Page 11 of Virgo Type Sh*t (BLP Signs of Love #1)

When I met Mekole on Croy’s back deck, I knew I liked her physical appearance.

She was completely gorgeous and thick as fuck.

I wasn’t sure if she wore weaves or wigs, but her hair was laid, as my mama would say.

Fiona had beautiful hair, and I knew she didn’t wear wigs.

It wouldn’t surprise me if Mekole didn’t either.

When she came to the interview, I knew mid interview that I wanted to fuck her.

When I smelled her neck pre-interview, that was a little test to see if there was an attraction.

A female that wasn’t feeling you would have told you to chill.

When we were in the interview, her professionalism was sexy, and lil one knew what the fuck she was talking about.

She knew her worth and would not let me try to undercut it, which I respected like hell.

I started to feel her vibe out when we toured the model homes. I loved how impressed she was by them.

It wasn’t until I saw her in her element as an electrician that I knew I wanted her to be my woman.

I went to the plant every day which was out of the norm, and everyone there knew it.

I had lunch with her for a couple days, to check out how we vibed.

Fiona told Croy to call me to let me know about the hang-out tonight and ask if I wanted to fall through. Fuck yeah, I was going to fall through.

Mekole’s ass sat in the section on her pretty ass like she was the queen of this shit.

I was a sneaker head, so I paid attention to the sneakers she had on the day she was on our show lot and tonight.

Hell, even the shoes she wore for work were nice.

I had her ass stand up because I wanted to see how short the skirt she had on was.

I would never tell a woman what to wear, but I would check her when it was appropriate.

I didn’t mind my woman being sexy, but I needed to be on her ass.

These new age niggas were different and creepy.

I almost lost my mind when she shook her fat ass on me. Her ass cheeks bounced successively to the point where I pulled her ass up to ask if she had on drawers. She laughed but confirmed she did. That was a good thing because if she didn’t, our asses were leaving at that point.

Now, here we were in the parking lot, with four lil niggas with guns in my face.

If I wasn’t with Mekole, this shit would have been on go, but protection mattered most. My head slanted toward my ear.

“You lil niggas really want to do this shit with my lady right here? I’m going to give y’all a second to think about this shit.

It’s clear y’all aren’t from around here. ”

A flash of doubt flashed in one of the boys’ eyes, but the other three were resolute in their current stupidity. He’s the weak one or the smart one. “Nigga, you talking shit like you that nigga or some shit. I don’t give a fuck about none of that shit, bitch.”

The boy pressed the gun against my forehead. Mekole tightened her hold on my shirt with one hand. “Baby,” she whimpered. My hand squeezed her thigh.

“Man, shut your bitch ass up,” one of the boys roared. He peered around me to gaze at her with lustful eyes. “Shit, as fine and thick as she is, we should pop your ass and rob her of that pussy.”

“Oh, they got me and my pussy fucked up.” Mekole mumbled. In the blink of an eye, she let my shirt go. Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Head shots for three of the little bitches and a shoulder hit for another.

“Shit!” I said when I pulled his shit and whirled around to stare at her. I was at a loss for words because I never expected that shit from her. “Damn, lil one, like that?” Her beautiful cheeks rose.

Her body lifted to place her lips on mine. It was just a little peck, but I wanted to deepen it. She wiggled out of my arm that I wrapped around her and stepped around me. She walked over to the lil nigga that she shot in the shoulder. He was rolling around on the ground.

“See, you need to mind the company you keep. Do you know why your ass is still alive?” she asked him.

She didn’t continue until his ass cried out to ask her why.

“Because when my baby asked you to take a second to think, I saw the hesitation in your eyes. You know better than this shit, but one of these fuckers boosted your head up.” She kicked his leg.

“That told me that you deserved another chance in life.”

To the sound of rushed footsteps behind us, Mekole and I raised our bangers. We lowered them when we saw who it was. “What the fuck happened?” Croy asked as everyone trailed behind him.

“Des fuck asses tried ta rob us. Da youth of today need dey asses beat. Daddies gotta stay in des lil niggas lives,” I fussed.

Mega stepped forward. “Damn, those head shots nice, T.J.” His silly ass was leaned over, looking in these boys’ faces with his head tilting side to side. “It’s perfectly in between the eyes.”

“I ain’t did that shit. That been my baby,” I revealed. “She pull dat thang out and went ta work before my top lashes touched the bottom.” My face contorted for a second. “Matter fact, where you pull dat shit from?”

Everyone’s head snapped in her direction except for Croy, Fiona, Galiana, and Jacob.

Oh, they knew her ass moved like this. This shit right here let me know that I more than likely would marry her ass.

Mekole Burke has a nice ring to it. My daddy always told me and my brother that when you knew, you knew.

She still stood over the little boy who held his hand over his shoulder.

Her hand pulled up her skirt a little, then stuck her leg out.

There was a black band around her thigh.

“From here. Since they were so close, I knew my little baby would do the job.” She shifted her body to face us, then lifted her shirt to show a similar black band around her upper waist. “My big baby would have been too much.”

My dick had a mind of its own when it hardened. My hand gripped it when I walked to her and pulled her into my arms. This time she let me kiss her the way I wanted to. “We goin’ back ta my house. I need ta fuck da shit outta you to welcome you to da relationship.” I spoke in her ear.

She giggled but didn’t object. Yeah, I was gonna disconnect her uterus from her fucking body when she got to my house. That was a promise.

“Alright, y’all can go. My team has work to do,” Galiana announced. “Mekole, you want that one to stay breathing?”

She looked down at him. He whimpered. “Please, don’t ki-kill me. I’m only sixteen. My cousin told me if I didn’t do this that he would fuck me up for being a pussy.”

I could see that, because he didn’t look like the type of person who was on fuck shit like this. He came across as a dorky kind a nigga. He still had his fucking glasses on.

“Alright, you can live.” Galiana made the final decision. Two vans pulled up. “Y’all can leave. Mekole, stay back with me. You start tonight since you want to lay niggas down.”

That brought me pause. She worked for Galiana too? I found that interesting as hell. I holstered my gun that was still in my hands. “Aye, I’m ga send you my address and front door code. Come through after you finish here. I’on care what time it is.”

She kissed my lips. “Okay. I’ll be there.”

I smacked her ass before I walked off to leave her and Galiana to their work. I fell in step with everyone else. “I told you that girl was crazy,” Jacob said.

My head slowly turned side to side. “Nah, she not crazy. She protected her nigga. That shit was sexy as fuck.”

Croy and Fiona snickered. “Yeah, it’s sexy. Just make sure you remember the precision of those head shots. Fuck her over and it could be you.” Fiona gave a blunt warning.

I wasn’t worried about that. When I was in a relationship, I was a faithful man. “I feel you. I’m not worried about that shit.” I glanced at Fiona. “Make sure you let ya cousin know I’m a marksman myself. I’on like bein’ played with either.”

Yeah, I was an off-kilter kind of man who didn’t play that cheating shit.

My parents had been together for forty-two years and married for thirty-five.

Their relationship wasn’t always flowers and cotton candy, but I knew neither had ever stepped out of their relationship.

My father told me that anything in a relationship could be worked out, outside of cheating and abuse. My brother and I lived by that shit.

My last relationship was when I was twenty-four years old.

I loved that fucking girl and was ready to wife her.

That was until some nigga sent me a video of her getting fucked.

I knew the video was recent because of the dress she had on.

I brought her the dress not even a week before the video was taken.

When I got home, I showed her the video.

She started all that crying and stupid shit.

I told her I didn’t want to hear none of that shit.

She was promptly kicked out of my house.

A little over a year later, when she thought I’d forgotten about the shit and she called herself living her hot girl summer, I put a hot slug in her ass.

I got the nigga she fucked weeks after he sent me the video.

It could be called what it wanted, but I didn’t play the disloyal shit.

“Fuck, T.J.! Just like that,” Mekole said between her moans. “Please don’t stop. Please!”

She didn’t get to my house until around five in the morning.

That shit didn’t matter because when I got into the house, I took a shower and a fucking nap.

With the nature of my side employment, I was a light sleeper, so I heard when Mekole pulled into my yard.

By the time she was at my front door, I had it open.

She walked in with a little bag on her shoulder that had the inscription that read, Spendanight Bag .

Yeah, she wouldn’t be using that too much longer, because in a month’s time, I planned to clear a drawer out for her to keep some of her stuff here.