Lovin A Hustla (Urban Fiction)

Loving A Hustla

Chapter 1

"Girl we about to be too turnt up in the club tonight," Eva sang as she eyed her wide hips in the full-length mirror.

She pulled her curls apart to give her style a fuller look, and then did a half turn to see if her ass was sitting right. She smiled before turning back around and admiring everything about herself. Eva was a beautiful girl with shoulder length hair, a caramel complexion, and small slanted eyes. She was mixed with black and Mexican and had a body of a video vixen. Her wide hips and curvaceous bottom always attracted the likes of many men and kept the females envious of her. The pink dahlia print Gucci dress she wore accentuated her frame and gave her a sexy, but very classy look.

"Let's just hope these hoes have they mind right, and I ain't gotta fuck nobody up. This dress is too tight to be trying to give it to somebody," Jade laughed as she gave herself an approving nod.

Her yellow House of Dereon Caged mini dress didn't cost as much and Eva's threads, but she looked good all the same. Jade was only five feet six inches tall, but the black spiked pumps she wore added a few extra inches and had her looking as good as a super model. Her dark smooth skin meshed perfectly with the yellow in her dress. She fingered her hands through her Megan Goode inspired cut and put a fresh coating of MAC tinted lip glass over her succulent, juicy lips. She pursed her lips together, blew herself a kiss, and smiled at the finality of her look. She was thin, but the hundreds of squats she incorporated into her daily workout gave her a nice firm ass, shapely thighs, and sexy hips.

Both her and Eva were hot and undoubtedly would be some of the baddest bitches to step foot into Club Onyx tonight for Eva's man Tuck's thirtieth birthday.

Eva and Jade gave each other the once over before heading out of the dressing room and down the hall of the 4500 square foot home. Each took their time carefully stepping one foot at a time as they made their way down the wrapped staircase. Their heels clicked against the marble grained floor with each strut that they took until they reached the outside of the home. Eva popped the locks on her cocaine colored Maserati and flipped her curls to the back.

Eva had come a long way from the gapped mouth, four-eyed, skinny, ghetto, project chick everyone once knew her as. She was now the chick that every little girl dreamed about and aimed to be. She was one of the luckiest chicks in Dallas and without question one of the most hated.

I'ma sell my dope can't trust no bitch, Pop my wheel break bread with my click, If a nigga don't hustle then a nigga don't eat. Eva grabbed her iPhone knowing it was Tuck from the 'Sell my Dope' ringtone that she assigned to him. She slid the bar across the screen and put the phone to her ear. "'Sup birthday boy," Eva cooed into the receiver.

"Sitting here wondering what the hell is taking my bitch so long to show up. Wondering why she feel the need to do a grand entrance on my muthafuckin' night," Tuck barked into the phone. His tone was scruffy and demanding as always, one that commanded attention every time he spoke.

Eva blew air into the phone and rolled her pretty brown eyes, "Tuck we on the way. I had to wait on Dip to get through washing my damn car," she lied knowing that she couldn't tell the truth.

If she admitted that she and Jade had only left the mall an hour and a half ago all because she couldn't make her mind up on which dress she liked best, Tuck would be too pissed. Eva always felt that everything was about her. She didn't care that they'd been celebrating Tuck's birthday and not hers. She intentionally took her time picking a dress and made sure she took an ample amount of time getting ready. She loved when all eyes were on her and what better way to ensure that would happen than to show up to an event a couple hours after it was set to start. In her mind, she had been teased long enough, and now it was time for her to shine on the very bum bitches that did the teasing.