you want me to leave too?"
"Maya, no," Supreme said, reaching out taking my hand.
"I don't know what I would've done without you. You've
been a source of sanity for me these last few weeks. You can
stay as long as you like. I actually welcome the company. I
mean look around. This place is pretty fuckin' huge."
"Thank you, Supreme. I thought with Precious gone
you might be ready for me to leave since we are best
friends-or at least I thought we were. Part of me wants
to believe that something bad has happened to Precious
so I can understand her leaving and not telling me where
she went. I too would feel betrayed if she ran off with
Nico without at least telling me bye and explaining why
she did it."
"I've been so caught up in how this bullshit got me
fucked up that I haven't even considered your feelings. I
apologize, Maya. I know Precious is like a sister to you so
I know you're hurting too. You've been so strong through
all this shit that I took it for granted."
"Don't apologize. We have to continue to be strong for
one another and hopefully Precious will be coming back
home soon." Supreme hadn't yet let go of my hand so I
took it one step further and gave him a slight hug, and to my
delight he reciprocated with a firm squeeze.
Damn this nigga feel good... and smell good too! I
know Precious going through withdrawals missing the
dick downs this fine chocolate motherfucker was stroking
her with.
"Since you don't need me, I'ma head out and run my errands."
"Okay, I'll see you later on."
"Yeah, and make sure you give Aaliyah a goodbye kiss for
me. Tell her Auntie Maya is going to miss her."
"I will. I know under the circumstances it will be difficult, but
try and enjoy yourself today, you deserve it."
"You keep telling me that, Supreme as if you don't
deserve to enjoy yourself too."
"One thing at a time," Supreme smiled before heading
to his office.
When I got in my car the first thing I did was dial
Devon's number. I started the ignition, anxious for dude
to pick up.
"Yo!" he said, like he had been waiting for my call.
"Meet me at our spot ...now!" I said and hung up. I
kept the call short and to the point, because although I
doubted it, you never knew who was listening in.
I slipped in my Year of the Gentleman CD needing to
listen to some smooth R&B with all the drama unfolding,
which seemed crazy since I was the one behind most of it.
As I drove towards the restaurant on Robertson Boulevard,
all the reasons that had brought me to this place in my life
right now streamlined through my head. It all started and
ended with Precious. I had these love/hate feelings towards
her. She was everything I wanted to be and had everything I
wanted which made me hate her, but those very same things
made me love her too. The reasoning behind this shit was
so twisted that it was difficult for me to grasp sometimes. But
one thing was for certain; I intended on keeping my eyes on
the prize... Supreme.
When I pulled up in the parking lot I noticed Devon's car was already there. "Shit, he must've been already circling
the area when I called," I said, rushing to get out of the car
because I was determined to make my hair appointment.
"I can explain," Devon stood up and said as soon as he
saw me coming up to the table.
I sat down, motioning him to do the same. I didn't
want to draw any attention to us and his big black ass
standing up as if he got busted fucking around, and trying
to apologize wasn't helping.
"What, was you around the corner when I called?"
"Not exactly around the corner but close to it. I had a
feeling I'd be hearing from you. But listen," Devon lowered
his voice before continuing. "The reason I couldn't hit old
boy off was because he came home with some honey.
I guess even cops have late night booty calls. I didn't
want to take no chances and have to kill both of them.
Tonight though, I'm on it. He's going down, and if he got
somebody with him, they going
"Maya, no," Supreme said, reaching out taking my hand.
"I don't know what I would've done without you. You've
been a source of sanity for me these last few weeks. You can
stay as long as you like. I actually welcome the company. I
mean look around. This place is pretty fuckin' huge."
"Thank you, Supreme. I thought with Precious gone
you might be ready for me to leave since we are best
friends-or at least I thought we were. Part of me wants
to believe that something bad has happened to Precious
so I can understand her leaving and not telling me where
she went. I too would feel betrayed if she ran off with
Nico without at least telling me bye and explaining why
she did it."
"I've been so caught up in how this bullshit got me
fucked up that I haven't even considered your feelings. I
apologize, Maya. I know Precious is like a sister to you so
I know you're hurting too. You've been so strong through
all this shit that I took it for granted."
"Don't apologize. We have to continue to be strong for
one another and hopefully Precious will be coming back
home soon." Supreme hadn't yet let go of my hand so I
took it one step further and gave him a slight hug, and to my
delight he reciprocated with a firm squeeze.
Damn this nigga feel good... and smell good too! I
know Precious going through withdrawals missing the
dick downs this fine chocolate motherfucker was stroking
her with.
"Since you don't need me, I'ma head out and run my errands."
"Okay, I'll see you later on."
"Yeah, and make sure you give Aaliyah a goodbye kiss for
me. Tell her Auntie Maya is going to miss her."
"I will. I know under the circumstances it will be difficult, but
try and enjoy yourself today, you deserve it."
"You keep telling me that, Supreme as if you don't
deserve to enjoy yourself too."
"One thing at a time," Supreme smiled before heading
to his office.
When I got in my car the first thing I did was dial
Devon's number. I started the ignition, anxious for dude
to pick up.
"Yo!" he said, like he had been waiting for my call.
"Meet me at our spot ...now!" I said and hung up. I
kept the call short and to the point, because although I
doubted it, you never knew who was listening in.
I slipped in my Year of the Gentleman CD needing to
listen to some smooth R&B with all the drama unfolding,
which seemed crazy since I was the one behind most of it.
As I drove towards the restaurant on Robertson Boulevard,
all the reasons that had brought me to this place in my life
right now streamlined through my head. It all started and
ended with Precious. I had these love/hate feelings towards
her. She was everything I wanted to be and had everything I
wanted which made me hate her, but those very same things
made me love her too. The reasoning behind this shit was
so twisted that it was difficult for me to grasp sometimes. But
one thing was for certain; I intended on keeping my eyes on
the prize... Supreme.
When I pulled up in the parking lot I noticed Devon's car was already there. "Shit, he must've been already circling
the area when I called," I said, rushing to get out of the car
because I was determined to make my hair appointment.
"I can explain," Devon stood up and said as soon as he
saw me coming up to the table.
I sat down, motioning him to do the same. I didn't
want to draw any attention to us and his big black ass
standing up as if he got busted fucking around, and trying
to apologize wasn't helping.
"What, was you around the corner when I called?"
"Not exactly around the corner but close to it. I had a
feeling I'd be hearing from you. But listen," Devon lowered
his voice before continuing. "The reason I couldn't hit old
boy off was because he came home with some honey.
I guess even cops have late night booty calls. I didn't
want to take no chances and have to kill both of them.
Tonight though, I'm on it. He's going down, and if he got
somebody with him, they going
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