to open right back up.
I swallowed hard, about to break out in a sweat. I didn't
understand why I was tripping so hard, but the pouncing
in my stomach indicating to me that shit was off wouldn't
stop.
Oh shit! Maybe Devon's )rorthless ass got hp to me being
in Philly and `bout to take my ass out right here on this elevator
with these Asian motherfuckers watching. Damn, it's gon' be a
massacre, 'cause he gon' getya' too. I started feeling inside my
purse. Oh shit, I ain't even got no heat on me! I m fucked.! Damn,
maybe I can grab one of they asses and use them for a shield. Fuck
that! I ain'tgoing out like this. This nigga gon' have to come harder than this.
All this shit was running around in my head, and
I was about to snatch the Asian lady since she was the
closest to me, but then I caught his face and the fear
vanished. The nigga was clean; I mean I'm talking custom
designer shit that I wouldn't even know the brand of. It
seemed to be tailored to fit his physique, and .his only. He
was in all black, but the richness of the fabric even had
the Asian folks sizing him up, like who the fuck is this
Negro? Then I caught the blinged out pinky ring. The
shit was flashy but classy, and you wouldn't think a ring
that big with so many diamonds could be described that
way.
When the elevator door opened, I was strongly
considering diverting my original plan to seduce Arnez,
to get at dude instead. The nigga was so on point that I
started thinking about any celebrities I had seen that he
might be, but I couldn't think of any, and his hotness
superseded theirs anyway. He exuded confidence, which
took his sexiness even higher up on the radar. What
also intrigued me was that even in my red dress, dude
wasn't paying me no mind. It was like he had an agenda,
and sniffing after some pussy wasn't on it. I knew I had
business to tend to, but was drawn to this man. It was as
if I had to know what the fuck he was up to. As I tried to
stay out of view but watched his movements, there was
something dangerous about his aura too. That also had
me open.
I diverted towards the front desk area to make it look as if I was off his trail, and once he went outside to
the front, I quickly went to the glass opening to be nosey.
There were three black Yukon's parked behind each
other. The mystery man first stopped at the last truck,
and the passenger window rolled down. A few words
were exchanged, and then the window rolled back up.
Then he went to the next truck, and the same exact thing
occurred. He finally went to the truck parked in front.
A big burly dude stepped out and opened the back door
for the mystery man. He got in, and then all three trucks
drove off.
I wasn't a psychic, but some shit seemed terribly
off to me. That pouncing in the pit of my stomach
hadn't left, but I decided there wasn't shit I could do
about it, so I continued on to what brought me out to
this motherfucker in the first place.
When I entered the restaurant, like I knew it
would and should be all eyes were on me. Even the old
undercover KKK type motherfuckers were drooling at
the mouth, causing their knifed up elderly wives to curl
up their lips in disgust.
Right when the hostess was making her way over
to greet me, the waiter, who I assumed Steve had put
on the payroll, cut in. "Amanda, she'll be dining in my
section. I'll seat her," he said, taking the menu from her
hand. She gave him a confused stare, but didn't put up a
fuss. I gave her a pleasant smile and followed him. "You
were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago," he said,
in a lecturing whisper."
"I got a little held up."
"You're lucky we're not swamped tonight or
I wouldn't have been able to hold your table." He had
somewhat of a diva attitude with him, but I let it slide
since his services were needed.
"Sorry, but I'll make sure to leave you a good tip.
How `bout that?" He gave me a gracious smile, so I guess
all was good now.
"One table
I swallowed hard, about to break out in a sweat. I didn't
understand why I was tripping so hard, but the pouncing
in my stomach indicating to me that shit was off wouldn't
stop.
Oh shit! Maybe Devon's )rorthless ass got hp to me being
in Philly and `bout to take my ass out right here on this elevator
with these Asian motherfuckers watching. Damn, it's gon' be a
massacre, 'cause he gon' getya' too. I started feeling inside my
purse. Oh shit, I ain't even got no heat on me! I m fucked.! Damn,
maybe I can grab one of they asses and use them for a shield. Fuck
that! I ain'tgoing out like this. This nigga gon' have to come harder than this.
All this shit was running around in my head, and
I was about to snatch the Asian lady since she was the
closest to me, but then I caught his face and the fear
vanished. The nigga was clean; I mean I'm talking custom
designer shit that I wouldn't even know the brand of. It
seemed to be tailored to fit his physique, and .his only. He
was in all black, but the richness of the fabric even had
the Asian folks sizing him up, like who the fuck is this
Negro? Then I caught the blinged out pinky ring. The
shit was flashy but classy, and you wouldn't think a ring
that big with so many diamonds could be described that
way.
When the elevator door opened, I was strongly
considering diverting my original plan to seduce Arnez,
to get at dude instead. The nigga was so on point that I
started thinking about any celebrities I had seen that he
might be, but I couldn't think of any, and his hotness
superseded theirs anyway. He exuded confidence, which
took his sexiness even higher up on the radar. What
also intrigued me was that even in my red dress, dude
wasn't paying me no mind. It was like he had an agenda,
and sniffing after some pussy wasn't on it. I knew I had
business to tend to, but was drawn to this man. It was as
if I had to know what the fuck he was up to. As I tried to
stay out of view but watched his movements, there was
something dangerous about his aura too. That also had
me open.
I diverted towards the front desk area to make it look as if I was off his trail, and once he went outside to
the front, I quickly went to the glass opening to be nosey.
There were three black Yukon's parked behind each
other. The mystery man first stopped at the last truck,
and the passenger window rolled down. A few words
were exchanged, and then the window rolled back up.
Then he went to the next truck, and the same exact thing
occurred. He finally went to the truck parked in front.
A big burly dude stepped out and opened the back door
for the mystery man. He got in, and then all three trucks
drove off.
I wasn't a psychic, but some shit seemed terribly
off to me. That pouncing in the pit of my stomach
hadn't left, but I decided there wasn't shit I could do
about it, so I continued on to what brought me out to
this motherfucker in the first place.
When I entered the restaurant, like I knew it
would and should be all eyes were on me. Even the old
undercover KKK type motherfuckers were drooling at
the mouth, causing their knifed up elderly wives to curl
up their lips in disgust.
Right when the hostess was making her way over
to greet me, the waiter, who I assumed Steve had put
on the payroll, cut in. "Amanda, she'll be dining in my
section. I'll seat her," he said, taking the menu from her
hand. She gave him a confused stare, but didn't put up a
fuss. I gave her a pleasant smile and followed him. "You
were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago," he said,
in a lecturing whisper."
"I got a little held up."
"You're lucky we're not swamped tonight or
I wouldn't have been able to hold your table." He had
somewhat of a diva attitude with him, but I let it slide
since his services were needed.
"Sorry, but I'll make sure to leave you a good tip.
How `bout that?" He gave me a gracious smile, so I guess
all was good now.
"One table
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