Crossed (complete)

Part 1

I could tell she wanted me. I knew that she was intrigued by me. She was sprung, and couldn't get enough. Dasani was in love with me. I remember the day that I met That I met Dasani's crazy, sexy ass. It was three years ago at the Fourth of July block party. There she was, skin chocolate, legs thick and long, eyes to die for, and a killer smile. Baby had me open the moment I saw her. I knew she was gonna be mine. She walked over to me, with the meanest look on her face and asked me if we had a problem. "No, why would we have a problem love?" "Because you keep fucking staring at me. Do you like what you see?" I smiled, making sure I flashed my deep ass dimples at her and replied, "oh baby I definitely love what I see." She smiled big, then licked her lips and said "I'm Dasani." "So that means you water then," I said jokingly. "Maybe. Can you swim?" She laughed and asked what my name was. "Kianna," I told her. We hit it off instantly. The vibe was crazy. We spent the whole time talking, flirting, and getting to know each other. I liked her. She was real. I knew what she did to make her money and I was cool with it. Shit I was a hustler myself, so I couldn't say anything. She told me how she didn't usually fuck with girls but I was different, so she was gonna "make an exception." We've been inseparable ever since. I mean yea I loved her, but she didn't have my heart. I was about my business. A killer in bundles and red bottoms. She knew that. Dasani also knew I wasn't going anywhere, and neither was she. Mama had my back, and I had her front. We were a team. We were forever. The thing that I loved most about Dasani was her hustle. Her drive, her hunger, it matched mine. She was about her business. Sani didn't play about her coin and if you even thought about fucking with her money, she would mow your ass down with no hesitation. Partners in crime was an understatement. Shit, fuck Thelma and Louise, we were Ki and Sani. Dasani worked at the second hottest strip club in Houston, The Playhouse. As for me? I owned everyone's first choice, Flavors. Now I know what you're thinking, "why does a woman own a strip joint?" The truth is I love strippers. All women in general, obviously. Especially strippers. Their hustle, the hunger for that cash, the any means necessary mentality. I admired it, I had love for my girls and they adore me. I told Dasani that she didn't have to dance at The Playhouse anymore. She was mine now, I didn't want anyone else looking at her. The hustler in her wasn't having that shit, but the bratty side complied beautifully. "I only need 2 things from you Dasani." "What's that Ki?" She asked. "Always have my back, under any circumstances and don't ever fucking lie to me. Promise?" I said to her. "I promise babe, I got you." I smiled. "Good that's what I like to hear, now come here baby show me how much you love me." Dasani grinned as she walked over to me. She was gorgeous, and she was all mine. She kissed me and moaned quietly, "I love you Kianna." She whispered. "Mm-mm don't tell me, show me. Now strip." Dasani smirked and did exactly what I told her to do.