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Story: His Lucky Blessing
“I think if I don’t do something ‘bout her, I’mma end up killing her ass.” Perc stared off in space. I could tell by how he was looking; he was already thinking about how he was going to do it. He loved to be calculated.
“Don’t do it. Only go that route if it’s no other options. Think about my niece and the police coming straight to you. Think the shit through,” I passed him the blunt.
“You right.”
“I’m ‘bout to head out. I got some shit to do. Call me if you need me. Make sure you get mama straight so she can replace that shit you fucked up in there.”
I put my shirt back own and got in my car headed to the barbershop Blessyn owned. She said I couldn’t have her for a second time, but I begged to differ. It was raining so the outside of the barbershop didn’t have as much traffic as the last time. As I was parking, Blessyn was walking out. Instead of parking, I pulled up on the side of her.
“Aye, Blessyn. Where you headed in the rain?”
“To my car. Why are you here again? You shouldn’t need a haircut for another two weeks.”
“I came to see you.” She stopped walking and stared at me. “What? I can’t come and see you?” I smiled.
“I’m busy, so what do you want?”
“Nigga, you ain’t busy if you walking to your car in the rain.”
She started back walking until she reached an all-black Audi coupe. I kissed my teeth seeing how she was stunting on me. She looked at me again before getting in and letting her umbrella down. She closed her door on me and pulled off. Blessyn was fucking with a nigga head. One thing I’ve never done was fuck with a woman that was on her shit. I was going to let her think she was doing something.
Lucky popping up on me was not good. He was a constant reminder of the mistake I made that night. Out of all the barbershops in Atlanta, he brought his ass to mine. I looked in my rearview mirror to see him following me. His tint was so dark that I couldn’t see nothing but his watch through the glass. I couldn’t go home with his ass following me, so I drove all the way to the mall and parked. Even with it raining the mall was packed and I was able to grab a spot that was open. Lucky drove by when he noticed there was no spots available by me. I waited in the car for a moment before I put my car in reverse. A knock on my passenger side window stopped me from taking my foot off the brakes.
“A nigga getting wet, let me in.” I was not about to let this nigga in my car. “Damn, I’m not going to hurt you. Fuck I looklike a rapist or some shit?” I hit the unlock button and put my car in park.
“What do you want? We fucked; it was good. You don’t have to keep popping up on me.”
“That’s the point. The shit was good, and I want it again without the alcohol.”
“You kidding, right? I’m not some female you talk to like that. Maybe you got me mixed up because I made a mistake by sleeping with you.”
“Oh, excuse me. How would you like me to talk to you? You want me to ask for the pussy in a polite way. Wait let me change my voice.” He cleared his throat before continuing. “Blessyn would you be able to bless me with some vagina again?”
“Get out of my car.”
“I’m fuckin’ with you. Why you so damn uptight. I can tell by the way that pussy felt that you ain’t had no dick in a while. I mean, I can be that for you. I can tighten you up right here in the parking lot,” he licked his lips.
“Please, I ain’t hard up for sex. I’m in my bag and a nigga with a dick is the last thing on my mind. I really don’t remember much about that night anyway.”
“You just said it was good so you remember something. Don’t try to get under my skin ‘cause I know how to use all ten inches of my shit.”
It’s been so long since a nigga gave me any attention. Khi wasn’t rude with me. He was gentle and was soft when it came to me. In the streets, he was someone else but with me and our son, he let all that street shit go. Lucky was just plain out dumb as fuck. He probably couldn’t hold a damn business conversation if he tried.
“Can you get out of my car?”
“I’ll get out if you let me take you out.”
“Damn you know how to take a woman on a date?”
“Don’t let the jeans and tennis shoes fool you. I don’t usually take nobody on a date. But since you sitting here acting like a boss. I’ll take you on a date of your choice.”
“I’ll make sure to pick something that will break your pockets,” I joked.
“Can’t never break my pockets. I don’t know what you used to dealing with but I ain’t it.”
“Aight, are you done?”
“Hell nah ‘cause you ain’t told me when we are going on this date. I need to make sure I’m available.”