Chapter 2 #2
I was finishing up my fourth drink after polishing off my hot wings when I noticed the housekeeping manager, Ms. More, talking to one of her coworkers near the restrooms. I couldn’t help but acknowledge how beautiful she was.
Her brown skin was flawless and unblemished, and she had some long, thick ass hair that was up in a high swinging ponytail.
Lil mama was super thick in all the right places, and her body filled out that suit she was wearing.
That shit had a nigga lowkey salivating. Everything was perfectly proportioned.
It’d been a minute since I openly lusted over a woman because I’d come to the realization a while ago that bitches only wanted whatever they could get out of you, and once they had it, they were gone.
For some reason, I seemed only to attract the women who had ulterior motives and wanted to chase their own ambitions while using me to do it.
It was always good up until they found out who my family was, then the relationship literally shifted then took a deep plunge after.
It would stop becoming about me and all about my family, which was the biggest turn off ever.
Fucking with me was dangerous enough, the last thing I wanted or needed was a snake ass bitch around me for all the wrong reasons.
After numerous failed relationships and years of trying to find “thae one” I finally saw shit for what it was and became perfectly fine with having noncommittal relationships with women who were just there for a fun time and not a long one.
I had a nice rotation going, and if it wasn’t for sex, then we didn’t kick it.
For a minute, I contemplated on calling Liza and having her come out to New York for the night but quickly disregarded it when I remembered our last conversation about “Where our relationship is going.” A nigga didn’t need that type of headache tonight, so I dismissed that thought as quickly as it came and stood up to pay the tab.
Those drinks were running through me and halfway to the VIP Lounge exit, I realized that I had to take a piss real bad and wouldn’t make it up to my suite.
I took a detour and ducked off into the lounge bathroom, racing into the first stall that I saw.
Dick already in hand, I bumped into Ms. More’s fine ass, startling us both.
“Oh my God! I’m—I’m so sorry.” Shorty looked so damn frightened she almost slipped, but I caught her with my free hand just as a little bit of piss trickled out onto the bathroom floor.
I hobbled closer to the toilet to catch the rest, lowkey embarrassed as fuck.
A nigga was really holding her with one hand while holding my dick with the other. That shit was shootin’ out for real.
“Shit. My fault, shorty. I didn’t even see you in here.” I caught her eyes bulge as she stared at my dick before quickly looking away.
“It’s—It’s okay. It’s my fault. I usually put the sign up, letting the patrons know when the bathroom is being serviced.
I’m only supposed to be inspecting the restrooms, but the toilet wasn’t done correctly, so I was cleaning it over again.
And now I’m rambling while you’re standing here peeing.
.. so, again, I’m so sorry. Ummm… I’ll be back to clean this up.
Excuse me.” She rushed out of the stall, accidentally bumping into the door on her way out.
“Aye, you ain’t gotta clean up my piss, shorty. Just let me finish up, and I’ll mop the floor for you—”
“No, it’s okay. That’s literally my job, Mr. Porter.”
“Legacy.”
“Huh?” She frowned.
“My name is Legacy. My pops is Mr. Porter,” I laughed and flushed the toilet.
“Well, that’s okay, Legacy. It’s my job to make sure that everything is cleaned properly so I got it.”
“Well, if Alexandra were here and saw me allowing a beautiful woman to clean up my piss from off the floor, she’d kick my ass. So, again, point me in the direction of the mop and I got it.”
This time, she giggled a cute ass laugh. “Who’s Alexandra?”
“My mama, and shorty, she don’t play,” I warned her.
Nodding in agreement, Ms. More stood silently while I washed and dried my hands at the sink.
When I was done, she disappeared for a few minutes then returned, wheeling in a mop bucket with the mop sticking out.
After gloving up, I kept my promise and carefully cleaned then mopped the bathroom floor that I had pissed on but ended up mopping the whole shit.
Once I was satisfied with my work, I rewashed my hands before assisting Ms. More by pushing the mop bucket into the hallway.
“Thank you. I really appreciate the help Mr—I mean, Legacy.” Ms. More smiled, making me do the same.
“No problem. Enjoy the rest of your night.”
“You too.”
This time, I successfully left the VIP Lounge and made my way upstairs to my suite where I took a nice, long, hot shower to wash the day’s events off of me.
When I got out, I threw on a clean wife beater, boxers, and a pair of pajama pants then ordered dinner through room service.
I was sprawled out comfortably in the king sized bed, flipping through the channels, and trying my hardest to stay awake when my phone rang. Seeing my brother’s name made me smile.
“Yooo,” I answered.
“What’s good, Van Gogh?” Logic joked.
“Yeah, aiight, nigga. Keep playing,” I laughed.
“Nah, I’m just fucking with you. How was your meeting though? Aubrey handled everything well?”
“Mannn, did she! Ole girl is a pitbull for real, bruh. Good looking for plugging me in with her for real.”
“You know I got you, big brother. So, tell me about this solo exhibition shit, big money.”
I broke everything down to him, telling him word for word what Jack had told us earlier, and just like my biggest supporter, he was all ears.
Out of everyone in my family, Logic was the only one who really supported my dream and didn’t have any slick comments about it.
That’s not to say that my parents didn’t respect my shit, but they felt like I should’ve carried the family tradition and went into politics or law.
Don’t get me wrong, I loved my parents to death and would do anything in the world for them, but I wasn’t catering to anyone else but me.
They say that you only got one life to live, so I was going to live mine on my terms, my way, and unapologetically as fuck.
After chopping it up with my baby brother, room service finally arrived and my stomach was grumbling. I smashed my food, brushed my teeth, then drifted off to sleep with Ms. More’s fine ass on my mind.