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āIām about to pull out you need a ride somewhere?ā I was trying hard not to be rude but if he wanted to sit and talk about his mom I wasnāt in the mood.
āIām going to see her next Wednesdayā I froze what the hell was he trying to pull?
āOk thatās coolā
āI told her your coming tooā I flipped, this little nigga came to test me.
āAmir, get the fuck out right now. Iām not going nowhere and Iām not sending her shit. Get your dumb ass out of my houseā He wasnāt budging which meant he was set on getting his ass beat. He stood up from the couch and reached into his back pocket pulling out three envelopes and dropped them on the coffee table.
āIām praying for you Rah, Iām praying God will soften your heartā He was laying it on thick but I didnāt feel like feeling guilty.
āDonāt waste your time but pray that God will keep me off your ass, now get the hell outā I wanted to throw those letters out with him but I swear I wanted to know what they said more.
Right then I hated Amir for coming here and for telling her that I was coming to see her.
I forced myself to walk into the bathroom to take a quick shower. Just like clockwork my phone started ringing and if I didnāt answer on the first try she would be acting crazy.
āBaby?ā I could hear her talking but my mind was still on Amir and those letters.
āYeah, who dis?ā
āYou donāt know me now?ā She sounded like she wanted to play but I wasnāt in the mood.
āLook donāt call here with the fucking games, who the fuck is this?ā See this is where my old man went wrong and it cost him his life. He needed to know when to be smooth and when to put a broad in check.
āSheila, whatās your problem?ā She sounded more hurt than angry.
āAww baby Iām sorry. My brother just gave me bad news you forgive me?ā I tried to sound as sincere as I could and it worked.
āI forgive you, you ready to see me?ā She sounded excited so I knew something good was coming.
āIām always ready to see youā
āGood meet me at my house in about an hourā she hung up before I could respond but Iām on it. In the shower I tried to wash away my brotherās words but I couldnāt, I couldnāt stop thinking about the letters on my coffee table. Why did he choose today to drop some ole crazy shit on me? I quickly threw on my clothes before grabbing the letters and stuffing them in my back pocket. I convinced myself that they really didnāt matter.
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Five hours and a new pair of Sean John sunglasses, fresh pair of white Jordanās and my new Michael Jordan throwback jersey later I felt like a million bucks. Sheila held out on her gift giving until after she laid it on me, black stilettos and all. I kissed her on the forehead before promising to call later tonight. I liked Sheila but she reminded me of a puppy always looking for approval and as jacked up as I am I couldnāt see myself completely ruining her life too. The bulge of the letters forced me to remember what I really didnāt care to that my egg donor was trying to reach out. I drove around looking for a place to park until I found a quiet spot at Fairmount Park. It was nothing but a grassy area. There were no benches or picnic tables so I sat in my car and pulled out the first envelope. It had my name on it but Amirās address.
Dear Raheim,
I know this letter is about 15 years to late but Iām sorry.
Sorry that I was caught up in my world, that I wasnāt
strong enough for you and your brother. Iām not gonna
ask you to forgive me, not even forget but just hear my side.
As much as I wanted to be pissed, to feed her trifling ass letters to the birds I kept reading. She went on to explain how my pops promised to take care of us. That he said he was coming to take me and Amir shopping and when he didnāt show up she was so pissed that he kept promising us shit that when she saw my face and couldnāt stop seeing his she was scared she might hurt me. That was the day she kicked me out. She wanted me back but Aunt Sadie wasnāt tryna hear that shit and the night she shot him was right after he promised to take me to church.
When she called my auntās house and my aunt Sadie said he never came home that was the last straw. She took her fatherās shotgun out of his gun case and went looking for him. When she saw his silver Volvo parked in front of her rivalās house the same Volvo that she co-signed for she shot the door down. They had the music so loud they didnāt hear it. When she kicked the bedroom door in all she could see was the Italian broad riding him into the sunset. She said that didnāt make her pull the trigger. It was after my pops spotted her and started laughing like he knew she was a punk. That set her off before she knew it her finger pressed the trigger and the impact blasted his chest wide open. The Italian broad was all out of laughs by then. She started scrambling to get away. My mom didnāt want to kill her just make her pay so she blew both her legs off leaving her in a wheelchair for life. I didnāt want to cry but the tears slid down my face involuntarily. I never thought to look at things through my momās eyes. My father was an ass but it still didnāt change what happened there was plenty of single momās in the world that didnāt kill their baby daddies but then again there were a lot that had. I decided I had enough emotion for the day so I put the letters away and sat for a while. I would never understand that kind of love that would make a man and woman go that crazy. I knew one thing was for sure I would never be like either of them. I was satisfied being in love with myself.
My phone started to ring. The number on the caller ID said it was my old Tuesday Kelly. I didnāt come to see her yesterday or for the last few weeks before that and sheās been blowing my phone up ever since. I answered on the fourth ring.
āYeah?ā
āRaheim?ā She sounded shocked that I answered.
āYessss, whoās this?ā I knew that would piss her off.
āItās Kelly why you didnāt come over yesterday?ā She was suppressing her irritation.
āBecause I was busy, why you miss me?
āYou know I doā her voice softened a bit.
āOh ok why you calling me anyway? You told me not to come back remember?ā
āRaheim stop playingā
āThatās just it baby girl. Iām not playing. You have too many damn mood swings and I donāt have time for that shit. Why you not at work anyway?ā
āBecause I wanted to make up from last weekā
āSo you call out of work?ā That alone was enough for a cut. I didnāt roll with slackers you were either up on your game or you werenāt. That reminded me of todayās engagement in Atlantic City. I had two of the finest chicās working on my business.
āKelly Iām gonna put it to you like this. I liked you, a lot but I donāt think I can provide you with what youāre looking forā
āDonāt try to feed me with the bullshit Raheim. You probably fuckin somebody right now. One of these days your damn dick gonna fall off.ā I couldnāt help but laugh. I swear the redbones are the craziest.
āTime is money so laterā
āWaitā she screamed before I could flip my phone shut.
āI donāt care what you say youāre mine. I love you boo and Iām sorry for acting a little off but I have a lot of shit going on right now. Stuff you donāt even know about. Let me prove it to you just come over and Iāll do it to you better than anybody else. You know you want itā
āIām gonna pass. Take care of yourself Kellyā I flipped my phone shut Iām convinced that her ass is bipolar. I would need to run home for a quick shower and change of clothes. I had to meet up with Alexis and Maya at the Trump Taj Mahal by 10pm. These broads were the best in the business. I met Maya first about two years ago when I was on one of my regular trips to AC. It was cold as hell and I was donning my waist length black and white Chinchilla jacket, True Religion jeans and my new black leather timberlands. I had just come in and sat at the bar when I was approached by Maya a tall, curly head slender honey. She wasnāt my initial type but she had on a slinky black dress with 4 inch heels so I made an exception. She stroked my jacket a few times and I knew she was gaming when she started whispering that sexy shit in my ear. I stood up and walked away, I never let any broad think I was pressed save that for the tricks or the bum dudes. Like I expected she was walking behind me.
āOh, Iām sorry that wasnāt an invitation.ā I left her standing there speechless. She spotted me again at the high roller machines and outright asked.
āAre you gay?ā It was hard not to laugh. It was so easy to knock a woman off her square.
āNo, Iām just not into prostitutesā āI knew my words would sting and I intended for them to. After several minutes of silence she started to cry not actual boo hooing but a few tears.
āYouāre an assholeā
āActually Iām not, what I said was true Iām not into prostitutes and I know a woman as fine as you donāt need to be hustling these streets.ā
āWho are you Jesusā side kick?ā She snapped back with a donāt judge me stare.
āNo far from it. All Iām saying is that while youāre out here taking the streets money is being lost.ā
āI donāt want a pimp. The only person getting paid from my pussy is meā I didnāt want to tell her that what she was getting was far less than what was taken from her.
āFair enough but Iām not a pimp just a dude who gone take you upscale.ā That was the beginning of a beautiful working relationship. I turned her on to my corporate connects who was willing to pay $5,000 a week to see her pretty ass. These dudes werenāt bum dudes either Iām talking suckas who made six figure incomes and rode around in Ferrariās and Rolls Royceās. Took vacations
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