Page 32 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love
“Makethat pussy cum for me Kisha. I’m about to cum baby.” I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip feeling the rupture.
“Me too Meek! Me too!”She yelled in pleasure as her walls collapsed around my dick. “Ahhhh.”
I kept poundinguntil the last drop. “Arghh! Arghh!” I groaned breathing hard as fuck. This was some good pussy. I knew her shit was about to be the bomb.
For the restof the night Kisha laid in my arms as I looked up at the ceiling with one of my hands behind my head; the other arm wrapped around her. “Meek.” She said.
“What up baby?”I asked pulling her tighter.
“Tomorrow,I want to go claim the money from my daddy and register for school. I want to be a nail tech and open my own salon one day. I know that doesn’t sound like much but that’s what I want to do.” She said.
“I’m not judgingyou Kish, ain’t shit wrong with that and I think it’s a great idea baby.” I told her.
“Good.”She said before dozing off.
CHAPTER 12
For the first time in my life, I was genuinely happy. I cashed in the policy that my daddy had left for me, which ended up being $200,000 but I didn’t want to spend much of that, so I put the majority up and kept 50 for myself. I was enrolled in cosmetology classes at Sheridan Vocational Tech and everything was going smooth. I took my first major test and passed it with no problem, and on top of that, at midnight, I would officially be nineteen years old so tonight we were going to celebrate. Meek, Mya, her little guy friend and I were going to hang out at Studio 23 tonight and I was excited.
I metMya’s little friend ‘Demond’ a little while ago and was surprised to find out that Meek already knew him from the streets, which was cool with me. Demond was hood as fuck, but he treated Mya well. He kept her driving different cars and wearing the best shit when he could. She told me this was the longest she ever dealt with any man and the fact that he wasn’t beating on her was a plus since that’s what she was used too.
He stoodabout 6’2 and was good looking as hell with light skin and a body full of tattoos. We stepped in the club ready to party and it was packed. Meek and Demond put in on the bottles and had them delivered to our table. I didn’t drink but Mya did.
“You don’t drink?”Demond asked over the music. They were playing a Jeezy mix.
I declined. “No, I’m okay.”I said adjusting my dress before I sat down.
Meek bentdown in my ear and said. “Little ass dress can’t even cover all that ass without you having to pull it down Kish.” He chuckled. “I told you not to wear that shit.”
I pulledhim down to me and kissed his lip instead of responding.
“You gonna sit all night?”Mya asked on her second or third drink.
I didn’t knowwhat I was scared of, I had to keep reminding myself that I was living a different life now. I wasn’t dealing with a jealous nigga like Kidd who would’ve wanted to fight me for looking too hard in the club.
Meek reachedhis hand out to mine and pulled me up from sitting, standing me directly in front of him whispering in my ear. “It’s twelve o’clock. Happy Birthday baby.” He kissed my neck as his dreads tickled my skin. They started playing Jeezy’ssong ‘OJ’ and on cue everybody went crazy: “What you know bout champagne every night,bad bitches everywhere, Barry White.”
“Ayyyyy! Happy birthday bitch!”Mya screamed taking a shot as a cake came out with sparkling candles all over it.
“Thank you!”I yelled over the music blowing out the candles as the host sat it on the table.
Meek pulleda tiny box from his pocket that held the diamond earrings that matched the ring he got for me. He smiled at me with those sexy gold teeth. “I love you Kish, but you already know that.” He said.
The bottle girlwalked by holding some individual roses, Demond stopped her and purchased one handing it to me with a hundred-dollar bill. “Happy Birthday Kisha ‘F’ baby!” He said.
“Yessss!”Mya giggled and leaned into me. “Bitch you know I got you; we having our own separate party. Part two tomorrow.” She winked at me.
The night wasperfect as far as I was concerned. I don’t think I ever smiled this much in my life, and I knew the pieces would come back together. When it was time to go, Meek led the way as he held my hand keeping me close to him. Demond and Mya weren’t too far behind. The humid night air hit us hard when we stepped out. Cars were lined up on each side of the road and people were everywhere.
I stoodthere watching everybody hop in their cars either half drunk or still turned up from being in the club as music blast from each direction of the cars playing a live mixture of everything. I looked to my left and noticed a face staring at me that I hadn’t seen forever. Oh my God! It was Trent! I went to get Meek’s attention. “Meek look!” I said excitedly. “That’s the twin I was telling you about, the one that was nice to me.”
“Where baby?”He asked. “So, I can thank the nigga.”
I turnedin his direction to point him out to Meek only to find that he wasn’t smiling anymore, he looked like the devil, and my heart skipped a beat when I noticed the visible gun aiming at me.
“Watch out!”Demond yelled trying to grab his gun as he pushed Mya to the floor.
“Shit Kish!”Meek shoved me causing me to hurt my ankle.
