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  Contents

  1. Jabari Brooks

  2. Jashae Johnson

  3. Toddrick “Miami” King

  4. Giovonni “Trip” Young

  5. Jashae Johnson

  6. Mahogany Williams

  7. Jabari Brooks

  8. Taylor Owens

  9. Dino Graham

  10. Toddrick “Miami” King

  11. Jashae Johnson

  12. Jabari Brooks

  13. Giovonni “Trip” Young

  14. Toddrick “Miami” King

  15. Jashae Johnson

  16. Toddrick “Miami” King

  17. Giovonni “Trip” Young

  18. Mahogany Williams

  19. Jashae Johnson

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  Jabari Brooks

  I ain’t never in my fuckin’ life chased after no bitch! Never! I always had the mindset that it was way too many fish in the sea for me to just worry about one, and because of that mindset, I never let a broad get a nigga that vested in them that I felt the need to chase after their asses. Look at my silly ass now!

  It was going on 7:00 P.M, and I had my car parked along the sidewalk right in front of Mahogany’s crib. I was taking a blunt to the head, still in my damn work clothes, and in much need of a shower and some dinner, yet here I was, parked outside this bitch as if I was a fuckin’ detective. Any other bitch, I wouldn’t have done any of this shit. No woman could get me to the point that I would stop my daily schedule just to pop up on her and see what the fuck the problem was.

  Just a few weeks ago, I had Mahogany’s legs pinned behind her head, and my dick buried so fuckin’ deep inside her that it’s a shocker that shit didn’t come out of her damn throat. We did all of that good ass fuckin’, and then her ass just disappeared.

  I didn’t know shit about blocking nobody because I couldn’t care less about shit like that. A little shorty who works at my shop saw me texting Mahogany, and the message on my iPhone didn’t say that it was delivered. That’s when I was told that Mahogany had blocked me. For the life of me, I couldn’t understand why she would do some shit like that. I didn’t do a motha fuckin’ thing wrong to her ass because, in the beginning, we both agreed to what this shit was going to be that she and I were doing. I didn’t owe shorty shit because, at the end of the day, she never asked me to give her anything.

  I wasn’t sure why I had to go through all of these fuckin’ hoops and hurdles to get through to her. I’d always been the type of man to go after something that I want or to not bullshit around something that I feel is a problem, so I had every plan to address the shit. Truth be told, I didn’t even know what time shorty would come home from work. When we were together, we didn’t talk about shit like that. If I had to sit outside this bitch until midnight, then that’s just what I would have to do. If I got hungry, then I would just UberEATS some shit to her house.

  The way I was smoking from this blunt, I knew that it was only a matter of time before my stomach started to rumble. In the middle of me waiting for Mahogany to make it home, my cell phone started ringing from the car. I looked at the name, which showed up on the screen of my car, and it read, Yo-Yo, short for Yolanda. Nothing was serious between Yo-Yo and me. She was to me what a lot of bitches were to me, which was nothing but someone to fuck on after a long day or just because.

  I’ll be the first to come out of my mouth and say that I had a lot of female friends. I loved women. I loved all type of women—thick, small, slim-thick, short, tall. I didn’t discriminate when it came to women. Although I liked all women, a nigga had standards. I wasn’t about to pull up on a bitch in the projects with five kids waiting in the back room while we fucked. I did wild shit like that when I was younger, but these days, I wasn’t pressed to be getting pussy from these women, so I didn’t feel the need to do all of that.

  As much pussy that I done fucked, not one broad can ever fix her mouth and say that she felt my dick bare. It was way too many fuckin’ diseases out here for me to fuck around and be having unprotected sex. Plus, unprotected sex caused babies, and truth be told, I didn’t want any children. I wouldn’t know the first thing to do with a child. That’s why I fucked with Mahogany so much because shorty was on the same time that I was on. At least I thought she was in the beginning.

  Mahogany reminded me a lot of the female version of myself in the beginning. I keep saying the beginning because the fact that she would even block a nigga proves to me that her ass isn’t as tough as she thinks she is. I fucked with Mahogany on some real shit. I could talk all the shit in the world and convince myself all I wanted that she’s just another broad that I was fuckin’, but honestly, she was more to me than that. I let shorty inside my home. I’m not talking about one of those little joints where I go just to fuck either. I’m talking about the same place where I lay my fuckin’ head and pay my damn mortgage.

  I let shorty talk to me crazy, and I didn’t choke her ass out like I probably would have done any other broad. On top of that, I was eating her pussy like that shit was crack. Yeah, I ate pussy before in my past, maybe two or three times, but it wasn’t some shit that I did on a daily basis. With Mahogany, swear I had to taste her before we fucked because her shit tasted just that good.

  Years ago, when I was in my twenties, I let a broad cook dinner for me, and her stupid ass fucked around and put a laxative in the food. Had my ass shitting for hours. After that, I told myself that I would never in my fuckin’ life allow another broad to cook for me, but there I was again, going against the grain and letting Mahogany cook meals for me whenever I hit her and told her to come over. I guess you can say that in the little time I was dealing with her, I became used to her ass. I won’t put my pride all the way to the side and say that I miss her or some shit like that, but something was definitely off in my life without her.

  Five more minutes had gone past, and I saw her car speeding down the street. In no time, she was whipping her car into her driveway. I allowed her to get out of her car first before I turned mine off and got out. The moment her nude, Christian Louboutin heels touched the ground, and her body was fully out of the car, I instantly noticed the change; she’d straightened her hair. Prior to this, Mahogany had a head full of sandy brown curls, and truth be told, that was one of the many things that I actually liked about her dumb ass. I didn’t think another hairstyle would look that good on her because I actually fucked with the curls, but seeing now that she’d flat ironed her hair and that shit was hanging down the middle of her back, a nigga was turned on by that too.

  I wasn’t sure if she could give two fucks about the fact that I had my car parked on the sidewalk, or if she just simply didn’t see me, but she had yet to look my way. Every time I had seen Mahogany, it was always in her club attire, her casual clothing, or just some cute shit she would throw on when she would come to see me. Today, she looked like that lawyer chick that I assumed she was months ago after five minutes of meeting her. Because her skin tone was so high yellow, she looked good as fuck in that yellow blazer with the matching bottoms. I watched her as she opened the back door and retrieved her purse. She then took out a couple of grocery bags that she
’d more than likely just stopped and picked up on her way home from work.

  Seeing her carrying all that shit in her hands, I figured that it was time for me to go ahead and get out. The blunt was already finished, so all I had to do was turn the car off and step out. The moment she heard my car door open, that’s when she shifted her eyes in my direction. Shorty knew it was me because she knew the cars that I drove. She was definitely beefing with me because the moment she saw me, she rolled her eyes extra hard, pushed her hip into the back door to close it, and proceeded to the front door as if she had no plans to stop and say shit to me.

  “Fuck I did to your ass?” was the first thing that I asked her once I was close enough.

  She looked tired, but I wouldn’t say the shit took a toll on how pretty she was.

  “Nothing! You didn’t do nothing. Listen, I just had a long ass day at work, and coming home and talking to you isn’t something that I aspire to do right now. Go and keep another bitch company tonight, Jabari. Move!” she spat and pushed me out of the way.

  Where I stood was kind of preventing her from opening the front door. The smirk fell off my face, and I used my hand to pull down on my beard. She said so little, but shorty still managed to say so much. This was what all of this was about? A bitch.

  “What if you the only bitch I want to keep company tonight?” I asked, not bothering to move out of her way.

  “Then that’s too fuckin’ bad! Move!” she said again, and this time, I took the bags that she had in her hands away from her and moved out of the way.

  Mahogany looked at me long and hard, making it no secret that her ass was pissed off at me, and then she finally fingered the keys that were in her hands and put the key into the lock. In no time, she pushed the door open, and the alarm inside her home went off. Using the remote that she had on her key ring, she quickly shut it off. Once she was done, she turned around to take the grocery bags out of my hands, but I curved her ass, bumping her in the process, as I walked inside her home like I owned this bitch.

  I knew the direction of the kitchen, so that’s the way I walked. I set the bags down on the kitchen island, and then I took a seat. When she finally joined me in the kitchen, her blazer was off, which left her in a silk top with her bottoms. Her heels were no longer on her feet. This time, she wore house shoes. Swear this was an evil ass bitch. I could see that shit all in her eyes, as she walked over to the kitchen island and started taking shit out of the bags. Slamming it whenever she put something in its designated area.

  “You not going to answer my question? Fuck is your problem, yo? Mahogany, I just fucked your silly ass a couple weeks ago! You wasn’t beefing with me when you left my house, so what the fuck you beefing with me now for? You grown, ain’t it? Well, be fuckin’ grown and express what the fuck is wrong with you instead of keeping that shit in like you a little ass girl,” I snapped, finally getting annoyed with her funny acting ass.

  Truth be told, I didn’t too much care for what came with it when she wasn’t fuckin’ with me. Like I said, I’ve become used to her ass.

  “And I told you that I don’t have a problem. Look, can you leave? I’m about to take a shower and get started on dinner,” she went on to say as she placed the palms of her hands on the kitchen island and looked at me through the slits of her eyes.

  “Shorty, I look like I’m in any type of fuckin’ rush to raise up out of here? Go take your little shower, and I’ll be waiting out here, ready to have an adult conversation with your ass when you get back. If it’s a problem, then I want to address it, point blank,” I let her know.

  This time, she didn’t even bother to respond. Those eyes just went to rolling, and she left the kitchen. Her den area was adjacent to her kitchen, so I quickly stood up and headed there. I flopped down on the couch, and for the first time, I actually paid attention to the pictures that she had on the wall and on her entertainment center. There were a couple of pictures of her and an older woman. I assumed that it was her ole girl because they looked alike. There were a lot of pictures of her and Jashae, even her and Giovonte. From the pictures, it was as if they were the only three people in her life.

  When I was around Mahogany, she and I didn’t get deep into shit about life and all that other shit. If we weren’t talking shit to each other, we were somewhere fuckin’. I could be wrong in my theory about her, but I came up with some shit upon meeting her. At the same time, who the fuck was I to form an opinion on somebody else, especially when it probably wasn’t even facts? I diverted my attention away from the pictures and picked up the remote for the TV.

  Truth be told, I wasn’t much of a TV person. I’ll watch a little something here and there before I close my eyes to go to sleep, but I’d never been the type of person to sit up and watch TV. That all came with the way that I was raised. My mama raised me, or rather, she did what she thought was raising. I had a daddy in my life, but that nigga did the bare fuckin’ minimum. Fuck nigga thought that getting me some shoes from the goodwill for a school year was him actually doing something. Not to knock the goodwill because the majority of the shit that I wore as a kid came from there.

  It was the way that his ass would go about it, though. Make it seem like he was doing me a fuckin’ favor and talking down on my ass whenever he did the shit too. He would drop by and visit me as a kid, probably once every two months.

  I swear I didn’t see how him and Miami’s ole boy are brothers because the two of them are like night and day. As a little boy, I used to wish that God would have given me Miami’s daddy and given Miami mine. Because my mama was forced to pretty much raise me on her own, she lived by the term, ‘get it by any means necessary.’ I can’t tell you how many friends or uncles I met as a little boy. Mannn, I can’t tell you the many nights that I had to put a pillow over my head so that I wouldn’t have to listen to my ole girl in the next room getting fucked. A couple of times, I came home from school and caught her down on her hands and knees, just so she could get some money to pay the rent.

  The shit that I went through as a little boy, I would say that in a way, it turned me cold. My ole girl and the shit that she had to do for money turned me into ice, and when I got older, the shit that I would see her do just stuck with me, so I guess you could say that’s why I never really wanted anything serious out of a woman.

  At thirty-two years old, I’ve never in my life been in a relationship. No woman ever made me want to break down, throw in my player’s card, and be on some monogamous type of shit. It’s a bit of a stretch, but if I had to be on that type of shit with any woman, it would be this woman who had me sitting on her couch, knowing good and damn well that she didn’t even want me here.

  Damn near an hour had gone by before I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I played a lot of fuckin’ games when it came to these women, so I knew what Mahogany was up there doing. Had I been a dummy, I would have just said fuck it and left. She thought that if she took a long ass time to come down, I would just probably get up and leave, but what she failed to realize was that I didn’t have anywhere that I needed to be. I was in no hurry to get home and eat because shorty just said that she was getting ready to cook something.

  There were a couple of bathrooms here for me to take a shower, and I knew for a fact that she had spare toothbrushes. When she finally made it down, I smelled her before I saw her. Not even sure what type of fruity ass shit her ass had on, but it made my dick jump. I looked behind me, and she was standing in the kitchen scratching at her hair, that was now pulled up in a bun as she looked at me. She wore this itty- bitty tank top that fit more like a crop top, and because she wasn’t wearing a bra, I could see the piercings on her nipples along with the piercing that she had on her belly button. The little spandex shorts that she wore literally left little to the imagination because I had the perfect view of her camel toe.

  “I was hoping you would be gone by now,” she mumbled, but I heard her good and clear.

  I didn’t even bother to respond; I just stoo
d up from the couch and made my way into the kitchen where she was now over by the sink washing the salmon that she was more than likely going to prepare for dinner. For five minutes, I didn’t say shit. The only sounds coming from inside was the TV along with the little noise that she was making in the kitchen.

  “Still ain’t going to tell me what the problem is?” I finally asked.

  She had the salmon on a cutting board, and she was seasoning it. Mahogany looked up at me, and then she released an annoyed sigh.

  “How many bitches are you fuckin’ right now? Including me,” she finally threw out.

  “I’m not sure. Why you asking?”

  “Wowwwww! You fuckin’ that many bitches that you can’t even throw me a number?” she asked, and I could hear the anger and the annoyance all in her voice.

  “Shorty, how many niggas you fuckin’ right now, including me? You not innocent in this bitch either!” I was getting mad now. She had an attitude with me, yet she was doing the same shit that I was doing.

  “You’re the only person that I’ve been messing around with for the past two months. The feel of my pussy should tell you that! Listen, I told you that I didn’t want to talk about this shit in the first place. I don’t even know why I let myself get in my feelings from the jump,” she went on to say.

  “Because you’re a female with fuckin’ emotions, that’s why! I keep telling your ass that you not a nigga. You can’t do the shit that I do,” I let her know.

  “What exactly is that supposed to even fuckin’ mean? I have no understanding as to why you feel that men are so fuckin’ superior when it comes to women,” she said, dropping the seasonings that were in her hands and giving me her undivided attention.