Benji T.
"You ain't the only one! Who can turn your phone off!" Noelle sang. "Baby I know how to press ignore, I won't be crying anymore!""Man get the fuck out my face wit' that shit." I smacked her hand away. I swear, whenever women heard they favorite song they had to act a fool.
"This body look good out on the town so many boys wanna be down! You ain't the only one!" she yelled while standing in the kitchen.
"Yeah and imma fuck them niggas up too." I told her. She laughed before giving me a kiss on the lips. Song or not, she was singing this 'mothafucka a little too hard. Putting emphasis on words and shit.
"Shut up. You know this my song." she smiled. As she continued to sing, my phone vibrated and Cory's name appeared on the screen.
"Wassup?" I answered.
"Get down to your restaurant now. Somebody lookin' for you."
"Who? That nigga Ricky?"
"Naw. Shawn. He said he wanna talk to you."
"Alright, I'm on my way." I told him before hanging up. I don't know what Shawn doing at my restaurant looking for me. From what just happened a few days ago, we were cordial.
"Who was that?" Noelle questioned. "Cory. He said Shawn at the restaurant looking for me." I told her, making her look at me sideways.
"Why he lookin' for you? I thought everything was cool?"
"Shit me too. I gotta go to the restaurant though. You gon' be alright here by yourself?"
"Yeah. I'm probably about to call Diamond and Jamir over anyway."
"Alright." I kissed her lips. I was a bit hesitant on inviting mothafuckas into my crib but I know Jamir's her friend. I couldn't say no cause I knew the outcome would only be her being pissed off at me. "I'll see you later." I told her before opening the front door.
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Memoirs Of A Hustler
General Fiction*previously named Streets* The streets were colder than a winter storm. You can love the streets and be as loyal to the streets as much as you want. But the streets will never love you back. Money, power and respect can intertwine with jealousy, gre...