Page 1 of Maceo

THE MEET UP

I steppedout of my Escalade and hit the locks. Surveying my surroundings, I made my way up to the front door of the complex Sharina lived in. Baby girl had my attention from the moment I laid eyes on her pretty ass. My brother had this slight obsession with her best friend… Well, maybe not obsession, but he wanted her ass bad.

I couldn’t say shit, because I wanted Sharina bad as hell too.

My brother was being a fucking hater about telling his girl to slide her my number. I didn’t know much about her, other than her name, so I had my sister pull her information.

Maybe that shit was a little thirsty. Maybe I was taking a chance showing my black ass up over here unannounced and uninvited. I’d never been a nigga to shy away from what I wanted. If by any means necessary was a person, it would be me.

We’d been texting and having light conversation here and there for about two weeks now, and I was tired of the back-and-forth. I needed to see her in person to see if she was about all that shit she talked. I made my way into the building and up to the eighth floor. My eyes scanned the doors, looking for number 821. Upon reaching the door, I knocked lightly. A few seconds went by before I heard the locks disengage, and the door opened.

Sharina fucking Gladden.

She stood there in nothing but a sports bra, boy shorts, and thigh-high socks. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun, and studs glistened in her ear. She crossed her feet at the ankles and leaned against the door, smacking on her gum.

She smirked as her eyes trailed me from head to toe. “You found me.”

“I did, so what’s up?”

“I mean, you tell me. You went out of your way to get to me, Mr. Dillinger.”

“Are you gonna let me in, Ms. Gladden?”

“I don’t know. Am I gonna have to pull out the blicky on you if you get in here and act up?”

I chuckled. “You know who I am? You pull a gun on me and you gon’ know something.”

Again, she smirked as she backed away from the door, leaving it open for me to follow. My eyes followed that thick ass all the way into the living room before my feet made the trip. Her place was tastefully decorated to say we were in the hood. I mean, it didn’t look like the hood out front, but it definitely was the hood based on the area. I could see why she would have a gun, other than being a woman living alone.

The faint smell of weed lingered in the room. As I made my way over to the couch where she sat Indian style, I noticed half a blunt in an ashtray on the coffee table.

“You smoke?”

“Sir, don’t ask me obvious questions. You see the blunt, don’t you?”

I plopped down on the couch. “That could belong to your nigga.”

She picked up the blunt and lit it. “I ain’t got no nigga, and no nigga ain’t got me.”

I chuckled. “Good. I mean, I wouldn’t have given a fuck if you had one, anyway. The fuck he gon’ do to me?”

She pulled from the blunt, then handed it to me. “What areyougonna do tome?”

I licked my lips. “Whatchu’wantme to do to you, baby?”

“I can think of a few things.” She smirked as she moved to straddle my lap. “I’m not looking for love. I’m just looking for a good time.”

It was my turn to pull from the blunt as I stared at her. “I’m agreattime.”

“Oh, baby, I bet you are. You know bitches like to kiss and tell, right?”

“What about you? You kiss and tell?”

“Maybe to Salima, but that’s my bitch. We tell each other everything. Like your brother fingering her on the pool table in front of everybody.”

I laughed. “He was wild for that. Your girl sat there and let him, so, shit, she must have liked it.”

She rolled her eyes. “If you’re gonna finger me in public, you might as well whip that dick out while you’re at it.”

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