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He tossed his chin up and requested. “Why not?”

“You’re cute and all but I’m too focused on school right now.”

“I ain’t tryna distract you lil mama. A nigga ain’t tryna do nothing but be in your world.”

“I hear you, but my answer is still no. Congratulations on your deal. I wish you much success in the future.” I winked before walking away.

Juice was cute, intriguing even. But I’d seen this story play out a time or two and wanted no parts. All I wanted to do was make my little money and get through school. I had goals and dealing with a rapper would deter me from those.

Pushing my way through the crowd of people I walked to the back of the club where Chucky’s office was. When I made it to the door, it was wide open and he was sitting at his desk.

“Have fun?” He questioned, without taking his eyes off his phone.

“You wanted me to come holla at you.” I implied, getting right down to business.

“What that nigga want?”

“Nothing.” I lied. “Just making conversation.”

Putting his phone down Chucky gave me his undivided attention. “I like you Nariah, so much so that I took a chance and gave you a job.”

“And I appreciate it.”

“Right...you do know it’s against club rules?—”

Holding my hand up I cut him off. “Let me stop you right there. I’ve read the rule book from front to back. I know what’s against the policy and what isn’t. I’m guessing it applies to everyone but you.” I specified, calling his bluff.

It was no secret that Chucky gave me this job cause he thought he could talk me out of my thong. The nigga had been pushing up on me since I applied. Shunta had already warned me that he would try it and when he did, I shot his ass down.

Chucky thought because he’d put me on the weekends where I could make more money that it would make me wanna give into his advances. He was fucking wrong. He was no more closer to getting between my legs today than he was a month ago.

“That’s not what I’m saying.” He lied. “I’m trying to look out for you. I done seen plenty of niggas blow through here and make promises to my girls that they have no intentions on keeping. Juice ain’t no different.”

“Well lucky for both of y’all I’m not in the market for anything. Can I go?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He stuttered.

Giving his fat funky ass a fake smile I turned and walked off. First night on the weekend and already some stupid shit. When Chucky hired me, he claimed I ain’t have enough sass to work the weekend shift, so he stuck me on middays.

The money at Stax was good but I knew I could make more. I begged him for a chance to work the weekends cause I saw the type of bread those girls were making, and I wanted in. Like I said I wanted to stack as much money as I could, get my degree, and get the fuck away from Atlanta. The plan was to get out before I got sucked in to the bullshit and so far, I was doing a good job at avoiding it. Hopefully Juice got the hint that I wasn’t beat for the bullshit and moved around.

When I made it back to the main bar Shunta was there waiting. “What did them niggas want?”

“Juice was trying to holla, and Chucky was trying to assert his power.”

“I can’t stand his fat ass.”

“Me either.” I laughed.

“You gone hook up with Juice?” Her nosey ass asked.

“Nope.” I popped. “Not my speed.”

“Mind if I try that? I mean I ain’t tryna step on your toes or nothing.”

“Go for it my girl. He ain’t my nigga.”

“Bet.” She smirked and hopped off the stool. Landing a balling ass nigga was more of Shunta’s speed than mine. She was the type of bitch that wanted a nigga to choose her. Her only ambition is life was getting pregnant by a rich nigga so she could be taken care of. I didn’t know nothing about that life. If she hollered at the nigga and he went for it, kudos to them. Better her than me.

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