Sleeping With The Enemy (Editing)

Chapter 8: Blind to the Facts

Khadijah

Every week when I have to meet A, he's gonna give me a new address to avoid getting caught.

I pulled up to this shack looking house, all the way in the boondocks some fuckin where.

I knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Someone yelled from the other side.

"Kha--" I almost forgot they don't know my name. "I'm here for A." The door opened and he was standing there.

Now, this little white boy is sexy as shit but I ain't into his type. He allowed me just enough room to walk in.

"Can you remove your sunglasses?" A asked me.

If only he could see my facial expression. "Is it ready?" He led me to into a bedroom with nothing but selves with packages of dope.

He picked up a package and ripped it open then he offered me some. "I don't do that shit." I mugged.

He looked offended by me not taking drugs. "Try it." He said pushing it toward me more aggressively.

Then he placed a little on his finger and snorted it up his nose. After it sunk in he shook his head and wiped off his nose.

"How would you ever know that you don't like it, if you won't try it?" He frowned.

I looked at him in disgust. "Are you gone help me put these damn boxes in my car or no?"

He threw twenty of the packages in a box and then walked it to my car. I guess there was a change in plans so I have to drop off the dope to Nate.

I hopped on the expressway listening to Nicki Minaj's new album on my iPhone.

I've been trying not to think about Devonté or the fact that he pulled a gun out on me a week ago. Or just our situation in a nutshell.

I pulled up to what I hope is Nate's little brick house slapped dead in the hood.

I called his cell phone but didn't get an answer. I rolled my eyes out of frustration and climbed out of my car.

I walked up his porch and then tried to open his screen door but it was locked. So, being the nigga that I am I banged on his shit.

While waiting for him, I folded my arms across my chest and frowned. Nate swung the door open with his gun in his hand.

"You got scared?" I smirked. Nate unlocked his screen door and opened it for me.

"Nah, I wasn't scared but you almost got yo pretty face fucked up." I pushed my sunglasses up on my head and looked around his house.

"How long have you been living here?" I turned back to him noticing he didn't have on a shirt and through his pants I could see the imprint of his manhood.

Nate grabbed himself making me look back up noticing his big ass smirk. "Don't be flattered." I mugged.

"It's cool, baby girl. I been noticed that back side you rocking wit'." I shook my head and re-asked my question. "Three years, why?"

"You don't have furnisher." I said, staring at the blank ass living room.

"I live in the hood and I rob mu'fuckas for the fun of it. It's allat of mu'fuckas like me." Nate admitted.

"Well, are you gonna come get this box or no?" I said, walking back to the front door and placing my sunglasses back over my face.

He followed me to my car and as he was getting the box he begged me to go out with him.