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“I’m younger than you, but that don’t mean I’m immature. Anything that them old ass niggas were able to give to you; I can do that shit times ten. I’m not here to sway you though. That’s your loss, love,” I said, ready to walk away.
“My loss, or yours?” she asked.
“Exactly what the fuck I just said to you. That’s your loss. Keep fuckin them old niggas. Let me know how that works out for you,” and I left it at that, cutting around her, so that I could walk away.
I didn’t do all the back, and forth with women, and I certainly wasn’t going to start today. I knew that I had my flaws as a man, but I could be a woman’s greatest gift to earth, but I wasn’t about to stand here and try to convince her. That would be some sucka shit.
I left her ass right there, and I walked away. I eventually made it out into the parking lot, and the tents on my Aston Martin DBX707 were so dark that I couldn’t even see inside, but I could hear the car running, so I knew that Renee was inside.
I made it to the driver’s side door, and before I could even open the door, it was opening from the inside. Renee was sitting in the passenger seat, but she’d reached over to open the door for me. She had her phone in her hand, and I could hear a woman’s voice on the line.
“Yeah. He just got back in the car. I’m going to call you when I get home,” Renee said to whoever she was talking to. I hopped in, got in the seat, and closed the door behind me. Then, I turned my head, so that I could look down at her.
“Who was that?” I wanted to know.
“My sister,” she kept it short, as I pulled out of the parking spot.
She was quiet as I did that. I was going to head in the direction of her apartment, so that I could drop her back off home.
Ten minutes into us being in the car, she turned in her seat, so that she could look over at me.
“I knew about Free’s sister Tommie, but I didn’t know about the other older sister. What’s her name?” she asked me. I wasgoing to tread lightly on how I answered that question because I knew how manipulative, and calculated women were.
Women will ask a nigga a question, knowing damn well they already knew the answer to it. This was Renee’s way of picking, trying to see how well I knew Dionne.
“Shit, I don’t know. Dedra or some shit like that,” I replied, lying on my feet. My response made her laugh.
“You’re a fuckin lie, nigga. You know that bitch’s name is Dionne,” she replied.
“So, if you knew that, why you asked me that then?” I questioned.
“To further prove what I’m getting ready to accuse you of. If you would have just said the bitch’s name, you wouldn’t look guilty, but now you sitting there, trying to play dumb, like you don’t know the bitch name, proving your guilt. You want to fuck that bitch, huh?” she asked.
I sighed, picking my hand up, and I ran it across my face. I had no idea where she was even pulling this shit from. Granted, she wasn’t far off from the truth, but how the fuck did she know that? The shit that I talked with Dionne not too long ago, we were ducked off, on the side of the pavilion, and from where Renee was in the car, she wouldn’t have saw us, so I didn’t know where she was getting this shit from.
“What the fuck are you talking about, yo?” I snapped, and she laughed.
“You know what the fuck I’m talking about, nigga! I watched you, along with the rest of June’s homeboys damn near break your fuckin necks to look at her when she got there. Why the fuck you think I asked you to give me the keys, so that I could wait out in the car? I couldn’t stand to sit there and watch you openly lust over that bitch!” she snapped, being dramatic as fuck.
“Man, I looked at her all of five seconds. Chill the fuck out,” I fired right back, not in the mood to do this dumb ass shit with her. She sat there, and she continued to do that dumb ass laughing.
“You want to fuck that hoe. I know you do. I saw the way that you were staring at her, and nigga, it was way longer than five seconds. I been fuckin around with you for months, and you never even looked at me like that. I know your type, Tank. You love a dark-skinned bitch, with a nice body, natural long hair, and teeth, and that bitch got all that. I was on the phone with my sister, and she was giving me all the scoop on that hoe. She wouldn’t even be interested in you. Not because your ugly or anything like that, but they said that she only dates older men. That bitch in her forties. She don’t want you,” she was hot, going on and on.
“She thirty- seven. Not forty,” I corrected her, taking my eyes off the road, so that I could look at her for a second.
When I corrected her, you would have thought that I just sat here and called her out of her name. You could see it in her eyes that she felt disrespected.
“You claim you didn’t know the bitch, but by coincidence, you just happened to know the bitch age, right? Fuck you! Yeah, take me the fuck home right now. You know how many niggas I can call? You think you the only nigga that I can pull? All kinds of niggas with money come into my job every night trying to put down on me, but like a fuckin dummy, I be telling them niggas that I have a man. I can’t wait until I get to work tonight. I’m going to fuck with all the niggas,” she spat, and all I could do was shake my head.
To know me is to know that I didn’t do all that arguing with women. That just wasn’t one of my traits. This bitch was talking crazy though. Crazy to the point that I wanted to pull the car overand tell her to get the fuck out of my shit, but I didn’t have it in me to do that to her.
“Do what you gotta do, love. I want you to do what makes you happy. If fuckin with random niggas with money makes you happy, then do that,” was all that I said to her, as I reached over, and I started blasting the music, letting her know that I was ending this conversation.
I was speeding, zooming in and out of traffic, ready to get her to her crib. I pulled up about ten minutes later, and when I did, I parked my car right in front of her building. I unlocked the door for her, so that she could get out. She was quick with putting her hand on the handle, opening the door, and when she got out of the car, she slammed my door so hard, damn near shattering the fuckin glass.
I was a cool nigga, hardly taking it there with a female, but I was never the kind of dude to let anyone disrespect me. Because I wasn’t, I quickly put the car in park, and I stepped out of the car, leaving my door open. I walked around the car, so that I could get to her, and she tried walking away, but I pulled her back to me by her long hair.
“Open my motha fuckin door and close that shit back like you got some sense,” my voice was low, but I meant business. Her nostrils were flaring, proving that she was pissed off.
