KA'MARI "MARI" HARRIS
MIAMI, FLORIDA
7pm
my bestie❤️🔥
club tonight?
of course.
Throat Baby circulated through the bathroom as i waltzed around preparing myself for my night outing with my best friend Crystal. I was lathered up in my favorite fragrance Eau Tendre by Chanel. I dressed myself casually. Well to me it's casual. Leather thigh high boots that i paired with a black top that showed cleavage but not too much along with a short fitted skirt. After finishing up the touches on my makeup I grabbed my purse and exited out of my house. Crystal sat waiting for me in her all black jeep.
"Well hello Mrs Hollywood" she said as i stepped into the car. I gave her a swift eye roll as i buckled my seatbelt.
"I am not Hollywood".
"Tuh could've fooled me. You barely make time for me anymore Mar Mar" she said poking her lips out at me.
"I know and i apologize. But me opening up another shop has me preoccupied most days. I promise tonight i'll make it up to you." I was currently getting my second Hair salon up and running in Atlanta. My first one here has been doing amazing and business seems to just get better and better.
"Mhm you better". She pulled off and we headed towards a popular miami club, E11Even. I wasn't big on clubs , too many people. I didn't like to be seen and i didn't like to be around drunk fanatics , it wasn't my cup of tea. But i still manage to be a party girl. It doesn't quite make sense.
We soon pulled up to the club and found some parking towards the front. As suspected the line to get inside was wrapped around the building but me and Crystal being who we are we easily pulled strings to get us right inside. We were escorted to our section where they already had bottles and Hookah waiting.
"Now that's what i'm talking about" I picked up the bottle of Clase Azul from the ice bucket and poured it up into two shot glasses. I handed a glass over to crystal and we both downed the liquid at the same time. I had a little something in my system to start my vibe up, and the song playing at the moment was the perfect thing to
boost it, "Diamonds Dancing" by Drake flowed and i occasionally snapped a video of my rapping the lyrics then posting it to my instagram story.
"Bitchh" Crystal spoke tapping me. I blew out the hookah i held in my hand through my nostrils and looked over . "Wassup?"
"Over there , that guys is looking at you" she said pointing to a section that wasn't too far from us that consisted of a lot of males and maybe four females. I pulled down my Prada glasses and glanced over at him. He was tall. Slim build , cleanly shaven and he was dressed in Amiri head to toe. We caught eyes for a moment i couldn't help but stare. He smirked and winked his eye at me , i quickly looked away.
"Uhh Mari you good? You practically just eye fucked that man, y'all know each other?" Crystal asked snapping me out of my trance. "Uhm. No we don't know each other" I answered quickly.
"Mmm , well he sure is walking over here get the dick sis" He indeed was walking over here , and i watched his every step. His jeans hung slightly below his waist revealing his Versace underwear and he was a little bowlegged.
"Wassup ma? You gone speak to me or you just gone stare"
"Hello" I stuck out my hand and he eyed it for a moment. "Ka'Mari , everyone calls me Mari though" .
"Saint." He took a seat beside me and instantly his smelled warmed up my insides. This man was a work of art.
"Saint? That's your birth given name?" i asked with curiosity present in my tone.
"Nah, it's Aysan." He said removing the blunt he had from his ear and lighting it.
"I like that name , it's unique"
"Yeah? , It'll sound even better wit you moaning it" he said exhaling the smoke from his blunt and placing his eyes back onto me. I swallowed hard on the lump that formed in my throat.
"What are your intentions with me? I ain't just some fuck and duck type of girl"
"My intentions are whatever you want em to be ma. You just wanna fuck? Cool. I can tell you ain't neva' fucked wit a nigga like me."
I bit down on my lip deciding whether or not i wanted to give up my phone number so easily. But i was giving in.
"Let me see ya phone" I held out my hand and he placed his phone into it. I typed my name in and saved it. He grabbed my chin making me face towards him "I'll call you". I just nodded my head with no verbal response. He stood up from the chair and walked off back towards his section.
I couldn't help but to be flabbergasted. Crystal came back over and i immediately had to go into detail about what just transpired.
AYSAN "SAINT" GRAINGER
MIAMI ,FLORIDA
"Who was shorty?" My homeboy Meer asked looking over my shoulder
"Don't worry about allat' just know i'm onnat." I wasn't the type to do relationships.
Normally just fucked and ducked. I didn't need a relationship, it just wasn't my thing. Some of these bitches they want that with me , they get a little taste of good dick and want you to settle down. But i ain't going for it.
"She bad as hell , pass her to me next" my brother Pooter said with a slick smirk on his face. He was a cool little young nigga , but that mouth had some gas on it.
"Chill" I eyed him knowing i meant business. I don't like to share, and he knows that. I checked my rolex for the time it was nearing almost 12 AM.
"Y'all ready to slide?" I asked finished up my blunt and ashing it.
"Fasho"
We made our way out the building towards our cars. I drove a Matte black G-Wagon, nothing too major. I was a high class nigga , and i lived a high class life that i worked my ass off to get. I started off as your typical corner boy slanting for the next nigga , but then I learned that scared money don't make money so I started learning how to get that shit on my own.
I jumped into my car and pulled out my phone sending shorty a quick text
this saint, lock me in.
delivered 12:02
Afterwards i tossed my phone into my seat and fired up the engine. I had money to make. I am a business man, and time waits for no one.
ohh this re write is gonna knock y'all socks off.
