His Miracle 2 (Completed)

Chapter 17

A'leah

"Quamir, that hurt!" I whined.

"My bad baybeh." He apologized.

Once I put the kids to bed, I called Quamir over to keep me company. We were downstairs in living room just watching Empire on Netflix.

I had to pause it since he decided to start messing with me. He kissed my cheek and held me while I sat in between his legs.

"Why did you ask me about any job openings?" I asked.

"Don't laugh. I'a jus' want a job..." He mumbled.

"Well there's nothing wrong with that. You shouldn't be ashamed of that. You wanna know what's weird? I've been thinking about you selling dope. If we're ever going to pursue something further, then you need to reconsider you being in the streets. I will not put my kids life in jeopardy because a grown ass man can't work a simple nine to five." I said bluntly.

"You the only female that has talked ta' me like that besides my mama." He chuckled.

"Well someone needed to let your ass know. Besides, why are you selling drugs anyway?" I questioned.

"Cause I'm a PK."

"A preacher's kid?"

"Mhm."

"Hold up. Your a preacher's kid that sells dope? Do your parents know about this?"

"Mhm. They disown me because of it. I joined a gang when I'a was seventeen jus' ta' be rebellious. Once I realized how serious this shit was, I couldn't get out of it. It hurts a lil bit cause I miss my folks but it's aight."

"I would have never thought about you being a PK Quamir. I do have a question though."

"Ask away." He shrugged.

"Were you watching me last night?" I asked.

"Hell no. But jus' kno' I got eyes and ears outchea in these streets. Can I ask you sumn?" He replied.

"Sure."

"I came over ta' chill but you makin' it hard fa' a nigga witchu' jus' wearin' a thong and this lil ass top." He smirked.

"Shut up. I'm comfortable."

"So is my dick. I kno' you feel it."

He sat me on his lap. I felt his erection poke my thigh. I laughed and moved my leg away from it.

"Do you want something to drink?" I asked.

"Nah, I'm straight." He replied.

"Can you tell me more about you being a preacher's kid. Please?" I begged.

"Then what we 'posed ta' talk about on our date Friday?" He chuckled.

"We'll figure that out later, now tell me." I demanded.

"Aight, I grew up here in Atlanta. My mother and father were a pastors at the church we attended. Money wasn't a problem growin' up, I had it all. I went ta' private schools and shit. Once I turned twelve, my parents allowed me ta' attend public school and I enjoyed it.

After being there for a minute, come freshman year niggas started clowning me. People called me gay, made fun of how I looked and dressed. My mama shut that school down asap." He reminisced.

"Aww. So what happened?" I asked.

"Them motherfuckers dead na'." He smirked.

My eyes widened.