Page 39 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love
I walkedbehind him and went to stand off to the side checking the vendor machines to do inventory for snacks. When I looked up out the window, Demond was standing there talking to a fine ass bitch. I’m talking about fine as hell. Instead of worrying about doing business with him, she was eyeballing the shit out of me, so I turned my head and went on my way. I wasn’t trying to get caught up.
I headed backto the office, but before I made it, Demond was calling me. “Meek, slow up man.”
I turned around.“What nigga? Ain’t you supposed to be handling business?” I asked. “She wanna rent or purchase?”
“She wanna purchase but check it.”He placed one hand on my shoulder. “She wants to talk to you.”
I frowned. “For what?”
“Like fuck if I know,she said she wants to do business with you.” He looked in my face hard like he was looking for something.
“The fuckyou looking at me like that for?” I asked.
“Because,you want this money, or not?”
I lookedover my shoulder and watched how she walked around different cars like she was trying to figure out which one she wanted. “Let me go see what’s up.”
I mademy way out the door and to the bad lil chick in front of me before I extended my hand. “Hey, I’m Meek.” I introduced myself. “What’s your name?”
She stoodthere wearing Prada all the way down with her long hair flowing down her back. Her body was portioned just right but she looked like one of those high classed chicks that expected a nigga to jump through loops to make her happy.
She extendedher perfectly manicured hand to mine. “Hey, I’m Brittany.” She smiled. “I only asked for you because you look nicer than him.” She pointed at Demond who was at the window staring us down.
I smirkedand gave her my attention. “So, what you trying to do? What car can I assist you with?”
She walkedover to a cute little Beamer and asked for all the details in the process while trying to get in my business. “So, where you from?” She asked.
“The upper Eastside.”I told her. She didn’t need to know exactly from where.
“You have a girlfriend?”She asked stopping briefly to look at me while she waited for an answer.
“DoI look like the type of nigga that don’t have a girl or something?” I asked looking myself up and down.
She couldn’t helpbut to laugh. “You’re right.” She said. “Wishful thinking.”
I followedher around to look at more cars for another thirty minutes but the colder it got, the more my chest fucked with me. “It looks like you need a little more time to think about this, how about I give you my card and you call me when you figure out exactly what you want, or I can have Demond come out and help.” I suggested.
“No, that’s okay.”She held her hand out for the card. “I’d rather work with you. I’m just undecided right now but I’ll know for sure what I want in a couple of days.”
I pulleda card out and passed it to her. “Sounds like a plan.” I replied. “You might wanna go ahead and get out of this cold weather.” I said looking down at her clothes again since she had on little to nothing anyway.
She smirked. “Will do sir.”She shook my hand again and walked away getting inside of a red jeep with the top off. The thick tires screeched off when she pulled off; I walked back inside.
“So, what’s up?”Demond asked. “She didn’t want to cop shit?” He asked.
“Nope,she was having more conversation than she did trying to shop.”
He leanedback in the chair and placed both his hands behind his head. “That bitch wants to fuck you.”
“Don’t matter.”I shrugged. “I’m not looking for no bitch, I’m not a cheater, period.”
“I’ll fuck her.”He said with a smirk. “She better stop coming up here playing these games or she’ll get what she’s looking for.”
I laughed out loud.“Nigga, you got a girl. Mya is good for you, ya’ll compliment each other.”
“But we ain’t been togetherthat long, shit, she’s cool and all and she’s a good girl but I don’t think I’m ready to throw in my players card.”
I chuckled.“Nigga’s gotta understand, it don’t make you no less of a poppin’ nigga if you dedicate ya loyalty to one female. You can’t do everything with every bitch. At a certain age you gotta leave certain shit for the lil niggas.”
