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HOME – 6:10 p.m.
I could hear Sway singing to Megan Thee Stallion’s “Hot Girl Summer” as I placed my key card into the slot. She quickly turned. “Hey, baby!” With the big spoon in hand, she danced towards me, placing a kiss to my lips. “The food is done. Are you hungry?”
“I can’t wait. I could smell the seasonings all the way down the hall as soon as I got off the elevator.” I peeked into the open skillet. “It looks good, too.”
“Go wash up. I’ll have everything ready for you.”
Sway had her new clothes all laid out. She’d removed the tags on some and had reorganized the closet. I noticed a nice, classy black dress hanging towards the front.
I walked into the bathroom to take a quick piss, but as if punched in the gut, I began to cramp. It was sudden and unrelenting. There was no way I was going to be able to hold it.
I’d thought about who would eventually be the first to go. I definitely wanted it to be her.
As if in a jailhouse, I’d flushed between each piece, followed with a blast of Febreze, Linen and Sky.
I then removed my clothes and took a long, hot shower.
The room was chilly when I came out. Sway had opened the windows to the edges of the frames. A sickening, embarrassing feeling had come over me.
After applying a quick coat of lotion, I grabbed some sweats and a shirt and took a seat at the kitchenette table. “There’s my sexy daddy. How did you do out there today?” She set a plate of pasta in front of me. “Is that enough?”
“Yeah, that’s plenty… You’re not going to believe who I ran into.”
“Who?”
Sway held the steaming pan, spooning meatballs and sauce onto the pile. “Whoa… That’s good.” I took my fork and mixed some together before giving it a taste. “Wow, this is fucking delicious. I thought I was going to need to add some salt or something.” I carved a meatball into four. “Oh shit! This is unbelievable, Sway! You’re a fantastic cook!”
She bounced happily. “I love cooking too.”
“By the way, that’s a bad ass dress.”
“You like it? It was on sale. I just got it in case we go somewhere.”
“Your timing is perfect…”
“Perfect…?”
“So, I did my thing with Dan, and as I was about to leave, who pulls up? Mandy.”
“Mandy?!”
“She’s in a bad way. Rosebud came down hard on her. She’s all fucked up. And he’s picking up his money between each trick. He’s not letting her hold shit.
“She came to me trying to hit me up for a bump.”
“Did you give her one?”
“I gave her the two forties I had.”
“You gave them to her?”
“She owes me… I wasn’t supposed to have extra with me anyway. Not when I meet up with Dan. I figured fuck it. I’ll probably never see that money, though.”
“You felt sorry for her or something?”
“No… As long as she owes me, we probably won’t have to deal with her.” I wolfed down another mouthful. “Enough about Mandy.”
LONGHORN ICEHOUSE PARKING LOT – 8:48 p.m.
Solo drove up with her lights off. She exited, heading towards our passenger side. After noticing Sway, she stutter-stepped, changing her direction. I lowered my window. “Andre, I see you got your girlfriend with you again.” She looked across to Sway. “Hey, gorgeous.”
“Hello.”
Solo swapped three single hundreds for three bigs. “Thanks.” I handed the bills to Sway.
“I may call you later if you’re up. They may want some more. It’ll be around three or four, but it’s not for sure, though.”
“Text me… We’ll go from there.”
She looked to Sway and then to me. “I’m entertaining a married couple. They’re paying big money, Andre, at least a couple thousand. Sway’s welcome to come. She won’t even have to get down. I’ll do all the work.”
Sway cut in. “I’m good. I appreciate it, though.”
“Alright, let me know. I got to get going.” Solo hurried to her car and sped away.”
As we drove, I sensed something was on Sway’s mind. “What’s up?”
“How well do you know Solo?”
“I’ve been dealing with her a few years now. Why?”
“Bitch is so disrespectful.”
“How? What did she do?”
“She has a pimp, right?”
“Yeah. Lee. Her, Brook, and Roxanne are all with Lee. They buy from me, too. You’ll meet them.”
“You really are just a dope boy… Not a fuck boy either.”
“Where are you going with this?”
“It’s all good.” She reached over, placing her hand on my arm. She looked to me. “This is why I love you so much.”
“Alright…but what are you saying?”
“This is the second time she’s tried to pull me.”
“She’s not trying to pull you. She’s just in her mind, trying to make me some extra money…”
“No, baby, these ho’s are not your friends. All they want to do is impress their pimp. It’s the hos that are the most dangerous. They do the recruiting, the conditioning, the lying and the scheming.
“You’re true to the game. You play by the rules. The game will always be good to you… And so will I.”
Creole Gaudet
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