Perfect

𝟎𝟎𝟑

𝐌𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐢 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬 | 𝐊𝐡𝐢 | 𝟐𝟎

"What you mean you can't swing the payment this month, D?" Mekhi spoke into his phone.

"We sorry Khi, man. My daughter needed the money so I could get her through college. I used what I had, like you always told me, dawg." D spoke into the phone.

"But you ain't have that shit, D. That was mine. That money was mine, not yours to get yo daughter through fucking college." Mekhi spat, his irritation heard.

"I'm sorry. My daughter deserve the world, and I did what I could to make her happy. Cut me some slack, Khi." D huffed.

"Fuck yo slack. Have my two hundred thousand back to me, in cash, by Friday, nigga."

"Where I'm supposed to get two hundred stacks from, Khi? Come on man." D did an awkward laugh on the phone. Quite frankly, Mekhi didn't find anything funny.

"Figure it out." Was all Mekhi said before he hung up the phone and threw it onto the desk. Him losing two hundred grand wasn't bad, but it wasn't good either. It was just another reason for his father to get on him about not being able to run the game after he left.

This wasn't exactly a choice for Mekhi. He turned down four full ride scholarships to play basketball. He wasn't going to turn them down, but he knew that his dad had always wanted him to follow in his footsteps. One thing Mekhi hated more than anything was disappointing his father. Even though his dad was awfully tough on him, he would work with it.

Mekhi wasn't scared of his dad either regarding his street social status, so that led to them having constant arguments about the smallest things. Once the argument got so bad to the point where his father had him at gunpoint for speaking on his past life. Mekhi wasn't scared of a gun, but that argument never left his head.

"Who was that?" Vanessa asked as she came through the door.

"Nobody." He grumbled, grabbing the phone off of the desk.

"Lesean. I know you." Vanessa called her son by his middle name in a firm voice. "I know that tone." She basically threw the arm bag off her arm.

"Ma, I said it was nobody." Mekhi shook his head knowing his mom was quick to come up with assumptions on what was going on.

"Mekhi, don't let me find out that yo stupid ass daddy got you out here in—"

"Ma. I said it was nobody." Mekhi cut her off, repeating what he previously said and shooting a glare at her. Vanessa scoffed before looking at her son.

"You know you turning out to be just like him." Victoria pointed at her son, shaking her head. "You my only son, I raised you to be the best you can be, you got a smile that light up the world and here you are in your daddy's footsteps, groaning and looking mad." Vanessa's hand wrapped around the handles of the purse that she grabbed off the desk. "There go yo food." She uttered with attitude evident on her tone , nodding at the plate that was sitting on the coffee table.

"Ma." Mekhi called out as Vanessa walked out the door of the office. Vanessa was gone now, Mekhi knew it disappointed his mom deeply when he acted like he did. No matter how many times he denied it in front of his mother, he was turning out just like his father. Except instead of being just like him, he had his moments.

Mekhi sighed as a call from his dad sent his phone into a vibrating ringtone since his phone was on silent. He pressed the power button, silencing the third ring.

He sat back in the chair, taking a breather. Mekhi was in fact a happy person. He hated how he was following in the footsteps of his father, but that's just life.