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I let out an annoyed sigh and contemplated whether I should just keep walking and pretend that I didn’t hear him, or just turn around and make this conversation short and sweet. I decided on the latter, even though his ass gave me the creeps.
“Hey, I was in there finishing up some paperwork, but I’m going to head out now,” I said, hoping that he’d catch the hint that I was trying to leave.
“Oh, okay, that’s cool. You never got back to me with your answer,” James said.
“My answer about what?”
“You told me that you would let me know if I could take you out on a date.”
“James, you’re a nice guy, but I’m going to have to pass on that one. I have a lot going on right now with me, and honestly, I don’t need any distractions. But, one day, if we’re both free, we can go to lunch on our break. Not a date or anything, just two coworkers going out together and having lunch,” I told him. I needed to make it clear that it wasn’t going to be anything more than that.
James was a cute guy and all, he just wasn’t my type. Hell, I didn’t even know what the fuck my type was. All I knew was that James was Hispanic and I really wasn’t into dating Hispanic or white guys. It’s crazy because I’m half Puerto Rican, but if I were to get a boyfriend, I would prefer him to be black. I need someone who could handle me and wouldn’t get scared and run off like a little bitch. I’ll admit, I am mean as fuck and I have a bad attitude, and not everyone can put up with someone as fierce as myself. I was getting older, though, and I knew that I needed to start dating because I didn’t want to die an old, bitter bitch. It’s just that all the niggas I came across were so fuckin’ lame! Wait, let me rewind that because Diandre was a lot of things, but the nigga wasn’t lame. He was just cocky as hell and we wouldn’t be good for each other. I could already tell.
“Okay, I’ll be looking forward to it,” James said.
I nodded and headed for the elevator and took it down to the 1st floor, which was the parking garage. I made sure I had my taser out and my keys in my hand. It was so dangerous to walk inside of a parking garage at night, especially for a woman, but this was the only parking area we had. I got inside my jeep, quickly locked the doors and pulled out of my parking spot. For some reason, I was craving some yellow rice, fried lobster tail, shrimp, and macaroni and cheese from Finga Lickin. So, that’s where I decided to head.
Thirty minutes later, I pulled up to the hood and parked my car right in front. I dreaded getting out because it was plenty of niggas standing out front, and as a woman, I hated walking past a group of men by myself.
I sucked my teeth, took my blazer off and set it down in the passenger seat. That left me wearing a pair of high waist jeans from Guess and a white Guess tank that I had tu
cked in. It was Friday, so I always wore jeans on Friday. I had a pair of gold Balenciaga pumps on my feet and my long honey brown hair hung in a part down the middle, resting just above my ass. I grabbed my purse, shut the car off and got out of the car. I locked it, and as soon as the niggas saw me, they started howling like a bunch of wild animals. This is why I didn’t even want to get out the damn car. Shit like this never fails.
Chapter 4: Dre
I was standing outside of Finga Lickin with a few of my niggas that I knew from around the way when I heard a whole bunch of howling and shit. If you from Miami, then you know when you hear a bunch of niggas making loud ass noises like that, it clearly means that a bad bitch just appeared. I tried my best to look over there because it was a bunch of niggas surrounding the figure, and finally, about five niggas rushed to open the door for her. When I saw that sexy ass walk, in those tight ass jeans, I already knew that it was my future wife.
“I’m coming back,” I said to the group of niggas that I was talking to.
I made my way inside the restaurant and watched as she walked up to the counter and ordered her food. If it was even humanly possible, she looked even better than she did the last time I saw her. This shit I was doing was way out of my league because I was never the type of nigga to chase after no bitch, no matter how fine she was. I was used to bitches willingly handing me the pussy without even knowing their names. But lil mama was different. Shit, I didn’t even know if she was feeling a nigga or not because her ass was so damn mean. She’s probably used to running these scary ass niggas away with all of that attitude, but I could handle her ass for sure. Besides, nobody’s attitude was worse than mine.
“Okay, your total will be seventeen eighty-three,” the worker said from behind the counter.
I watched as Toya went inside her purse to pay for her meal, but I quickly reached in my back pocket and searched through my money that I had wrapped around a rubber band and tried to find the smallest bill I had. Finally, I came across a fifty-dollar bill and I gave it to the cashier.
“Here, take it out of this,” I said.
Toya turned around and looked at me as my tall frame stood over her effortlessly. I wanted so badly to wrap my arms around her tiny ass waist, place her ass on the print of my dick, and just hold her there. But I knew without a doubt that she would probably slap the shit out of my ass for trying her like that.
“Do I look like I need you to pay for my food?” she asked me, frowning up her beautiful face.
“No, in fact, you look like you could buy every motha fucka in here dinner, but let me do something nice for you,” I said.
Instead, of us having a debate in the middle of the restaurant, she obliged and let me pay for her dinner. I handed the cashier the money and she held it up to make sure it was legit. Seconds later, she handed me my change back. For the two times that I’ve been around Toya, she straight played my ass and was mean as hell to a nigga, but I could actually look at her right now and tell that she was mean for a reason. I could tell that something was bothering her and I wanted to know her story. I wanted to know the cause of her attitude. I wanted to meet the niggas that shitted on her, so I could personally thank them for sending her fine ass my way.
“What’s wrong with you?” I asked her once we stepped to the side and waited for her food to be ready.
“What makes you think that something is wrong with me? And even it was something, why would I tell you?” she asked, folding her arms across her chest and looking me dead in the eyes. Those grey eyes were going to be my weakness. Eyes like that, she was going to fuck around and get anything she wanted from me.
“Damn, you tough, but I’m not your enemy, lil mama, so you ain’t gotta be so mean to a nigga,” I said to her.
She let out a sigh and turned back around, standing directly in front of me, and we waited in silence until they called her to get her food. They had already called me moments before her, but I just wanted to make sure she made it back to the car safely because those thirsty ass niggas were still standing out front. When I think about it, shit, I was coming off thirsty too because lil mama has made it clear to me that she wasn’t fuckin’ with me like that, and I was still trying to pursue her. I held both our bags in my hands and let her walk in front of me as we headed for the entrance. When we made it to the door, I reached over her and opened the door for her to walk out. As soon as we stepped foot outside, all eyes were on us.
“Damn, Dre, that’s you, nigga?” my lil nigga Pete asked me, referring to Toya.
Her back was turned to me so I flashed a big ass smile, showcasing a mouth full of golds and nodded my head yes.
“Lil mama bad as hell, but she got an attitude on her,” another nigga yelled.
