Chapter Seven Trill #2
I was already over this damn dress shirt.
I was ready to take this bitch off and rock my tee.
I’m going to thug it out for a little while though.
The least I could do was show up presentable.
As I approached Ms. Stubborn ass’ door, I heard faint voices.
There was a guy that stood in front of her desk, facing her.
All I saw was his back. Not wanting to interrupt, I knocked on the door lightly.
Wasn’t like I was late or anything. I was actually on time.
“Good afternoon Mr. Carter, you can come on in”, she said, smiling at me politely.
I nodded my head and proceeded to head in.
It wasn’t until then that the guy turned around to face me.
One thing about me, I’ll always remember a name and a face.
I remember dude from being at my shop with shorty with the pink Chevy.
He looked at me as if he was looking at a stranger.
When he knows damn well, we’ve met before.
Old square ass nigga. I thought to myself.
“I’m going to hit your line when I get a break”
“Okay”, was all she said, with an innocent smile.
He took that and was on his way. I looked back at that nigga, irritated as fuck.
I don’t particularly like the way the nigga was looking at me.
You would think I fucked his bitch or something.
I never saw the bitch until she was at the shop the same day as him.
It’s all about the money in my book. I don’t give a damn about the gender, ethnicity, race, none of that shit. Long as the money is green.
“Sorry about that Mr. Carter”
“It’s all good. That’s your brother or some shit?”, I asked.
I got straight to the point with it. The look on that nigga’s face is still on my mental and he just left. I’m already headed to one funeral but if that fuck nigga has an issue, we can plan for a second one.
She laughed lightly before speaking.
“No, he’s my fiancé.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. Allowing the confusion to go down with the lump.
I know I’m not the smartest nigga on the planet.
But I know I just heard her refer to that nigga as her fiancé.
The same way ol girl introduced him at the shop.
I didn’t know how to feel about that shit.
Deep down inside it fucked with me though.
I’m a nigga, and it’s evident when a nigga is playing the field.
To go as far as proposing to two women, yeah that nigga is something different.
Being that he’s a lawyer, I guess that shit fits into his line of work. Being a lying ass nigga is in his DNA.
I’m sure my face expressed all the shit that I was thinking.
It wasn’t my place to say shit though. I was only her client.
I hate that she’s dealing with that shit though.
A woman of her caliber, I know she’s not going for no shit like that.
The only explanation is the fact that she doesn’t know.
Shit is fucked up on many levels. Again though, that shit isn’t my place to speak on.
“Anyway, let’s go ahead and get started. I’m sure you have things to do, being that you requested an earlier time.”
“Yeah, I do have some shit I have to attend.”
She nodded her head, and we proceeded with our usual conversation.
It was like my body was present, but my mind was so damn far away.
Thinking about the fact that I’m about to see my daddy for the first time and he’ll be in a casket.
That’s a fucked up ass way to meet the man that you came from.
I thought about his brother showing up to my shop to inform me about the shit.
The question remained the same, “why now?” I guess I’ll get all of my answers today.
The other shit that was on my mind was Purity.
A lot of times I like to call her ass stubborn.
Looking at her right now, I see her for the woman that she is.
A woman blinded by the very person that’s supposed to love her.
Thinking that shit is sweet with a nigga like that, only it’s sour as fuck. I feel sorry for her.
Now that I think about it, the nigga was probably looking at me like that because he’s scared, I would give his ass away.
That ain’t my game. I ain’t the type of nigga to throw salt on the next nigga for whatever reason.
My mama taught me as a child, what’s done in the dark will come to the light.
Shit will catch up to that nigga in due time.
It wouldn’t be nothing no one will have to do.
I didn’t have to shit on him in order for me to get play out of her.
That shit would solely be on her judgement alone.
I left my piss in the bathroom and went to let Purity know that I finished up. She thanked me, and I took that as the ending to our session for the day. I turned around to head out of the door when she halted me.
“Mr. Carter”
“What’s up”
“The dress shirt looks nice on you”
I smiled to myself before thanking her. I didn’t know how to feel about it when I got dressed earlier.
Knowing that she thinks it looks good definitely made me feel better about it.
This is all outside of my norm. Today though, I wanted to try something different considering the circumstances.
I guess change isn’t so bad after all. Might have to switch it up like this more often.
After saying my goodbyes to her, I thanked her for her time before heading to the funeral.