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“If it’s good, Ima eat it. I clean up my plate at all times, ma. You’ll see,” I said, meaning that in two different ways, but I’m sure it went over her head.
“Where are you coming from? Work?” she questioned, not even responding to what I said.
“Yeah. I been in meetings all day. Sit next to me and let me show you what I’m working on. Bring your food over here,” I said, tugging at the corners of her plate.
Hell, I was just looking for a reason to have her sit next to me, and she had just given me one.
“Or, you can just pass me your phone across the table. Let me see what you’re working on,” she said.
“Sit right here then. Damn, I ain’t gon’ bite you. Come on!” I said, this time, actually taking her plate and placing it next to me.
She sighed and then came and sat next to me. Feeling satisfied that she was now sitting next to me, I smiled. My phone was resting in my pocket, so I pulled it out and went to the album titled, 2355, which was the address number to the home that Julio and his crew were working on. This was the one that needed the most fixing up.
“This is one of the properties that I’m having remodeled right now. When you see the outside of this house, what’s the first thing you see? Be honest,” I said, showing her the two-story brick home that could really use a lot of work.
It went into foreclosure months ago, so honestly, the shit was really a mess, but it had potential.
“I know exactly where this neighborhood is, and I see the potential. I can only imagine the money that’s going into it for renovation. It’s a beautiful home, though,” she said.
I reached over and started swiping, showing her the things that were being worked on right now.
“The kitchen is going to be fuckin’ beautiful. Brand new everything. I looked at luxury vacation homes, and some of my inspiration came from that. I noticed that when it comes to luxury, a lot of people lean on the whites and the grays, so that’s the color scheme that I’m going for with this home. Brand new, stainless steel everything is going to go into this kitchen. Keep swiping, I want you to see how I had them knock a wall out in the basement, and we’re turning that into a game room. I did my research on the home, and each time, it gave me a family type of vibe, with kids and shit, so I feel like this arcade room is going to top everything off.
“On top of that, two of the bedrooms had drawings and shit on the walls, so I knew that kids lived there when the house went into foreclosure. I wouldn’t think of this as a starter home. By the time we finish working on this house, I can easily see a family living in there for plenty of years,” I said as Normani looked at the video of Julio and his guys when they knocked down the wall in the basement.
“Keep swiping, so you can see the back yard. It looks like shit right now, but we’re going to fix that pool up and shit, put a basketball court out there, and it’s going to be fuckin’ beautiful. It’s going to be the best house on the block. It’s January, and we’re pushing to have everything with this house complete in the next few months. I’m confident in everything I do, so there is no doubt in my mind that this house is going to sell. If I get lucky, we will get multiple offers and go over asking price,” I said.
The excitement was evident in my voice. Years ago, I used to be this excited about drugs and how much money I could make pushing that shit. I never thought I would be anything more than a dope dealer. I wouldn’t say that flipping houses was my calling, but I had a calling for doing anything that was going to generate some money and keep me busy. Maybe my calling was to be a businessman who could easily sell anything. From working on these houses, I knew that when I started selling them, I would get the same rush that I had when I would pick up a drop.
The shit kind of reminded me of my old hustling d
ays. I had to make sure back then that I had the best plug, the best people on my team to cook up the drugs, the best Bandos, etc. With what I was doing now, I needed a good team behind me. I needed good areas to choose from because if I was going to invest my money in this shit, it had to be in areas where I knew that the homes would sell.
I’m telling you, I was eating, sleeping, and breathing this shit. Many nights I stayed up late, coming up with new ideas and shit. I wanted to show that there was another side of me and that I could be legit like the rest of society. On top of that, for the beautiful woman sitting next to me, I knew for a fact that street life would be such a turnoff, so I wanted to prove that I could be a good nigga for her. I may have been a lil’ rough around the edges, but she was a big girl, and something told me that she would know how to keep up with me.
“This is really amazing, Billionaire. I love that you are doing this. I know that once this house finishes up, it’s going to be beautiful. I would love to see it in person once it’s finally done and everything,” Normani let me know.
I clicked out of the album and went to another home, showing her the work that had gone into that one as well. This was the home that I was in the meeting for this morning. Again, Normani congratulated me and told me how good it was that I was doing this. After I showed her all the houses, she handed me my phone back and looked up at me.
“What? You want to kiss me again?” I asked, rolling the wrapping paper up to my sandwich because I was done with it.
“No. Just happy for you, that’s all,” she said and shrugged like it was nothing.
“Kiss me then, if you’re happy for me. That’s the only way I’ll believe you,” I told her.
My arm was draped around the seat, and I was looking down at her. There was a little space between us, so put my hand on her shoulder and pulled her my way, closing the small space that we had for Jesus to sit in the middle of us.
“You believe me, whether I kiss you or not. You’re just looking for a way to get me to kiss you. You pretty much told me that I didn’t know how to kiss anyway, so why would you want another kiss from me?” she asked, making me laugh.
“Then let me teach you the right way. Come here, Normani. Fuck! You gon’ make me beg?” I questioned.
“You were the one who promised to keep your hands to yourself,” she said.
“My hands. I ain’t say shit about my lips. Come here,” I repeated, and this time, she leaned into me.
She placed a quick peck on my lips and tried to move away, but I put my hand on the back of her head, keeping her on me. You couldn’t talk to someone and teach them how to kiss, so I pretty much let my lips and tongue do all the teaching. We were about thirty seconds into it before she was finally on the same rhythm and flow of things as I was. In no time, I had her sucking on my tongue. Her hands were on my shirt, and she was slightly grabbing it. I was feeling the fuck out of this kiss, eyes closed, and everything. My hands were in her hair as I lightly massaged her scalp. She tried to pull away, but I ain’t want her to.
“Nah... where you going?” I spoke into her lips and kissed her again.
