they took off running like a bat out of hell and had no plans on ever coming back to Philadelphia again. Retaliation wasn’t even thought upon. They all were just glad that they made it to see another day. The money…it meant nothing to them. Their parents were filthy rich and they’d seen a lot more money than they’d lost on that day.
~Chapter 6~
Michelle was lying across her bed as she sucked down a fat blunt of Kush. The bitch had a set of lungs on her. She eyed the tip of the blunt and exhaled a big cloud of dark colored smoke with a foul odor that came from the funky weed. “Whew this is some good shit,” Michelle said laughing to herself. She grabbed one of the multi colored pillows from the sofa, placed it behind her head, and threw her head back onto it. She kicked her feet up on the coffee table and began hitting the Kush filled blunt a few more times.
“I’m that bitch. Living the life. Getting money, I am not paying these niggas no mind. Uh huh. Yup, I’m that bitch,” Michelle rapped to herself. The lyrics were thrown together from many different songs that she favored.
Life was finally starting to look just right for her. Weeks ago she had been introduced to the game, using what you got to get what you want, and things were just becoming all peachy for her. A relationship with Trig didn’t work out for her, not that she didn’t want it to. She would have loved to be taken care of by a made nigga. But Trig on the other hand was a little too much for her. One night he’d invited her over to stay the weekend with him. She caught the grey hound from York all the way to Philadelphia She wasn’t complaining because a trip with Trig always ended up with him purchasing her nice things and breaking her off with hella cash. She wasn't a hoe nor a prostitute, but she gave Trig what he wanted and in return he gave her what her little heart desired. It was a fair exchange. They were trying the relationship thing and this particular weekend was supposed had to been a romantic one, according to Trig. It was his way of showing her that he could really be the man she needed in her life and that he had a mushy side to him as well. He needed her to see that the thug demeanor wasn’t the only thing that he possessed.
Their dinner was on point. It was at an expensive restaurant that Michelle couldn’t even pronounce the name of it. Had she paid attention in French class, she would have been able to pronounce the name of the restaurant and order her food without any problems.
After the romantic dinner, Trig took Michelle for a ride around the city. The entire ride he held her hand and fingered her palm with his thumb. He sweet talked her and juiced her all up, just the way she liked. At the moment she was all about Trig. They pulled up to a four star hotel where Trig quickly rushed over to the passenger door and opened Michelle’s door. Upon entering the room Michelle was in complete awe. There were rose petals all over the floor and a trail that led to the bathroom. Trig grabbed a bottle of Moet that rested in a bucket of ice on top of the counter near the door. He open the champagne bottle and began drinking straight from it, trying to quickly get drunk.
Michelle was all smiles. She followed the rose petals to the bedroom. “What the fuck is this shit?” Michelle cursed. She was totally pissed. Trig had completely fucked up her whole night. She was ready to rock his world and take him to heaven before bringing him back to earth all in one breath. He was about to have the best sex that he could ever have. Fucking around with her, he was ready to get turned out.
Too bad Trig had the same plans for Michelle. He was ready to turn her ass out and put her down with some real fun. Michelle had to admit that the girl who was lying butt naked across the bed was awfully beautiful. She just wasn’t down with the whole messing with another girl thing. To top things off, she wasn’t ready to share Trig.
~Chapter 6~
Michelle was lying across her bed as she sucked down a fat blunt of Kush. The bitch had a set of lungs on her. She eyed the tip of the blunt and exhaled a big cloud of dark colored smoke with a foul odor that came from the funky weed. “Whew this is some good shit,” Michelle said laughing to herself. She grabbed one of the multi colored pillows from the sofa, placed it behind her head, and threw her head back onto it. She kicked her feet up on the coffee table and began hitting the Kush filled blunt a few more times.
“I’m that bitch. Living the life. Getting money, I am not paying these niggas no mind. Uh huh. Yup, I’m that bitch,” Michelle rapped to herself. The lyrics were thrown together from many different songs that she favored.
Life was finally starting to look just right for her. Weeks ago she had been introduced to the game, using what you got to get what you want, and things were just becoming all peachy for her. A relationship with Trig didn’t work out for her, not that she didn’t want it to. She would have loved to be taken care of by a made nigga. But Trig on the other hand was a little too much for her. One night he’d invited her over to stay the weekend with him. She caught the grey hound from York all the way to Philadelphia She wasn’t complaining because a trip with Trig always ended up with him purchasing her nice things and breaking her off with hella cash. She wasn't a hoe nor a prostitute, but she gave Trig what he wanted and in return he gave her what her little heart desired. It was a fair exchange. They were trying the relationship thing and this particular weekend was supposed had to been a romantic one, according to Trig. It was his way of showing her that he could really be the man she needed in her life and that he had a mushy side to him as well. He needed her to see that the thug demeanor wasn’t the only thing that he possessed.
Their dinner was on point. It was at an expensive restaurant that Michelle couldn’t even pronounce the name of it. Had she paid attention in French class, she would have been able to pronounce the name of the restaurant and order her food without any problems.
After the romantic dinner, Trig took Michelle for a ride around the city. The entire ride he held her hand and fingered her palm with his thumb. He sweet talked her and juiced her all up, just the way she liked. At the moment she was all about Trig. They pulled up to a four star hotel where Trig quickly rushed over to the passenger door and opened Michelle’s door. Upon entering the room Michelle was in complete awe. There were rose petals all over the floor and a trail that led to the bathroom. Trig grabbed a bottle of Moet that rested in a bucket of ice on top of the counter near the door. He open the champagne bottle and began drinking straight from it, trying to quickly get drunk.
Michelle was all smiles. She followed the rose petals to the bedroom. “What the fuck is this shit?” Michelle cursed. She was totally pissed. Trig had completely fucked up her whole night. She was ready to rock his world and take him to heaven before bringing him back to earth all in one breath. He was about to have the best sex that he could ever have. Fucking around with her, he was ready to get turned out.
Too bad Trig had the same plans for Michelle. He was ready to turn her ass out and put her down with some real fun. Michelle had to admit that the girl who was lying butt naked across the bed was awfully beautiful. She just wasn’t down with the whole messing with another girl thing. To top things off, she wasn’t ready to share Trig.
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