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  “Hey boo.”

  “Are you busy right now?”

  “Yeah, kinda, what you need?”

  “I just wanted to see if you were near downtown, so I could get a ride home. That’s all, but don’t worry about it. It’s fine, I’ll call Major,” Jholee said and hung up the phone.

  Jholee sighed and dialed Major’s number. Major was a guy that Jholee had been kind of dating for the last couple of months. It was nothing serious, but he did make her smile a lot. Her trust with men had been fucked up, so she didn’t want to get into something and get her heartbroken.

  “Yeah, baby,” Major picked up on the first ring.

  “I actually kind of need a favor, but if you can’t do it, then it’s perfectly okay. I won’t be mad about it or—”

  “Lee, what is it? Stop doing that shit,” Major hissed into the phone.

  “I’m at the studio, and I kind of need a ride home. If you are close by here, can you come and pick me up? If not, I’ll just call an Uber.”

  “Lee, stop doing that. I’m on the way. I’m ten minutes away,” Major said and hung up the phone.

  After gathering her things and putting on the sweat suit she wore to the studio, Major was knocking at the door. As she approached the door, Major smiled at her as he held the phone up to his ear. Major had a gold grill on the bottom row of his teeth and the top row of his teeth were perfect and white. He wore his natural hair in kinky curls all over his head, and if you looked at it, it looked hard, but it was actually soft. His light brown eyes could draw a blind person in, and his beard was thick and kind of long, but it was soft. It always smelled good. His skin was a shade above caramel and he was fine as hell, but Jholee couldn’t get out of her head long enough to give him a real chance.

  Jholee opened the door and Major took her bag away from her and threw it over this shoulder. He opened the door to his black Lexus and Jholee slid onto the leather seats and put on her seatbelt.

  “How was your day? I hadn’t heard from you all day,” Major said as soon as he slid into his car.

  “Can you put on your seatbelt? And I could make the same case,” Jholee countered.

  Major hated wearing his seatbelt, but he wanted to make Lee happy, so he pulled it across himself and pressed it into the hole.

  “We can’t keep playing these damn games, Lee. I want you. I been chasing you for the last few months and you keep tripping on a nigga. Why?”

  Jholee shrugged her shoulders, but she knew why, she just didn’t feel like explaining anything to him.

  “You don’t hear me talking to you?” Major sniped.

  “Yeah, I heard you, Major. I don’t want to chill at your apartment.”

  “Okay, well, why you just ain’t say that?”

  “Didn’t know I had to,” Jholee mumbled.

  Major heard her, but he was going to let her slide with that one. He knew that Jholee was timid and not usually the type of girl that he went for, but the day he saw her on campus, he knew that he had to have her. Major had been asking around campus about Jholee Marshall, and nobody seemed to know anything about her but who her daddy was. The dudes around campus couldn’t put her with anyone, and that was a huge plus for him. Knowing that Jholee was pure only made him pursue her even harder. Major wasn’t going to let Jholee ghost him.

  The ride from downtown to Queens Harbor was a long and slow one for Major and Jholee. There had been an accident on the road and it held traffic up like twenty extra minutes. The only thing that could be heard in the car was the radio playing. When Major pulled up to the gate, he let the window down so the security guard could see Jholee in the car with him because she wasn’t going to let him see her code to get in the gate. Her daddy always taught her to be overly cautious of men.

  Major pulled up to Jholee’s four-bedroom, four-bathroom house and got out to open the door for her. He opened the back door and grabbed her bag from the back seat and handed it to her. She tried to walk away but Major grabbed her by her elbow and pulled her back.

  “You were gon’ leave without giving me a hug? You real rude, Lee,” Major spoke.

  He wrapped his arms around her and Jholee slowly inhaled his cologne. He was only a few inches taller than her at 5’9, so her head fit perfectly on his chest.

  “You can’t tell me this don’t feel right,” Major whispered and kissed her forehead. “And your hair smells good as hell.”

  Jholee smirked at the lie. It was time for a wash. A day that she dreaded the most. The only thing she got from her mom was a bunch of 3C curly hair that stopped in the middle of her back when straightened, but she always kept it curly to keep as much heat off her hair as possible.

  Deviating from the first statement, she replied, “You smell good too.”

  After a few moments of hugging, Jholee pulled away. She walked up her driveway and into the house. She would normally go around the back into the door of the garage, but she wanted to tell her people goodnight before she showered and turned in herself. She walked further into the house and it was pitch black, but she could smell the fried chicken her mother had cooked earlier. She was getting ready to knock on her dad’s office door when she heard her goddaddy and her father talking.

  “So, what you are saying is, I only need seventy-five thousand dollars to re-up?” Joe-Lee asked his right-hand man.

  “Yeah, if I go into my savings and get seventy-five and you can get seventy-five, then we can re-up big time and take the fucking streets back. You know our connect wasn’t fucking with none of these niggas around here but us. We get our connect back and you can get Netta all her bags and shit back, and life will be sweet again,” Conway said to his partner.

  “Bruh, we only got about sixty thousand dollars left in our savings, and that’s about to be gone fast as shit because both Jr. and Jay trying to go to college in Georgia. You know how much that’s going to cost if they ain’t got a scholarship. I can’t take that away from my babies. You know how much my kids mean to me. Jholee don’ gave up her apartment, her car, and some classes at college, and I don’t know man…” Joe-Lee stuttered.

  “Nigga, that stroke really fucked you up. Did you fucking forget who the fuck you are? You are Joe-Lee mothafuckin’ Marshall. You take chances. You take risks. How you think you were making all that fucking money years ago? You were taking chances. Just think about what I said.”

  Jholee was so engrossed in the conversation that she almost fell through the door when Conway opened the door.

  “Goodnight, Godbaby,” Conway said and kissed her on the forehead, and left out of the office, closing the door behind him.

  “How much of that did you hear?” Joe-Lee asked.

  “Enough, I suppose. If you need seventy-five thousand dollars there—”

  “No, JoJo.”

  “—is a club opening up and—”

  “Hell no, you ain’t stripping!”

  “I could be a waitress and get tips. Dad, I wanna help.”

  “You’re not working in a club, JoJo,” her father spoke sternly.

  “But I can—”

  “It’s not up for a discussion. Goodnight, namesake.”

  “Night, Dad.”

  Jholee eased out of his office and down into her room. She prayed that she would get an idea that would help her dad get back on his feet. She knew if her dad was on his feet, the house would get back to normal… well not completely normal, but at least some peace.

  Chapter 2

  TK had been getting ready to hit the streets when his phone screen popped on and he saw his on and off girlfriend of six years, Cheyenne Parker, at his gate. TK had cameras all over his house. His cameras were also connected to his phone, so whenever someone approached his gate, the app on his phone automatically came on. He sighed before clicking the button to speak to her through the intercom on the gate.

  “What, Chey? I thought you broke up with me. What you doing here?” TK asked.

  Cheyenne rolled her eyes and sighed. “Kiandre, you know I just be
mad. I’m never going to leave you for real.”

  TK thought about it for a minute and he was getting ready to respond until Chey started yelling.

  “TK open up this fucking gate before I ram it with my fucking truck. Damn,” Chey warned.

  TK knew that Chey wasn’t lying because that wouldn’t be the first time that he had to replace a gate that she had fucked up. He would much rather deal with her fucked up attitude versus paying thousands to repair his gate. Chey pulled her pearl colored Mercedes truck behind TK’s Escalade. Chey knew that he would be driving his truck because he only drove it during the day time. She parked her car, got out, and rang his doorbell repeatedly before she heard the doors unlock.

  Chey walked in the house that she sometimes stayed at with her fine ass on and off again boyfriend Kiandre Kornel Kincaid, who was known in the streets as TK. Chey was eighteen years old when she first saw TK. He was damn near a whole foot taller than her at six foot two, and his cinnamon colored skin and light brown hooded eyes were the first thing that attracted Chey to him, but when he opened his mouth, a Keith Sweat bedroom voice came out through his full lips and straight white teeth The gold fangs in his mouth matched the gold chain with a blinged-out ‘TK’ on the end of it. Everything about TK screamed street nigga and that made a young Chey’s center moist. He immediately swept her off her feet and made her his boo, and everything about their relationship changed after TK dicked her down. TK wasn’t her first, but he was the first to have her howling at the moon when she had an orgasm and TK knew it, but he wasn’t ready for the crazy that came along with making Chey cum so hard.

  “Where you going?” Chey asked TK when she found him in the bathroom.

  “You ain’t my girl, Cheyenne. You broke up with me for holding an interview with a few girls, right?” TK asked her, reminding her of how crazy she had acted yesterday afternoon in front of a whole restaurant.

  TK was born and raised in Jacksonville, FL, and ever since he’d been old enough to go to strip clubs, he ain’t never been to one like he was going to open. The name of his club was going to be TK’s Sweet Escape and it was going to be equipped with some of the finest dancers, alcohol, and food that money could buy. It was going to be two floors with one floor being a high roller’s floor where the rich niggas were going to chill, and all the girls were going to have a chance to work on the high roller’s floor. There weren’t going to be any beds in his club because he wasn’t in the business of selling pussy like his father was. The only thing he would ever sell was drugs. The only rooms in the club were going to be TK’s office, maybe a couple more empty offices in case he hired someone, and the locker room where the girls would get changed and get their make-up done. Security was going to be on point, so nothing crazy would happy on his watch.

  “Can we get back together, TK? I’m sorry. You know how I am when it comes to you,” Chey said and wrapped her arms around his waist, prompting TK to look at her.

  Cheyenne was every bit of five foot three and wore her hair in a short cut. TK had never gone for a woman with a short haircut, but Cheyenne was fine as hell with her brown skin and high cheekbones. Her Coke-bottle shape was sexy as hell and a major turn-on to TK, and another reason why he didn’t hesitate to make her his woman. He was twenty-three when they met, and TK thought that since it’d been six years that Chey would have aged out of her crazy, but she hadn’t, and it was bugging him more the quicker he approached age thirty.

  “Chey, the shit is getting old now. You twenty-four now. You’ve known since you started fucking with me that I was going to be talking to a lot of females, as if they don’t work for our family. You know that. I ain’t never blatantly disrespected you, so why would I start now?” TK asked her, but Chey didn’t have a verbal answer.

  The only answer she had was to get down on her knees and pull his pants down. Most of the times TK wore a velour track suit, so it was easy for Chey to get to his briefs. TK didn’t stop her because he knew that Chey sucked dick like a porn star when she was apologizing for the latest dumbest stunt she pulled. Chey pulled down his black Fendi briefs and his soft dick popped out. Chey’s mouth watered at the sight of TK’s two-toned dick with his mushroom-size head being light brown and his nine-inch, thick ass shaft being dark brown.

  Chey gripped it with both of her small hands and started sucking on the head of his dick. Chey looked up at TK and he had a look on his face that was hard to read.

  “Move them hands and put all this dick in your mouth. Don’t play with it now,” TK growled, turning Chey on.

  Obliging TK, Chey removed her hands and started sucking on his dick like she was Pinky the porn star. She was deep throating TK’s nine-inch dick and TK couldn’t deny how good she had him feeling. He palmed her head and started guiding her up and down on his dick real fast. Slob was dripping down the side of Chey’s mouth and onto her chest. Her pussy was started to soak through her panties and she couldn’t wait to feel TK slide up in her gushy walls.

  “You want this nut?” TK asked her.

  “Mmm-huh,” Chey moaned.

  “Keep sucking then. I’m about to give you what you want.”

  Chey placed both of hands back on his dick because she knew that two-hand twist would get him to nut in minutes.

  “Shit…” TK mumbled.

  TK could feel his nut getting ready to shoot through the head of his dick, so he pushed her head all the way down on his dick, so Chey wouldn’t miss a drop of his load. She stayed at the base of his dick until he emptied his nut sack in the back of her throat. When she pulled back tears were running down her face. TK helped her up and she immediately started unbuttoning her shorts, but he stopped her.

  “Nah, shorty, I got somewhere to be,” TK told her.

  “But I want some dick,” she whined. “You ain’t about to do shit but go to that meeting with your father. You can be a few minutes late.”

  “Maybe tonight if you act right.”

  Chey wrapped her arms around him because she didn’t want him to leave without giving her any of his dick. “Chey, move, na. You got to be at work too. Move, so I can get cleaned up, and you need to brush your teeth.”

  TK finally moved her out of the way and walked over to his linen closet to grab a towel. While TK washed his dick up, Chey brushed her teeth, and she figured that this would be the perfect moment to tell him that she and her sister, Chassidy, would be going to Vegas.

  “TK, you know I love you, right?” she spoke with a mouth full of toothpaste, and he cut his brown eyes at her because he knew that she was about to tell him some crazy shit or was about to ask for something.

  “What you want?”

  She spit the toothpaste in the sink. “You always think I want something.”

  In response to that, TK raised his right eyebrow because she always wanted something, and she knew that.

  “Well, me and Chas going to Vegas this weekend and I’m going to need you to cover for me at the front desk of Sins.”

  Sins was short for Sinsations and it was a sex store that TK’s father, Karter, owned. He had one store in Jacksonville and one store in Vegas, and they both brought in a lot of money. A whole bunch of money because it doubled as a prostitution ring.

  “Why can’t you just go and leave Chas here to work this store? Or take your mama with you?”

  TK hated working the front desk at Sins because he hated being bothered with people. His part in his dad’s company only involved him picking up and dropping off shit. He only had to deal with a minimum of ten people a day. With Sins being a sex store and a prostitution ring, he had to deal with all those women, and he hated it. Chey and Chas both took turns working the front desk at Sins, or they both were together sometimes, depending on how busy they were, and they both knew about the prostitution ring that Karter ran.

  “I don’t travel without my sister. Tell Big K that we need another person, or get Kelan or Kiersten to—”

  “Hell no,” TK hissed.

  Kelan and Kiersten were T
K’s twin brother and sister. They were only twenty-two years old, and TK wanted them as far away from Sins as possible. TK knew his twin siblings weren’t stupid and they knew what was going on, because there was no way that two sex stores could provide the living that they had now, but he still didn’t want them working anywhere around it.

  “Well, it’s going to be left up to you. We are only going to be gone for three days. You can handle the front desk for three days. You need more people skills anyway, TK,” Chey said before kissing him on his cheek.

  “Mane, bye.”

  Chey kissed him again before walking out of the house with TK on her heels. He jumped in his truck and waited for Chey to pull out of the gate before he pulled out and set the alarm on his house. He turned on Meek’s new album and turned it loud, so he could hear his speakers knocking in the trunk. Twenty minutes later, TK was pulling through the gates of Cleveland Arms. TK had a couple of trap houses in the complex and the niggas who ran it already knew it was cash out day. He pulled in the last parking space and put his truck in park. His music cut off and his phone started ringing. The letter ‘R’ came across his radio, and he pushed the answer button on his steering wheel.

  “Yo,” TK answered the phone.

  “Hey, TK. What are you doing? You ain’t called me or text me all day.”

  “Riley, chill shorty. Our first time chilling was last night. I don’t even know if I even like you like that.”

  TK had met this stacked little shorty at the gas station a week or so ago and she was straightforward and asked for his number. Being amused by her straightforwardness, TK gave her his number. He slid over to her apartment last night and blessed her with the dick she had been begging for the last week. She had some good and wet pussy and TK would get it again whenever he felt like it.