice but you’re making it hard. Where is my car?” Kenyetta asked the salesperson at the counter in Sparkles detail shop.

  “What kind of car you got again?” the overweight man responded, the tip of his nails black with oil and soot.

  “The red Volvo with the tinted windows.”

  “Oh yeah,” he said looking through a few sheets of paper on a worn out clipboard. “You got one more person in front of you and then you should be good.”

  “One more person in front of me? But I was the first one here this morning.”

  “Like I said you got one more person in front of you,” he said angrily without regard for her feelings. “Wait or get your car the fuck out of here!”

  Kenyetta threw her weight in the grungy orange plastic seat and tried to prevent the tears from escaping her eyes. Dyson’s funeral was in an hour and it didn’t look like she was going to make it. She found out about it days earlier and although they weren’t together, she couldn’t wrap her mind around him being gone. The news came to her suddenly while on the steps of Unit C.

  “Hey, Yvette,” Aleed said, walking up to her. “I don’t know if ya’ll know yet, but somebody killed Dyson.”

  “What?” Yvette said. “Who told you that?”

  “Everybody’s talkin’ about it,” he said slowly looking at Kenyetta. “I just thought ya’ll should know.” When Aleed left they looked at Kenyetta with concern.

  “I’m fine,” she told them before they asked. “It ain’t like we were together or nothin’. It’s been over between us.”

  Kenyetta tried to keep her head up, but when she left their sight she cried herself to sleep. She didn’t bother telling them she was going to the funeral. She wanted the last moments she’d spend with Dyson to be alone. And now here she was, stuck in the detail shop, wondering if that moment would ever happen.

  While sitting in her seat pouting, the door to the shop flung open. An extremely tall and stocky man walked in wearing blue jeans, butter colored timberlands and a black leather coat. His skin was dark and his hair was neatly cut. He had swag and build like Biggie did when he had money. A white hand towel rested on his shoulder and he wiped the sweat off of his head with it periodically. Although Dyson was considered more attractive, the stranger still had sex appeal.

  “My ride ready, playa?” he asked the man at the counter.

  “You know we got you. Give me a second.” Seeing this, Kenyetta stood up and walked hurriedly to the counter.

  “Hold up, why is his car ready before mine?”

  “He was here before you.”

  “Bullshit! I’m sick of you!”

  “You know what…I’m tired of your shit too,” the sales person barked. “Take your car and get the hell out of my shop!”

  He flung the keys to Kenyetta and she snatched them off the counter and said, “You betta hope I get over this by the time I get to my car because you don’t know who you fuckin’ wit’.”

  Kenyetta pushed the glass door open and stormed outside. Without asking, she stormed in the back disregarding everyone who was working there to get her car. Five men who were inside moved out of the way of the line of her rage.

  “Can I help you?” one of them asked.

  “Get the fuck out my face. You don’t know me!” She jumped inside of her car and was preparing to pull off when Black Water blocked her path.

  “Excuse me?!” she yelled outside of her driver’s window. “You betta get out of my way before I run your ass ova!”

  “You not gonna do that,” he smiled. His teeth were white and she loved his smile.

  “I’m serious. I’m not in a good mood.”

  “Why don’t you get out and talk to me for a second?”

  Kenyetta exited her ride and walked up to him. Although she was 5’7, he had almost a foot over her with her heels.

  “What is your problem?” she asked with her hand on her hip and her Louis Vuitton purse on her shoulder.

  “Calm down, ma. You too pretty to be so mad.”

  “There’s no such thing,” she corrected him. “And I’m tired of niggas tellin’ me I’m too pretty to do this…and I’m too pretty to do that!”

  “Maybe you tired of hearing it because it’s true.”

  “No! What I’m tired of is being taken advantage of because of the way I look. All I wanted was to get my car washed and it’s obvious that’s not happening.”

  “Hey, get that car done in ten minutes and I’ll pay ya’ll double,” Black said ignoring her momentarily. She turned around and saw all men stopping their conversation, to tend to her car.

  “What’s goin’ on?”

  “What you think goin’ on? They cleanin’ your ride.”

  “I’m not payin’ these mothafucka’s shit! I been in here all day!”

  “Don’t worry ‘bout that. They goin’ take care of you and then you’ll be free to go wherever you goin’. Cool?”

  Kenyetta immediately took comfort in his take control kind of personality. He reminded her of Dyson in that way.

  “You know what, right now, I don’t even care,” she told him.

  “So where you goin’, Kenyetta?”

  Because she hadn’t told him her name, she became defensive thinking this was a set up.

  “How you know my name?” she asked sticking her hand in her purse, touching her weapon. She wouldn’t hesitate putting a bullet through his face if she had to. “I didn’t tell you my name!”

  “Calm down. I saw your name on the sign in sheet inside the shop,” he saw her remove her hand from her bag. “Why you so uptight? You involved in some illegal shit or somethin’?”

  “No…uh….why you say that?”

  “Cause that’s how you actin’ diggin’ in your purse and shit. What you got in that bag, ma?” She didn’t respond. “You real hostile.”

  “I know,” she laughed softly. “And I’m sorry about my attitude. It’s been a long morning and I have a lot to do.”

  “Let me help clear your mind,” he said taking a few strands of her hair into his hand without asking. “I love black women with silky hair like this.”

  “You awfully touchy feely,” she said moving her head so that her hair escaped his grip.

  “Naw, I just go after what I want.”

  “And what you want is me?” she sounded more hopeful than she wanted to.

  “I like what I like,” he said towering over her. “I also know if you got a man, he ‘bout to not exist.”

  His comment brought her back to reality and she remembered Dyson’s funeral. Although they weren’t together when he was murdered, he was the last man she had.

  “Uh…listen, I’m sorry but I have to leave.”

  “What you late for a funeral or somethin’?”

  “I have to go,” she repeated avoiding his comment. She smiled when she saw her car was done. “I’ll pay you back for this.”

  “I’m sure you will. And I got your number from Sam at the counter. So when I call, remember the name, BW.”

  “BW, huh?” she smiled. “I guess I’ll wait for that call.”

  “You do that, sweetheart.”

  While driving to the funeral she had to make a call. “Amir, this Kenyetta.”

  “Hey, boss. Everything cool?”

  “Yeah but look, tonight I want you to grab a few men and go to Sparkles. When you get there I want you to teach the owner Sam a lesson.”

  “What kind of lesson? A permanent one?”

  “Naw, but one he’ll never forget. And make sure he knows the message is from me.”

  When she arrived at the funeral, she said her goodbyes and buried the part of her life Dyson still owned. To her it was time for the next chapter and a part of her hoped her new friend, BW, would be in it.

  There’s an old saying, be careful what you wish for.
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  Present Time

  “I’m here, Black. Where are you?”

  “I’m comin’. Just wait,” he says before ending the call.

  As I look at the phone my mind wonders. He’s different with me and I’m afraid. As I sit in my car, I examine my features in the mirror. I wonder if he’s going to reject me and I pray that the beauty he told me I possessed would be enough to keep him.

  He drove up next to me and I moved my Gucci purse from the passenger seat of my car.

  “Come over here,” I smile. “I got the heat on and it’s warm inside.”

  “Get over here and stop fuckin’ around,” he says.

  I pout and say, “I’m comin’ now.”

  I reluctantly get into his black Yukon and wait on his words. “What’s up, BW?” I look into his eyes. “Is everything okay?”

  “Naw…I gotta be real wit’ you ‘bout some things.” My heart races. “I can’t fuck wit’ you no more. It’s over.”

  “Huh? Why?” I’m confused at how he’s talking to me. It’s like he doesn’t care. Like we hadn’t made love almost everyday since we met. “Did I do somethin’ wrong?”

  “I’m just not feelin’ the situation no more, Kenyetta,” his stare is cold. “You got some good pussy and all but you holding back, so I got to let you go.”

  “Please don’t do this. I need you, BW. Whatever you need me to be I will be.” I say touching his knee.

  “I need a full time woman in my life.” Instantly I know what he wants, a child.

  “You know what I do, BW. I have the same responsibilities as you do. Having a baby right now doesn’t work for me. I have an operation to run.”

  “And I don’t?”

  “I’m not sayin’ that, baby. I’m just sayin’ that now is not the time for me to have a child. Just give us some time to work, please. Don’t leave me like this.”

  “It’s over, Kenyetta,” he says coldly.

  “Please…don’t leave me!”

  “I said it’s over…now get the fuck out of my car.”

  I try to touch him and he pushes me away again. His rejection stings and I don’t know what to do or what to feel. And to think, I’m losing him because I don’t want to have a child.