Page 14 of The Hood's Finest: Jersey & Mylani
“Thee Jersey?” she questioned.
“Not sure what that means. Unless there’s another nigga running ’round these streets with my name besides my son, then that would be me,” I informed her just as Mylani came to from the back.
“Damn,” I mumbled when I saw her. Ironically, she had on a black dress that resembled a shiny t-shirt and a pair of those thick soled sandals on her feet. I assumed this was her real hair because it wasn’t as long as before.
“Hey,” she greeted as she got closer to me.
“You look… nice.” I involuntarily licked my lips as I let my eyes scan her body from head to toe.
“Thank you.” She simpered.
“Let’s roll.”
“Trin, order yourself something to eat, and don’t make me fuck you up when I get back,” she warned her lil’ sister.
“What time you coming in, Lani?” her mom asked, and I noticed the annoyed look that plastered her face.
“Not sure. Trin will be okay ’til I do.”
I let her lead the way out the house and headed toward my truck. I stepped around her and opened the door for her just as she reached for the handle.
“I got that. You just get in and fasten up.” I rounded the truck, hopped in, and pulled off. I planned on taking her out to eat, something simple so that I could get to know her a lil’ better, another thing that was out of my element. These hoes couldn’t get nothing outta me but a nut, and here I was about to wine and dine Mylani without a second thought. I glanced over and saw her staring out the window. She looked as if she had a lot on her mind.
“What you over there thinking about?”
“Nothing much. I honestly don’t know what to say. I mean, I didn’t know who you were, but clearly you’re a big deal, and I’m nobody.” I looked at her like she was crazy when she said that.
“Why would you say some dumb shit like that? The fact that I’m taking you on a date and been texting your lil’ sexy ass should let you know that I’m interested. I don’t put no time into these hoes, shawty.” I spoke truthfully because there was no need for me to lie. I didn’t even do none of this shit with Shanna, and we shared a kid.
“I guess you’re right. My bad,” she apologized.
“I don’t need your apology. Just remember when you’re with me, you’re in the presence of a real nigga.”
We continued to have small talk on our way to the restaurant. She filled me in on her home life, and all I could do was shake myhead. I didn’t understand some parents, but it wasn’t my place to.
10
Mylani
Jersey drove us to this nice rooftop restaurant that overlooked the city. I thought it was sweet, but I was kind of apprehensive because this seemed like a lot for a first date. We had just ordered our drinks and appetizers and were now seated out on the balcony making small talk.
“So, what made you want to be a stripper?” he asked abruptly.
“It was a means of taking care of me and my lil’ sister. I didn’t think waiting for a check would suffice, and waitresses didn’t make shit. I know I could dance my ass off, so it made sense.” I shrugged, taking a sip of my drink.
“I’ll agree with you on that. You can definitely dance your ass off. That shit be sensual as fuck. Have a nigga forgetting he in a strip club and shit,” he confessed, causing me to blush.
“That’s the point. I’m not like those other girls in there, looking for a come up or the next rich nigga to wife me up. My lil’ sister is my inspiration.”
“I can dig it. If you don’t mind me asking, how long your moms been on drugs?”
“Excuse me? Who said my mom was on drugs?”
“Shawty, I can spot a junkie in my sleep. I ain’t judging you, if that’s what you thinking.”
I looked down at my drink and sighed heavily.
“For as long as I can remember. She didn’t use when she was pregnant, thank God. Trinity’s dad used to supply her, and I guess he got tired of it and left. He still comes to the house, but it’s not like he makes the shit any better.”
