‘Thee Reason
Lisa
I hated days like this, days when I had to remind myself why I was doing this. I stared down at my colorful socks and slowly went through the lists of reasons.
1. My dad needed me to do this. I was the one he wanted to give this “business” over to.
2. I needed this money, a regular nine-to-five wasn’t enough.
3.….An excuse to get away from my past
4. I needed an excuse to be bad. Contrary to popular belief, I’m not cold hearted. I can be sweet and innocent, it’s just that being sweet and innocent ain’t got me nowhere so far so why start? That’s the way I see it. I turned on some Nicki Minaj - my favorite female artist at the time - to hype me up. Tremaine had called me and we were going out. I smiled thinking about how he had called me at ten o’ clock that night.
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“Hahahahaha….Ahhhh shit, Yo! I’mma bad bitch, I’mma I’mma bad bitch. Now, I’mma bad bitch, I’mma I’mma bad bitch-” I knew an unknown number was calling because Nicki Minaj’s “Itty Bitty Piggy” was blaring.
It was my unknown number ringer. I stepped away from my kitchen and grabbed the Palm Centro on the coffee table.
“Hello,” I spoke confidently because I didn’t know who it was.
“What’s up? It’s Trey.” I smiled broadly, at least Rhea-the woman who hired me- would be happy. I walked back to the kitchen and continued cooking my grits.
“Hey you.” I answered back, “What are you doing?”
“Oh me?” He asked laughing a little, “I’m talking to this real sexy lady who grabbed my attention at Taco Bell.”
I raised an eyebrow, he needed to come harder. “Oh really?” I asked dryly, boredom dripping from my voice.
“Yeah really. She was all I could think about today, so as soon as I stepped out the shower I called her.”
I smiled at the mental picture he was giving me. “So you just got out the shower, Tremaine?” I questioned, my voice lowering a bit.
“Yup. And don’t call me Tremaine, it’s Trey or Trigga mama.”
“Trigga?” Now, Rhea didn’t warn me that this nigga liked to be called Trigga. What the hell was I trying to take out here?
“Trigga,” You could tell he was smiling hard. I continued stirring my grits and finished my sausages putting them on a plate. “Ay, do I hear something sizzling over there?”
I smiled, “Just like black folks. Yeah. I’m cooking grits and patty sausage.”
“Ooh, you can cook too mama? I’mma have to keep you around.”
“Keep me around? Baby, you’ll be lucky if I even wanna text you after this conversation.”
“Feisty are we? And trust, Lisa, you will want to do more than text me after this conversation.”-----
Yes, he was something serious and by the end of it he had more than piqued my curiosity. I ambled to my closet and decided I didn’t have anything I wanted to wear. I quickly called my older sister, Aubrey. “Bre-Bre,”
I called her by my nickname. She was located here in Memphis too, following a boyfriend who was surely nothing but trouble for her.
“Yeah, Lee?” She was breathing heavily, trying to suppress moans and I could have sworn I heard a guy in the background saying, ‘Get off the phone.’
“Okay, I’ll make this quick. I’m coming over later to raid your closet.” I hurried through my sentence and sat my phone on the dresser. This was my awkward moment of the….
month.
“That’s why I love her she my gutta bitch! Gotta gutta bitch! I-I-I love her!” That was my sister Aubrey calling back an hour later.
“Oh you finished making the hubby happy?” I questioned while toying around with my hair trying to figure out what I was gonna do with it.
“Bitch, shut up!” She laughed in the phone. I shook my head at her. “Now about what time are you coming over?” She asked.
I glanced at the alarm clock that sat on my dresser. Tremaine and I were supposed to go out at eight and it was six thirty now. I scooped up my keys and headed to my Altima. “Like, I’m on my way now.” I hung up and tossed the phone in my cup holder before taking off. Thanks to Aubrey leaving the house with her man early, I knew my way around Memphis and the surrounding cities and counties before having to live here. Well, I didn’t exactly stay
in Memphis, I stayed in South Haven. It was a small community right outside of Memphis. I knew it wasn’t as bad as people made it seem but I still preferred South Haven. She stayed in Lakeland and I quickly made my way over there.
“Bre-Bre!” I shouted, “Open the door.”
I heard her footsteps coming closer as she looked the windows. “I don’t know if I wanna let you in, Lease.” I rolled my eyes.
“I’ve got a date with a client.” I said simply before she snatched open the door. I stepped into her home, it was nice and didn’t have a certain theme to it. It was just pretty and relaxing. I didn’t need her to direct me to her closet, I went automatically.
“So what does this Tremaine look like?” I turned to my sister and glanced over at her appearance. She was tall and tan. Her short hair was cut into a Halle Berry type style.
“Ummm. I got a his folder out in my car,” I said in reference to his portfolio. I always made my clients turn in one, it contained the victim’s stats, they’re weakness, on and on.
“I’mma run out and get that while you looking, Lee.” She said and scurried out. I directed my attention back to her closet.
After thirty minutes, I found my outfit. A plain aqua blue top, with a sequined leather jacket, and to top it off a leather skirt that was too long to be considered
mini but too short to be considered actually
covering. I had a pair of Jimmy Choo boots that would go perfect. I talked to Bre for a while before rushing off.
“You look good, ma.” He remarked as I slowly walked to his Trailblazer, adding an extra swing to my hips. He licked his full lips and sent me into a frenzy on the inside. I took a deep shaky breath and tried to compose myself, and he chuckled. I guess he saw that, but oh well.
“Thank you,” I said before opening the door and gracefully climbing in the large truck. I buckled my seat belt and sat back, glad for the cool air. Although since he had it on full blast it was hitting my upper thigh, therefore causing my skirt to rise a little and for that spot to become ashy. I rolled my eyes at the annoyance and started to listen to the radio.
“Your listening to Young Money’s Bedrock on 107.1 with your girl Nina Staks! I-I-I-I can yo bed rockkkkkk,”
The DJ obviously was having fun with her job as she sung the lyrics to what was undoubtedly one of my many favorite songs. I couldn’t help but bounce a little while listening to Little Wayne’s verse and waiting for Nicki and Drakes to come on.
“Ooh, baby, I be stuck to you like glue baby. My room is the G spot, call me Mr. Flintstone, I can make yo bed rock!” I looked over at the voice accompanying Lloyd’s to see Tremaine singing as switched lanes.
“Ay, I’mma need for you to stop handing this truck like it’s a small coupe.” I remarked at how fast he squeezed into a spot behind a Dodge and in front of a Camry. I turned my head back in shock at how quickly my life could’ve been taken away. “
And,” I started with hella attitude, “You made me miss Nicki’s part!” I exclaimed pouting a little bit.
He looked at me, “Oh so you a Barbie too? Seems like there’s a whole Barbie Nation.” He laughed and I was surprised he kept up with Nicki and her ‘Barbie Movement’.
I nodded, “Yep. She’s the HB(Harajuku Barbie, if you guys weren’t aware) and I’m the AB.” I said smiling as he asked me why AB? I tossed a seductive glare his way.
“Alluring Barbie.” He cracked a crooked grin as we pulled in the Macaroni Grill. Did he make enough to be taking me here? This place was hella expensive.
“Tremaine, look at the way I’m dressed. I feel out of place.” I wasn’t shy but I felt like I should dress a little better than strips of leather. He smiled at me and parked, even addressing my comment.
He pulled me close to him and grabbed my waist, I turned and gave him the look. He smirked again, “Don’t look at me like that. Because if you didn’t want me doing it you would have removed my arm.” The shock must have been written all over my face, there was no way it couldn’t have been. I couldn’t even snap back. I actually smiled on the inside. He was making this job a lot more interesting than it had ever been before.
Tremaine ‘Trigga’
I knew she was shocked, I also knew she loved confidence. Along with wit, money, and good looks. I pegged her type as soon as I finished speaking to her last night. In a good way, she reminded me of the good side of my ex Rhea. But tonight I was with
Lisa and needed that crazy ass girl out of my head.
She said nothing back to me just continued her stroll. I caught a glimpse of us and realized how good we looked together. Too bad I knew her type, too bad it wouldn’t last. She looked up at me and raised her eyebrow when we got to the door. She was waiting on me to open it for her. “I may be independent and feisty, but I expect to be treated like a lady at all times, Tremaine.” She stepped out of my grasp and waited for me to open the door with a serious expression on her face. I reached out and opened the door and a smile graced her pretty face. She stepped in her and walked like she owned the place. She stopped and turned, I guess waiting for me to catch up with her. I stayed where I was, I wasn’t a puppy. She nodded, gave me a smile and a wink and waited for the waiter. I slowly walked up behind her, grabbing her waist.
“I’m gone say this once, I ain’t like ya other nigga’s. I’m Tremaine Aldon Neverson. I’m a man, not ya dog, ma.”
She turned her head around and prepared her mouth to retort when the waiter came. She started to follow him and then turned to look at me. I was personally surprised she didn’t storm out. It seemed like she was that type. When we sat down even more surprisingly she smiled at me.
She leaned across the table and whispered in my ear, “You know what Trey? I actually like you.” She sat back down at her seat and licked her lips, “I guess I’ll keep you around."
Thu Jun 18, 2015 10:33 am by 
Its almost finished. Your gonna be like this is a damn book lol
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