Chapter 64 Hmm. Since I was thirteen.
real hustle. Was always just content was scoring the same amount of work. For years. Like he planned on selling dope, at the same level, for the rest of his life. And those type of niggas don’t usually have a girl like you.”
My lashes futtered. “And what’s a girl like me?”
“Something, fine, sexy, and fucking gorgeous. The type that should be a woman of leisure. With a cleaning service. Kicking her feet up, and just being pretty. For a paid man like myself.”
I laughed. “Well, that was blunt.” “Shit, you aint heard nothing yet.”
My eyes brightened. “What is that supposed to mean?” “It means that I’m just getting started, baby.”
“Wait a minute. Are you trying to flirt with me?”
“I aint trying to do shit.” He locked eyes with me. “I think you
fine as shit. I’m trying to see what’s up with cha.”
Gradually, I shook my head. “You cool or whatever, but I’m not that type of girl, Face. I got a man.”
“A man in jail,” he added. “Should that matter?”
He briefly paused. “I guess you got a point. How long you been with that nigga?”
“Hmm. Since I was thirteen.”
“Thirteen?” He frowned. “You bullshitting?”
“Nope. I got with him when I was in the seventh grade. He literally took me to my senior prom.”
Face furrowed a brow. “He took your virginity?” “Yes. He’s my first…and only.”
His jaw dropped. “You joking, right?” “No.” I grimaced. “I’m dead ass serious.”
“Man, I didn’t think that girls like you existed.”
“Well, I can’t vouch for the girls. I can only speak for myself.
And I’m one of a kind, baby.”