Page 8 of Too Many One Nights

“Stop all that fuckin’ running and get this dick. Nigga can’t nut if you’on be still,” I argued. Shit was getting annoying because ain’t no way you this grown and can’t take dick.

“You’re too deep and rough,” she whined.

“Not my fuckin’ problem. I ain’t tryna make love, I’m tryna nut.”

After a few more ghastly strokes, I busted the nut that I was desperately waiting on inside of the condom. Drained, I fell to the side and caught my breath. After a few minutes, I noticed the girl was still curled up on my sofa. I don’t know what she thought this was, but that wasn’t it.

“Aye.” I tapped her leg, causing her to look up at me. “I’m tired as fuck, and you gotta go.” I got up and trekked to the bathroom the discard the condom. When I got back, she was still in the same spot.

“You hard of hearing?” I frowned.

“I thought I could stay and we co—” I cut her off before she could even finish her sentence.

“Did you hear an invitation? Or did you hear me say I was tired—” I pointed at my chest for emphasis. “—and you had to go.” I was now pointing at her. I really hope she got the point because I wasn’t above putting her out with her pussy on display.

“It’s late,” she started.

“Bi—” I started. “Man, get the fuck out. It was late when you brought yo’ ass in here. If you had access to get in here, then you know somebody in this building because you can’t just walk in this muthafucka. You can go there or wherever you want, but it won’t be here,” I snapped.

She had about five seconds to make her decision before I had my Glock do the shit for her. Taking heed that I wasn’t playing with her ass, she finally got up and dressed before leaving. I was nice enough to open the door for her. When we got to it, she turned around and started her bullshit.

“You think we cou—”

“Bye,” I cut her off with a shove out the door.

Closing the door behind me, I went to the chair and waited about thirty minutes before I went upstairs to my place. I never left the same time as these randoms because they didn’t need to know where I actually laid my head. I’d dead a bitch for thinking she could pull up on me with some crazy ass shit.

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We had a truck coming in today at the bar and I was always there for that. Most people may have thought I was an asshole, and while that could be true, I had my reasons. I was gearing up for the playoff games this weekend. That was another reason I was here. I had to double check behind these muthafuckas to make sure they had the shit that they need so this weekend could be a smooth one.

After the truck was unloaded and the boxes were taken to their rightful places, I took my ass to my office.

“Aye, Kasha. Come get me when the liquor truck gets here.”

“I got you.”

Kasha may have been the only female that I didn’t try to fuck. She was about her money, and I could appreciate that, but she also had some shit going on with her. That wasn’t none of my business. As long as it didn’t interfere with her job. I should’ve kept that same energy with Armani’s ass. That bitch was like a plague, but that fat ass and those big ass titties she carried around made me good money at the bar. I guess she equated that to her being my favorite. Hell, I only knew her name by default, so she didn’t need to feel special.

When I got inside of my office, I poured myself a cup of Remy mixed with my personal stash of lean. The potent concoction burned my throat as it went down, but I didn’t flinch. I drank this shit like water, so it had little to no effect on me. While I was going over the liquor list, my phone rang. When I looked at it, I saw it was Kilo calling.

“Wassup, bro?” I greeted as soon as the line connected.

“Ain’t shit. What you got going on?”

It wasn’t even like he was in prison because this nigga stayed on the phone unless they were on lockdown. He still ran his businesses with no problems and even had a chick he was fuckin’ with. Nigga had all the luxuries of home without even being here.

“Shit. At the bar waiting on the liquor to come so I can meet Stacks at the warehouse. Wassup?”

Taking a sip from my cup, I leaned back in my chair and waited for my brother to tell me what was on his mind.

“I’m gone send this girl to the bar. I need you to hire her.” I looked at the phone as if he could see my face because he had to be tripping.

“Nigga, I know you done lost ya mind. I ain’t hiring no unknown broad.” I frowned.

“Nigga, everybody come through that muthafucka unknown. Fuck you mean?” he grit. “Besides, she’s good. Her people reached out for a favor, and I told them I’d look out.”

“Since when you started doing favors for muthafuckas? How you know this bitch ain’t crazy or some shit?” I frowned.

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