The Prostitute (Book 2)

Chapter Thirty-Seven

BJ (Brent Jr)

It's 1:54am and I'm sitting on the bed in a spare room at Uncle Reds house.

"My pops really kicked me out" I say to myself while shaking my head in disbelief.

My phone dings with a Instagram notification and I see that it's a message from Sasha, This chocolate mami that I met a few weeks ago at a party I went to with the gang.

She thicker than a cold bowl of gravy..

I read her message and it says she wants me to come over while her mom isn't home.

Damn my pops took my car...

I get up off the bed, leaving my room and walking down the hall into DJ's room.

"Nigga I know you live here now but knock before entering my shit, damn" Dj tells me.

He's laying in his bed watching a scary movie in the dark.

I turn his light on "My bad, let me hold your car right quick"

"Hold my car?" Dj questions.

"For what?" He asks raising an eyebrow.

"This lil hoe want me to come see her" I tell him , shrugging my shoulders.

"I ain't going to be gone that long" I tell him pleading my case..

"Man, the keys in that top drawer" Dj tells me, pointing at the dresser beside me.

"Thank you" I get the keys.

"Mhmm, don't crash my shit. You ain't getting no pussy anyway lame ass nigga" Dj tells me laughing.

I suck my teeth "Who ain't?"

.........

I pull up to the address Sasha gave me and I see a bunch of basers (Crackheads) causing me to clutch my gun.

I find building E, parking in front of it then I call Sasha.

"Hello" Sasha answers on the first ring.

"Yoo, I think I'm outside your building. Come outside right quick" I tell her.

I ain't scared but I ain't stupid either..

"I'm coming" Sasha replies, ending the call.

A few seconds later I see her walking down the stairs.

Fine, thick, chocolate ass...

She's wearing silk black shorts with a shirt to match.

I open the car door, getting out.

"You got some weed?" Sasha asks with a smile.

"Damn you ain't tell me to bring none" I palm my face.

"Hold on" I open the car door back up, checking the glove department.

"Yes sir" I say to myself finding about a 8th and a pack of backwoods.

That nigga Dj keep some weed in his car.

"I got a little bit" I tell Sasha, handing her the weed.

I lock DJ's car then I follow Sasha into her small apartment.

Shorty live in the trenches for real...

"Excuse the mess" Sasha tells me sounding kind of embarrassed.

"You good" I tell her as we walk into her room.

Her room is clean and decorated nicely with cheetah print designs.