Page 36 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love

S hit didn’t make any sense to me, it really didn’t pay to be a good nigga out here in these streets.

I would never tell Kisha, but the accusing shit was getting old and that would hurt any nigga who was trying their hardest to do right out here in these streets.

I’d been staying at the shop around the clock; when I needed to shower, I did the shit right here in bathroom in my office.

For the past two days I was drinking heavy, Hennessy straight from the bottle.

I was supposed to be working but I really wasn’t doing shit.

Now it was after hours, and I was alone.

I really did plan on going home tonight but Kisha just didn’t fucking get it.

I put my drowsy head down on the desk, I didn’t want to be bothered but since Brittany walked in the office, I was forced to look back up. “I thought you was gone?” I frowned.

She stood there looking pretty as usual with a light brown wrap dress on. “I was, but I came back because you didn’t look so good.”

I chuckled. “When the fuck you gon’ let up Brittany? All this time I haven’t given you any play and you just won’t let up.”

She sat her plump ass on the edge of my desk. “I’m just trying to be your friend, you’re the one all bitter and stuff.”

“I don’t need a friend.” I said.

She smirked. “Well why are you here and not at home?”

Good question but I wasn’t falling for it, my business wasn’t for her to know.

I focused on her breast since they was staring at a nigga any damn way.

I couldn’t lie, she was sexy as fuck and the way her long brown legs flowed under that dress sent a nigga’s dick to full attention.

The blood rushed from my brain to the spot, and I needed some pussy bad; I just didn’t want it from her.

She looked at the dark window. “You should really get some blinds put on that window.”

“You’re the secretary, right? I shouldn’t have to do that; I was waiting on you.” I said.

“I’ll do it tomorrow.” She said standing up walking behind the desk to where I was sitting.

She placed her hands on my shoulders and slowly started to massage.

I didn’t know if it was the liquor or the fact that I seriously needed this shit right now, but I didn’t stop her; a massage couldn’t hurt.

The problem that I had was when she bent down and placed a soft kiss on my neck.

I froze for a second. “Don’t do that shit Brittany.

Come on, man.” I grabbed her hand and made her back up.

She was persistent. “Why Meek?”

I turned around to face her ready to tell her ass off, but I was greeted with two full breast and some nipples that looked like Hershey kisses right in my face. Damn.

I don’t know what came over me, but I was horny and angry the nerve of her ass to be playing with me like this. I hopped up and gently grabbed her neck. “What the fuck you want from me Brittany? You want me to fuck you? Then you’ll leave a nigga the fuck alone!” I raised my voice.

She looked in my eyes with no traces of fear.

“Fuck me Meek, that’s all I’ve been wanting.

” She said trying to kiss me. I dodged her ass and turned her around using my hand to push her head on the desk as she waited in anticipation.

I spread her legs and ripped her panties off.

She put a natural arch in her back as her round ass stared at me causing me to smack the shit out of it.

“Oh! Meek!” She squealed; she liked that shit.

Whipping my throbbing dick from my pants I searched the top drawer for a condom and put it on with one hand before plunging my dick in her slippery walls. She was so wet and horny she was panting like a dog in heat.

“Shit!” She yelled and I didn’t know if it was pain or pleasure, I didn’t give a fuck. Since she wanted to get fucked that’s what I did. I pulled out and rammed my dick into her as hard as I could at a very fast pace as her head bobbled on the desk.

“Yes, Meek! Yes Meek!” She screamed.

“Shut the fuck up!” I told her, it was pissing me off that she was enjoying this shit.

I took all of my frustrations out on her, every fucking thing.

I rather been home making love to my girl, but this is what I was stuck with.

For the next ten minutes all I heard was the sounds of our skin smacking, my groans, grunts, and her moaning.

“I’m cumming Meek!” She shook uncontrollably and right when she said that, so was I.

“Ahhhh!” I grunted squeezing the fuck out the back of her neck.

I was breathing hard; she was breathing hard.

The sensor light by the window came on causing us both to look over.

The shit I just did really hurt me, but nothing hurt worse than watching the look of horror on Kisha’s face.

Brittany smiled with a look of satisfaction as Kisha ran off.

I stuck my dick back in my pants and hauled ass up out of there trying to catch her. “Kisha! Kisha baby, hold up!” I ran full speed in the dark chasing her taillights as far as I could. It was too late, she was gone. “Fuck!” I swung in the air.

I ran back to the shop to lock up. I needed to get home, and I needed to get home like ASAP.

“Get the fuck out!” I told Brittany who was still fixing herself.

She didn’t say shit, not one fucking word.

She must’ve seen the killer look in my eyes.

She grabbed her bag and left in peace. I sped all the way home running through red lights on the way.

I’d just have to take care of those tickets later.

Imagine my surprise to see Miami-Dade police in front of my shit when I got home. What the fuck? I hopped out leaving the engine running and ran up as far as they would let me go. “Get yo fucking hands off of me! I live here.” I said to the bitch ass cop.

“Let the lady leave in peace sir. She called and said she needed us here in order for her to leave since she was in fear of her life.”

“Fear of her life? That’s bullshit! This is a misunderstanding just let me talk to her. Kisha!” I said trying to get past the two big ass officers. She ignored me with tears running down her face while walking back and forth loading her car with bags.

“Sir, don’t make a scene. This is a warning.”

“The fuck you mean?! That’s my girl and she’s carrying my baby! How the fuck would you feel if your pregnant girl was trying to leave you? Kisha! Talk to me baby, please don’t do this!” I was on the verge of tears my damn self. I couldn’t lose Kisha again; that was like losing my life.

She refused to look at me; she held her back with one hand and held a bag with another. One of the officers assisted her moving what she wanted to move. I had to do something. I called Mya. “Mya! I need your help man! Kisha is trying to leave me Mya, come talk to her!” I begged.

“What?” She asked with attitude. “I love you Meek but I’m not helping yo ass. She’s leaving you? Well rightfully so. How dare you.” She hung up on me.

“Shit!” When I looked up again, Kisha was in her car backing out the driveway and heading down the street. In the blink of an eye, I was about to lose my whole fucking family behind a bitch I didn’t even want.