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“That’s not the best part… look.” Moving the phone down, I wasn’t bothered that my nipple was into view. So, she could see him covering my pussy, I pulled the sheets back and showed her his muscular tatted up hand cuffing my bald pussy.

“Girl,” she put her hands over her mouth to conceal her heavy laughter. “Oh my gosh! Let me screenshot this so I can send it to our group chat. You know Jalisa gon’ talk shit. I wouldn’t be surprised if you came back pregnant.”

Putting my face into view, I struggled to laugh too. “Bitch please, I got a few more, ‘nut in me daddy’s’, left before God decides to put me on his strong soldier list,” I joked.

“Ahh,” she clapped with a smile. “I know that’s right. Robert and I need to book a trip out there, so we can see what the hype is all about. Jalisa and Lucky has told me all I need to know.”

“Girl,” I yawned. “It’s so beautiful out here and the people here are so friendly, more friendly than Drill cares for, but what you have planned for today? I see you’re still in your pajamas.”

“I’m working from home today. I don’t have to go into the firm.”

Lira is my lawyer turned friend. She’s also the CEO of a very prestigious law firm in Memphis called Johnson Law. Her name rings bells like she slangs coke in the streets. They used to call her Ms. Can’t Be Fucked With. Her husband, Robert Johnson is a division judge and when they’re in the courtroom together, they’re a force to be reckoned with. I had jury duty once and got to witness them together. One would think they weren’t married the way she sliced him from top to bottom like an arched enemy, but that’s why I love her, because just like me, she paved a lane for herself and encourages black women to do the same and don’t take no shit whatsoever. Last year, as a Christmas gift to me, she donated $25,000 to my homeless shelter, A Heart For Kids.

After talking with her for a few more minutes, joking around about Drill and me leaving here pregnant, I ended the call, so I could get some more sleep. We have a huge day ahead of us, with so many fun things planned and memories to make. As I watched the sunset paint the sky with vibrant colors, the serenity of Lover's Island made me realize this was the ideal place to admit my feelings for Drill; it just felt right.

CHAPTER4

Puffing on my blunt, I squinted my eyes and furrowed my brows before exhaling into the air. My left hand clutched the balcony as I extended my arm to lean on the rail. The salty air carried the sounds of crashing waves, punctuated by the rustling of palm trees swaying in the breeze, a tropical soundscape. This shit was beautiful as fuck and was nothing like back home. I ain’t used to seeing no shit like this. Take a hood ass nigga like me out the hood and watch his eyes get big as saucers. I ain’t the first one to say I’m not used to some shit like this and I’m not the last. I ain’t gone lie and say I wouldn’t come back, but when I get my life together and get the feds off my back, I could start traveling more and see the world.

For twenty years of my life, I saw gray dry walls and woke up from slight back pain from sleeping on an uncomfortable ass bunk. I wouldn’t wish that shit on my worst enemy, but with the way I was living my life, it was bound to happen. I slung dope and sold guns illegally like jail was immune to me. For what it’s worth, the feds knew not to fuck me, due to my massive paper trail with half of the niggas in blue. When they got my ass, I knew half of them sucker ass niggas got a raise, because I couldn’t be fucked with and the streets announced me as untouchable. It shocked me when I got caught slippin’, but every dog has its day and I knew my time was coming. Every hood has a boss and when they fall, everything starts falling like a domino effect.

So much time went by, and it felt like I wouldn’t see the light of day again. Spending damn near all my fuckin’ life locked up, the only thing I could do was think. It’s crazy how I dreamed of being free and when I was, I took it for granted. When the judge slapped me with those twenty years, instead of giving me a slap on the wrist, my damn knees buckled. My freedom no longer belonged to me. I vowed to myself that I’ll never go back.

Being thirty-six years old now, I got sentenced when I was sixteen. I knew my life was over and I wanted to believe that, but having people in my corner, like my adorable ass mama keeping my hopes afloat, she gave me a better outlook on life and something to look forward to when I got released from jail. That’s how Fitness With Drill came into play. Working out kept me from crashing out. I went in looking like a lil’ scrawny ass nigga, but I came out looking like a big dog. Though I loved working out, I didn’t love it that much to make a passion out of it. All I knew was the streets because that was a quick hustle, but it was my lil’ sister Kiora who put a bug in my ear about making monetary value from social media sites.

That’s how all this shit started. I knew about social media, but I ain’t never been a picture postin’ ass nigga until now. Besides making money over the internet, I’m a whole muthafuckin’ brand out here bringing in over forty thousand dollars a month. I dip my fingers in a little bit of this and that on the fitness side of things. What really lit a spark to the match was embarking on personal training. From word of mouth and posting fitness videography, a lot of people reached out to me, from celebrities to random women and men wanting to get in shape with one-on-one private sessions. I love doing this shit, twenty years ago, if somebody asked me what I wanted to do for a living, I wouldn’t have an answer because this wasn’t in the plan, but this is how life works. Shit don’t always go as planned, but everything works out how it’s supposed to.

Feeling a shift in the air behind me, I quickly glanced through the balcony doors just in time to see Akira rising from the rumpled bed. She was still naked, heading towards the direction of the bathroom. I had a few more puffs before she came out here to join me and complain. I had rolled up towels in front of the doors to keep the smell from seeping through the room. She hated the smell of weed and always let it be known. My shit from the states was potent as fuck, so I couldn’t help it. A blunt of loud always did me right in the morning. I ain’t never been the type of lame, junky ass nigga to smoke on some slaw ass mid, so this was something she’d have to get used to. It wasn’t no point in trying to dead the blunt because she was gonna smell it before she spotted it. I knew the people in the beach house next to us could smell it too. I spotted her sliding on a red negligee and making her way out here to me. Still holding the blunt I bent down to remove the white rolled up towels and opened the doors for her and closed them behind her. Just as I predicted, she mugged the fuck out of me but never went back in the house from hating the smell – this woman wishy washy as fuck, I swear.

“Gone and say what the fuck you got to say.” I teased her, as I reached my hand out and gently pinched her hardened nipple.

With my lip between my teeth, I scanned her figure draped in a red lace negligee. Her cinnamon skin tone looked so fuckin’ good in the intimate color. How addicted I am to her any color looks good on her. When she packed for the trip, we weren’t together, but I told her not to pack them moo moo’s she liked to wear from Walmart. It ain’t nothing wrong with them but since this ‘lil getaway trip was special for the both of us, I wanted her to walk around wearing some shit she wouldn’t normally wear. During the duration of this trip, I wanted her wearing skimpy shit –close to nothing at all or nothingat all.

She pouted and swatted my hand away and shivered her shoulders a little bit. “I don’t have nothing to say. If you know you smoking this bullshit is going to have me fussing, then why are you out here smoking it? You couldn’t walk to the beach?”

I pulled her closer to me and squeezed her on the ass before gently slapping it a few times. “If I wanted to walk on the beach, I would’ve did that. Don’t come out here bitchin’ today. This what you need to calm the fuck down. Here,” I put the blunt to her lips and she frowned.

“Drill,” she shook her head and moved my hand out her face. “No, I don’t need weed to function like you.”

“You need to relax though bae. Here, just take a puff. Hit it slow, rookie.”

Acting obediently, she placed her full lips on the blunt and inhaled too strongly, causing her to erupt into a fit of coughs with her hand on her chest. “Drill,” she whined dramatically. “How do you smoke that stuff!”

“I got breathing control and I can hit it hard without coughing like yo acting ass.” I shook my head and rubbed her across her back as I asked if she was okay. When she nodded her head, I put it to her lips again and talked her through it this time, telling her to pull from it gently. She coherently exhaled, forming her lips into an O and squinting her eyes.

“Like that,” she breathed.

“That’s right baby,” I nodded.

She moved closer to me and nestled her head on my stomach as she wrapped her arms around my waist. “I thought you took an oath that you wouldn’t smoke.”

I tittered at her. “I took an oath not to get caught. Niggas don’t tell the truth to shit like that, the fuck.”

“What do you want to do today?”

I shrugged. “I thought Jalisa gave you a list of shit to do?”

“She did, so I was thinking we could go get breakfast and then get massages. The way you fucked me last night. I really need one,” she said, making me chuckle again.

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