Sorry, No Song.
Messiah 'Siah' Anderson*****
Just when everything start going good something, fucks it up. But this, I ain't got no one to blame but my damn self.
I opened the door for Phat and helped her out. She nodded her head and gave me a little smile as she stepped ahead of me and pulled her oversized shades down covering her beautiful eyes from the beaming hot sun. I closed her door and sounded the alarm as I grabbed her head and led her to my condo upstairs.
Unlocking the door and pushing it open, I allowed Phat to enter first. She stepped in and I turned on the lights after closing the front door and making sure it was locked. I watched as Phat stared at my new place in amazement and approval.
"The Interior Decorator did a good job." She nodded her head as she ran her manicured nails over the black leather couch.
"How you know I didn't do this?" I asked coming up behind her. I felt her shiver beneath my touch.
"Messiah baby, I know you too well. And I know you didn't do this." She used her hands to motion around the front area.
"So you know me, now?"
"Damn right. Just as much as you know 'bout me, I know 'bout you." She said confidently.
"My favorite color?"
"What dish do I hate?"
"Mmm-hmm. I see ya' shawty." I joked.
"Your turn." She said while she picked up on my swaying and going along with the slow motion.
"Your favorite color is green and you hate octopus with a passion." I said.
She turned around in my arms and began caressing my cheeks.
"What are you doing?" I asked looking at her oddly.
"Just hold me, kay?" She asked.
I nodded my head and pulled her into me tighter. She continued caressing my cheeks while we stayed like that in the middle of my front room.
"Can I take you out tonight?" I asked her.
"Yes." She said and pulled out of my embrace.
I nodded my head and pulled back. "Go get somethin' nice for yourself. Be back here by eight." I instructed.
She walked to pick up my keys and headed back out the door but she stopped. "I love you, Siah." She said over her shoulder.
"Love you too, shawty." I said while looking at where she was at a few moments ago. I shook my head and pulled out my cell phone. Scrolling through my contacts I tapped on the number needed and placed it to my ear as I waited for someone to pull up.
"Can we talk now?" She asked and the attitude was very clear.
"Don't start that shit. Now talk." I said already tired of this conversation. I took a seat on the leather couch and sighed.
"I'm going next weekend to find out for sure." She said.
I sighed and ran my hand down my face. I hung up the phone and sat it down beside me. I was in deep shit if luck wasn't on my side this time around.
Phat stepped into the front room after what seemed like an eternity. She had on a white dress that was haltered and loosely fitting around the area of her knees where her dress stopped. A pair of brown sandals adorned her feet as she stepped in closer. Her natural kinky curls were pinned up as she had a few strands falling around her beautiful face. She barely wore any make-up which, I loved most about her.
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Messiah Jackson was all that and more. Messiah was the son of the retired, Notorious Damien Jackson. Following in his fathers' footsteps, he claims the throne to the respected empire built up by his grandfather. Messiah, who was also known as 'Siah...