Me & My Boyfriend by Keisha Ervin Page A

her and Kyan dressed for the day. Black wondered on many days, should he tell her about his business he had going on. But the answer always came back no. Meesa was too paranoid to handle the shit. So, he planned on not telling her ever.
    Carrying Kyan, Meesa approached Black with a kiss, and a look in her eye that said everything.
    It said, “I know you're up to something blacky.”
    Laughing, Black asked, “What, what you got to say shorty?”
    “Nothing Black, I just know that you are up to something.”
    “I'm not hiding anything from you.”
    “Whatever, you know that whatever is done in the dark shall come to light, nigga.” Meesa stated boldly.
    “Anyway, give me my son.”
    “Oh, so he's your son now, huh.”
    “Forsho.” Laughing, Meesa handed Black junior over.
    “What's up man? Who's your daddy, huh?”
    “Don't play nigga, you know that right there is all you.”
    “What are ya'll up to today huh?” Black questioned Meesa.
    “Why should I tell you, you don't tell me what you do every minute of the day?” Meesa countered back.
    Look, you better tell me before I hurt you.” Giving off his meanest face, Meesa doubled over from laughter.
    “Black shut up. You know that you are not going to hurt nobody.”
    “A'ight, she thinks I'm playing with her Kyan, doesn't she. Naw, for real, where are you going?” He asked again, but this time, while standing in her face. This was one of his own techniques he used to get info out of her.
    There was something that she couldn't resist about his face when up close. Melting, she answered, “We're going to the mall and over to Gwen's house.”
    “That's better, give me a kiss.” Kissing him slowly and passionately she savored his taste.
    “Peace out Shorty.” Black said as he left. I'm going to find out whatever it is he's hiding, Meesa said to herself.
    Riding down Natural Bridge pumping Nas, Black peeped all the females eying him in his ride. Old habits die-hard and pretty faces were one of them for Black. He loved Meesa with all ofhis being, but there was something that kept calling him. The sex was great and she still looked good as hell. Home was home, but the streets and being a nigga were all Black knew. Sticking with the same pussy day after day was something he didn't know if he could do.
    Occasionally, he would hit off a young broad. Always staying strapped he made sure no other broad could holla she was pregnant. He and Brandy still got down time from time, making sure it wasn't a habit and that the bitch didn't get too comfortable. Pulling up in the vacant parking lot, Black spotted his connect.
    Business was booming for Black and he couldn't stop. The nigga had so much money that he didn't even keep his shit in the bank anymore. Black went out and bought four huge trunks, each filled to the brim with dough. Kyan had so much money left to him that the boy would never have to work a day in life.
    Shaking hands and exchanging bags, they both left the scene immediately. Stopping at a crowded grocery store, Black checked the bag. It was all there as usual. Black no longer just sold to his family, he had grown to build a squad. Including his boys, he distributed to five other young cats.
    Every month, Black bought in about three hundred grand. Meeting the rest of the fellas at a park in the Peabody, Black traded bags of coke for stacks of cash. Back in his truck, Black's pager started to vibrate.
    Skimming through the message it stated: A package is waiting for you B. He knew that that was code for come and fuck me, Brandy. Making a u-turn, he swooped over to Brandy's house for yet another piece of ass.
    Shopping had worn Meesa out, so she sped down I-70 to Gwen's apartment off Hanley Rd. Riding pass a street called North & South, she saw a truck that looked just like Black's. Same model, a Black Lincoln Navigator, twenty-two inch rims, and gold trimming.
    Nah, it can't be him she thought, he doesn't know anybody that stay's over here. So, she drove on