Page 2 of Ghetto Heartstrings
“I love you too, Perfect, cause ain’t no way I would’ve ever did no shit like that if I didn’t.” She spit in the toilet one last time before grabbing her purse.
“Did you at least have fun tonight at your party?” he asked her, hoping she said yes. Hell, he wasn’t anywhere near rich, but he was on the come up and had spent a nice chunk of change for her to enjoy her party.
She nodded her head and smiled. “I did… and I thank you for everything, baby.”
Wrapping his arm around her waist as they walked out, he confessed his love for her again as well, “I love you too, baby.”
A Week Later
Perfect sat on the hood of his car with a blunt twirling in between his fingers, staring at Brook’Lynn’s fine ass as she walked down the street holding her schoolbooks close to her chest. Her smooth skin was the color of Hershey chocolate; the way her ass sat up in those shorts made a nigga want her even more, with her stank walk and wide hips. The way her long hair flowed in her high ponytail was icing on the cake. She kind of reminded him of the rapper Cameron’s girlfriend, JuJu, with her fine ass. The closer she got, the more he tried to rehearse his speech in his head. He knew that Brook’Lynn probably wasn’t fully ready for everything he wanted, but she was thorough as shit and was just what he needed. He felt like the luckiest nigga in the world to have her.
Perfect waited until she got right up on him, signaling for her to come his way. Parting ways with her friends who were now heading in the opposite direction, she smiled while showing her pearly whites and walked on over to see what was up with her man. She knew she had no business in his presence, especially on her own block because if her daddy saw him, he’d freak the fuck out, but truth was, she just couldn’t stay away from him. Although Brook’Lynn was a freshman in college, her daddy still treated her like a child and wanted her nowhere near street niggas. As long as she was in his house… she was supposed to date respectable young men, and he didn’t consider Perfect as that. But shit, she’d already been with him for the past threeyears and she loved him.What the fuck am I supposed to do?She thought to herself and shrugged as she stood in between his legs, pecking his lips.
“I thought you were picking me up.” She tilted her head to the side as she questioned him, inhaling the scent of his cologne. Perfect was ‘perfect’ in her eyes. His smooth caramel skin and light brown eyes drove her crazy. His physique was sickening and the way the sun bounced off his waves made her pussy drip a puddle in the seat of her laced panties.Damn, he’s fine, she thought to herself as she peeked over her shoulder, looking at her house to make sure her daddy wasn’t walking out.
Perfect grabbed her gently by the chin and forced her to focus back on him; he couldn’t stand her punk ass daddy anyway. Looking into her eyes, he kissed her before speaking again. He peeped all the jealous stares and shit because it was no doubt, they were the hood’s Bonnie and Clyde, and while every bitch wanted him, it was a lot of niggas clocking for Brook’Lynn and he was smart enough to know that… that’s why he wasn’t letting up and didn’t give a fuck who didn’t like it. He wasn’t giving a nigga the chance to catch what was only meant for him, which brought him back to the reason he was really sitting there waiting on her in the first place.
She took her soft hand and gently wiped the pineapple-flavored lip gloss from his mouth that her kiss left behind. “So, what’s up bae? Talk, why didn’t you come get me?” she asked.
He smiled, showing his pearly whites and pulled her close to him. “I had to handle some shit, and it caused me to be late ma. I’m sorry about that shit, but you know how it go. When the money call, I got to go,” he told her.
“Um hmm.” She rolled her eyes. “Money will come and go. Even when you’re dead and gone, niggas will still get money, and even when you’re alive, it’ll be another way to get it… it will never be another me, though. I don’t come after the money,” she said,looking around. “Now, what if one of these other niggas started picking up your slack?”
Perfect chuckled and leaned back, knowing damn well she didn’t really mean that last statement. Placing his hand on his chest, he asked, “I slack? Come on, that shit ain’t even fair Brook. I do my part.”
She poked her finger in his LL Cool J dimple and licked her lips. “Act right then.”
He took his hands and gripped her ass. “You know I got you, don’t say no shit like that to me again…”
“You know I love you, daddy.”
“Enough to move in with me?” He asked, grabbing the keys to his new place from his pocket dangling them in her face.
“What’s this all about bae?” She frowned. She knew he was coming up on some cash lately, but she didn’t know that he was getting a place and all of that.
“Don’t start that shit Brook.” He hopped off the car. “It’s about that time, ma. I don’t want you away from me not another night; what is it gon’ be?”
“I can’t leave my daddy… you know that.” She rolled her eyes in the back of her head.
Perfect threw his arms up in the air. “You don’t even like the nigga,” he reminded her. He didn’t even know why; all he knew was that her mama ran off with her new husband, leaving Brook’Lynn with her daddy, and she never liked his ass.
She shook her head violently while backing away from him. “Un un… I love you, Perfect, but I can’t.”
He wasn’t letting her go that easy. Walking up on her, he gripped her ass with both of his hands, giving him a nice handful. He nuzzled his lips in her neck and opened his mouth, pulling at her skin while placing a huge hickey on her.
“Nooo Perfect!” Brook’Lynn giggled, trying to wiggle out of his grip.
“Nah, fuck that.” He sucked harder. “I want you with me; you heard what the fuck I said.”
“Okay! Okay!” She finally got away. “I’ll think about it; I’ll think about it!” She said while still giggling, picking her books up that had fell on the ground.
“I got it baby.” He bent down instead and picked them all up, placing them back in her hands. “Heavy ass books,” he said.
“For a smart ass girl,” she replied.
“That’s right, cause I don’t fuck with no dumb chicks.”
Brook’Lynn got up in his face. “You don’t fuck with no chics period… I better be the one and only,” she warned.
