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“Whatever it is you about to do. Ain’t shit special about her, so you gone be calling me to pass out gift baskets when you done.”

“She got my attention.”

“The other one did too.” His ass looked annoyed, but I wasn’t about to argue with this nigga in the club.

“Different reason.”

“Same dumb nigga.” Shaking my head, I dapped him up letting him know the conversation was over. Standing up, I walked over to her section.

“Let’s go.” This time, she didn’t turn me down. She followed behind me as I walked out the club. Once we were in my car, I gave her my phone.

“Put your address in.” Shorty didn’t waste no time, so I drove off and headed that way.

“My name, Cynt.”

“Anton,” was all I said before I turned my music up and drove towards her house. I wasn’t trying to be rude, but a nigga was slapped and I needed the music to keep me woke. We pulled up on Sawyer, and I got out without a word. Either she was fake drinking, or her ass was a fish because shorty seemed to be wide awake. Her ass was walking fast as fuck as if she thought I was going to change my mind. When we got inside, I stood there stuck for a minute. The shit felt off. All she had in her front room was a futon for a couch, and a fifty five inch TV. Not that nothing was wrong with that, but it didn’t add up to what I had seen. Cynt was wearing red bottoms, bought a section, and even paid for me a bottle.

“Don’t do that.” I looked up at her, and I could tell she was embarrassed.

“I ain’t said shit. I’m waiting on you to lead the way.” I followed her to her bedroom and immediately removed my clothes before climbing in the bed.

“Don’t go to sleep. I’m about to get in the shower, I’ll be back.”

“I’m up.” As soon as her door closed, my ass was out.

****

“Ma, you woke?” Hearing a strange voice woke me up out of my sleep, but I kept my eyes closed.

“What, CJ?”

“I need the money today to go to Six Flags. They about to leave in a few.”

“You know damn well I told you I don’t have no money. I’m sorry, but maybe you can go next time.”

“Ma-…”

“Get your ass out of my room. I told you I don’t have it. I’ll grab you some McDonald’s or something later.” The door closed, so I opened my eyes and sat up.

“I’m sorry about that. He don’t let nobody sleep.”

“It’s all good.” It really wasn’t, but that wasn’t my fight to have. “How much he need?”

“Who?” This bitch.

“Your son, how much he needs for Six Flags.”

“Sixty dollars.” I could really curse this bitch out. I stared at her in disbelief before reaching in my pocket and pulling out two hundred dollars. Passing it to her, I slid my pants on. Her face lit up, but I wiped that shit back off.

“That’s for him.”

“Oh. Why you leaving? You fell asleep on me last night before I got to sample the dick. I can cook you breakfast after.” It sounded tempting. “Then, we can do whatever you want after that.” There it was.

“I gotta get out of here. I’ll hit you up another time.” Putting my shoes on, I stood and walked towards the door.

“Wait, you don’t have my number.” Looking back at her, I shrugged.

“Guess I won’t be hitting you up.” Laughing, I walked out with only one thought on my mind. Same shit different skirt.