Page 21 of Wasn't Supposed To Be Yours
When I asked that question, I watched the way his eyes cut from me, and he looked over at the parking lot. There was a reserved spot for me, since I was the owner of the shop, and you could see my beautiful Aston Martin that was pulled in. It was freshly washed. I woke up bright and early this morning, and I washed it myself. Because the sun was shining still, not going to go down until another hour or so, the truck looked as if it was glistening.
Favor stared at the truck for a few seconds, and then he turned his head to look back at me.
“I had me a little something at a warehouse. I was stocking and shit. I enjoyed the job because I could put my headphones in, enjoy my music, and get all my work down. The thing with that job is that it was me, and a hundred other niggas working for the company, so we really weren’t getting money like that. I got a call from them a few days ago, and they hit me saying that they had to let me, and a lot of other niggas go. I had a feeling that it was going to come to that, especially since my hours were getting cut by the day. I gotta work though. Even though I finished my prison sentence, it’s still consequences out here for me. I gotta pay restitution for that jewelry store that I robbed”.
“They take that shit out of my check, and if I miss a payment, then I gotta deal with my probation officer. You know the kind of nigga that I am, Tank. My pride higher than a motha fucka, andit’s hard for me to come to somebody for help. I came home, and I been hearing niggas saying that you doing your thing, owning your smoke shops, and shit. This ain’t me coming to you for a handout. I ain’t asking you for no money. I just want to know if you have a spot for me at one of your shops. I can stock, sweep floors, clean bathrooms, whatever you need me to do,” I could see it in his eyes that he was desperate.
I felt so bad for this nigga because the Favor that I knew back in the day was the complete opposite of the Favor that was standing in front of me.
I sighed after he finished because there was a part of me that was hoping that this wasn’t where the conversation was going to lead. I planted my eyes on him, and all I saw was a man that looked tired, and as if he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. You could see the way the streets chewed his ass up, and then with all the time that he served, prison had spit him out.
In this moment, all I could think about was past conversations that I’ve had with my pop- pop. My pop- pop used to always tell me that friends and business didn’t mix. He used to always say that when you go into business with your friends, they will feel as if the rules didn’t apply to them. Not only was I thinking about that, but there were thoughts flooding my mind about the kind of person that Favor could be these days. I haven’t been around him in fifteen years. He was freshly home from prison, still adjusting, and more than likely, he still had that prison mindset. It’s almost like a gamble for me to help him out, and put him on, but the kind of heart that I had, I couldn’t stand here and let this nigga struggle. I had to help him out in some way.
“I respect you for coming down here and having this tough conversation with me. I know you, so I know that nothing about what you just asked me was easy for you. I even respect that youdidn’t come down here with demands, feeling like I owed you because of our brotherhood. Your willing to put the work in, and that’s something that I can work with. This is my latest spot, so I can find a spot here for you. I can hook you up with a stocking position. I just want to put a little bug in your ear, so that there isn’t any confusion. I don’t have kids, man. My businesses are my kids, and I’m overprotective as a motha fucka with them. Playing with my business is the equivalent of playing with me. I’m a businessman Favor, but I’m still that same lil nigga from back in the days, that’ll beat a nigga ass or even kill when it comes to my respect. This shit was built from the ground up. Don’t make me regret putting you on, man,” I was a little firm, but I had to be because I needed him to know how serious I was.
“You don’t have to worry about me disrespecting you, or your business. Nigga, I got too much to lose,” he replied, sticking his hand out, so that I could give him a pound. I did just that, and then I stepped back a little bit, putting my hands in my pockets.
“How your mama doing?” I asked him, changing the subject. Favor was raised by his mama, and he used to give her hell. When we were teenagers, she stayed calling the cops on him because he would run away, not wanting to go home.
It wasn’t because he was being abused or anything at home, but his mama had rules set in place for him, that he didn’t want to abide by, so he would run away.
“She straight. Still annoying as fuck, riding me just like she used to do when I was a kid, but she’s straight. I’m thankful for her, man. She never let me spend a holiday, or a birthday alone when I was locked up. She made that drive to come and see me, and I know that it wasn’t easy. I gotta find me a legit hustle, so that I can pay her back at least half the shit that she’s ever done for me. Even right now, I’m a grown ass man. I’m thirty- five years old, and I’m back living with her. She got a boyfriend and shit over there, and I know that I’m fuckin up her little motionwith him. Soon as I can find me a legit hustle, and have money pouring in, I’m getting the fuck out that lady shit,” he finished, and I laughed.
“Your mama tough, but she love you man,” I responded. No way in hell I was going to tell this nigga that I had a big ass house in Southwest Ranches, and that he could just crash with me. It was one thing for me to put him on with a job, but to have him move in with me was something completely different.
We talked for a little bit more, and Favor had a phone that he handed to me, so that I could put my number in. I got his number as well, and I told him to be on the lookout for my call because I was going to be hitting him in a couple of days. He was happy to work, telling me that he was ready to start whenever I needed him.
I shook it up with him, and I watched him as he walked over to the corner, where I was just noticing he had his bike parked. Swear to God, I had to look down when I saw him riding away. This just wasn’t the way that I was used to seeing him. Favor had been in the streets for a long time. It would be him selling drugs, robbing people, even dabbing into fraud for a little bit, so the nigga always had money. Seeing him home, and witnessing the way that he was fucked up, it really made me feel bad about it, but I could hear my grandma’s voice in my ear, telling me that I didn’t need to make everyone’s problems my problems.
I eventually left the shop. As I was pulling out, I sent a text to Renee, letting her know that I was on the way. It was going to take me about twenty minutes to get to her apartment. I swear to God if Dionne and I were on a talking level, getting to know each other and shit, I wouldn’t be pulling up on Renee right now. Dionne, and I weren’t on that level though, so I was free to do whatever I wanted.
It’s been a week since we went to that open mic event and then spent hours at the lounge. That first hour at the lounge withher, she was so uptight, vibing with me like I put a gun to her head, forcing her to come out with me. After she got some drinks in her system, and once she realized that I was a cool ass dude, she did let her guard down a little bit. I enjoyed the time that we spent together, and I couldn’t help but to want to spend more time with her, but I haven’t been hearing from her like that, and it wasn’t in me to chase a bitch. I didn’t give a fuck how fine she was.
Dionne had texted me that night, letting me know that she made it home, and we talked through text for a little bit. I hit her up the next day with a good morning text, and her ass didn’t text me back until later that evening. I could read a motha fuckin room well, so I never texted her ass back, and we haven’t spoken since. As happy as that shit would make me to get with a woman like Dionne, I just didn’t have it in me to be chasing behind her like that, so I was going to let her be.
I pulled up to the gated community where Renee lived. I had to key in the code at the call box, and within seconds, the gate was opening. I found a spot to park in the visitors parking lot, and before getting out, I raised my middle console, pulling out the fresh pack of condoms that I had there, and I put it in my pocket.
I grabbed my gun as well, that was resting in the middle console, put it on my waist, and that’s when I shut the car off, so that I could get out.
I walked through the parking lot, and I made it over to the stairs. Renee stayed on the second floor, so I jogged up the stairs, and once I was on the second floor, I made a right, walked down the hall, and within a matter of seconds, I was standing in front of her door. I banged my fist on the door, not putting too much force behind it, and it didn’t take long for the front door to open, and Renee was right there, standing on the other side. She smiled when she saw me, as if she was happy to see me.We haven’t been fuckin with each other, so I haven’t seen her in weeks.
I examined her with my eyes, taking her in. I had a type when it came to women. My whole life, I have only been attracted to dark skinned women. A naturally dark-skinned woman raised me, and you couldn’t tell me that my mama wasn’t the most beautiful woman in the world. Then, the close bond that I had with my grandmother, who was also a dark-skinned woman, so that’s always been what I was attracted to. Naturally pretty women were my weakness. The kind where I can pull up on you on a night like tonight, and your face could be free of any make-up, and to me, you would still make a nigga do a double take on you.
There was no surprise that Renee was a beautiful woman, since every woman that’s ever been in my line up were all beautiful. She was about 5’5, and she had a nice ass body. Tiny waist, wide hips, with a fat ass. She stood there in this black, two-piece set, and the shorts were little as hell on her, so I knew that the second she turned around, I was going to see her ass cheeks hanging out of the shorts. The top was just a thin, spaghetti strapped shirt, and she didn’t have a bra on, so I could see her pierced nipples. Her jet-black hair was pulled into a slick back bun, and all she wore was lip gloss.
“I missed you,” was the first thing that she said to me when I walked in the house. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I put both hands on her ass, rubbing up and down, and then I slapped it a couple of times, looking behind her, wanting to see the way it was jiggling.
Seeing her ass jiggle the way that it did, made my dick rock up. I haven’t had pussy in a while, so I already knew that I was going to go crazy in her shit.
She jumped in my arms, and Renee was light, so I was able to hold her up with just one arm. I’ve been to her apartment plentyof times, so I walked us to the back, and the light in her bedroom was already turned on. Her bed was freshly made, and it was spotless inside. Instead of sitting on her bed in my street clothes, I opted on sitting on the ottoman bench that was in front of her bed.
When I lowered us down, her body crashed into my lap, and it was on from there, where her lips sank into my neck, and she started placing kisses, and soft sucks. I was no better than a woman when it came to getting my neck sucked because I loved that shit. Renee had soft lips too.
She finished doing that, and then she raised my shirt, and my wife beater, where she put kisses, and licks all on my chest, and made her way down to my stomach. I removed the gun that was on my waist, and I sat it on the bed behind me. By this point, Renee had removed herself from my lap, and she got down on her knees, unbuckling my belt, and not needing any help, she got that big, black dick out, spit on the head, and she instantly started swallowing my shit.
I’ll give her the 1stplace spot when it came to sucking dick. Nobody sucked my dick the way Renee did. She would get nasty as hell with that shit, as if this was a dick sucking competition, and a few bands were on the line. Such a pretty girl, but she would do some downright ugly things to this dick, but I loved that shit. I was a nasty ass nigga. I been fuckin since I was twelve. I knew my way around pussy very well. I’ve made the toughest bitches that swore they could go round for round without tapping out, fold on me. There’s not a woman that I’ve ever been sexually involved with that could fix her lips and say that I gave out trash dick because I didn’t. The way I fucked needed to be studied. The way I can hold out on my nut, letting my partner bust at least two before I even got mine, wasn’t something that every woman was experiencing. I know this because women would tell me this shit.
“What point you trying to prove? Why you sucking that dick like that?” I asked her, one hand on top of her head, slowly guiding her head up, and down. It hadn’t even been a full minute yet, and she’d already made a fuckin mess.
