Reggie, my co worker, was a dream. Meeting a nigga that never been arrested and finished college with no prior wives and kids seemed like a complete psychotic rarity.
He was a sweetheart, and thank God that he was straight. Cool. Beans. Bih.
For two years we hung out, and became good friends since I was a New York girl now. A bitch from G Town, Goulds, bitch. That would be me...
When I first met him, after my one night stand, he ignored me. Apparently, my one night stand with a nigga I fucked the first night I arrived in New York was Reggie's estranged twin brother, Melvin from the Bronx.
I had no idea until I complimented him at the mall about looking like a dude I'd just banged.
Reggie never spoke. In fact he snubbed me. I remember nine hundred dollars falling from his jacket as he stormed off all stuck in the face. He didn't want no gun smoke.
I made a decision to be a good samaritan.
I flagged him down.
"Bitch, I'm not my brother."
"Tone it down, boi. I thought I had the pussy."
He tucked his chin back. "Excuse me."
I waved the envelope in his face. "You dropped this money."
He checked his pockets. "Oh, shit," he said, letting down his guard. "Look, I apologize."
"No problem. I'm Melissa."
"Reggie."
We shook hands and he was bouncing deep in these tight, gushy walls in his massive bed an hour later. He made me cum four times.
He was a much better lover than his brother...
Over breakfast and pillow talk we opened up about our lives. I told him I was looking for a high paying job because New York had cut and state tax. Fourteen dollars for a pack of cigarettes?
Chile.
Did some free head come with it?
"Maybe you're in luck."
"How." Shrimp and grits. Yummy. He was a great cook.
"I'm the Hiring Manager of an insurance firm. Can you do cold calling, outbound bill collecting. Twenty-nine dollars an hour a sign on stimulus package if you pass a background check."
"I'm good. I'm a classy hood chick. I cut bitches and stomp hoes with brass knuckles and put this brass monkey on their niggas. I been to jail."
"For what, if you don't mind my asking."
"Selling pussy behind Whipple Store before they tore it down."
He choked. ..
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ChickLitI was 5 feet 4 inches with a Lil' Kim-type body without the plastic surgery. Men always said that I looked like Toni Braxton but sexier. I knew that already. Duh! I was too pretty for my own good. Melissa Jackson never live by the rules. She breaks...
