love with this man and
quickly.
For one, he was gorgeous and he matched my fly. He
already had my taste down to a science, and he had been spoiling me
left and right with high-priced designer items to wear, handbags,
and jewels. I hated a nigga that thought that a white tee and some
J’s were all there was to life. Grey understood the necessity of
fashion and could make damn near anything look good. His broad
shoulders, flat stomach, and gorgeous face should have been gracing
magazines and televisions all around the world, but the thug in him
was strong. And I loved it.
Secondly, he was smart. It was not often that you ran
across a true street nigga who used to get straight A’s in school
and had already finished his bachelor’s degree. True, he always had
one leg in the streets, but his effort in the classroom was what
had eventually led him to becoming the smart business man that he
was. He’d earned his B.A. with a major in Business Management right
out of high school from Eastern Michigan University, and he
continued to seek out and absorb knowledge. Most didn’t understand
how big of an edge it was to have a college degree behind you, even
in the business of selling drugs. It makes it easier for you to
hide.
Lastly, well not really lastly because I could go on
and on, but Grey had that work. I knew that I was bomb in the
bedroom but in the few short months we had been kicking it, Grey
had taught me more than a trick or two. Where I normally was
dominant, Grey had a way of making me submissive. I catered to his
every need and obeyed his every command. There was nothing that he
wanted that I wouldn’t give to him and vice versa.
I’ll admit it. As I watched Grey and my father
converse, I knew that I was crazy in love with the thug with the
smoky grey eyes. He was unlike any one I had ever encountered. Now
that I had landed him officially, there was no way I was going to
let him go. Whatever I needed to do to keep him by my side, I would
do. Kendrick “Grey” Summers belonged to me.
Kimani
July 2014
“You’re pyscho, bruh!”
I heard the yelling all the way down at the curb
where I parked my white 2015 Range Rover Sport. I hopped out and
jogged up the driveway to see what was going on. When I approached
the door, there was shit everywhere. Clothes, shoes,
electronics—all of it broken, bleached, or shredded. Grey was
standing in front of the closed front door, yelling and
screaming.
"What the fuck?" I mumbled as I picked up a Jordan
Flight 97 shoe that was shredded beyond recognition.
"Bruh, today might be the day I go to jail! Over that
nutcase in there!"
I saw Grey reach into his waistband, and I rushed
over to him and grabbed his arm. He grimaced and tried to yank his
arm out of reach, but I held firm. “Aye, you got too much to lose
bruh.”
Grey looked at me for a few moments as he tried to
calm down. His eyes had turned a charcoal shade of gray, a clear
indicator that he had crossed the line between anger and rage. His
breathing slowed, and he tore away from me. “Look at this shit! All
my shit is fucked up because that bitch is mental. She thinks that
I’m fucking around with some other chick!”
“Are you?"
“No, man! I got too much shit going on to be worried
about chasing down another chick."
“Aight, then. Look, you got more than enough money to
buy some new shit, and you too pretty to go to jail. So calm down,
nigga. C’mon. Ride out with me.”
Grey looked at the mess that was littered across his
front porch and lawn and shook his head.
“Yeah, aight. Cuz if I stay here, she’s liable to get
a hot one in her dome.”
We walked to my car and hopped in. I cranked up
Future’s Codeine Crazy and peeled off. Grey rested his head
against the white leather headrest and sighed deeply. “I don't know
how long I can keep doing this, man.”
For the last month or so since he had been fucking
with Nakami, all that seemed to emanate from their relationship was
drama.
quickly.
For one, he was gorgeous and he matched my fly. He
already had my taste down to a science, and he had been spoiling me
left and right with high-priced designer items to wear, handbags,
and jewels. I hated a nigga that thought that a white tee and some
J’s were all there was to life. Grey understood the necessity of
fashion and could make damn near anything look good. His broad
shoulders, flat stomach, and gorgeous face should have been gracing
magazines and televisions all around the world, but the thug in him
was strong. And I loved it.
Secondly, he was smart. It was not often that you ran
across a true street nigga who used to get straight A’s in school
and had already finished his bachelor’s degree. True, he always had
one leg in the streets, but his effort in the classroom was what
had eventually led him to becoming the smart business man that he
was. He’d earned his B.A. with a major in Business Management right
out of high school from Eastern Michigan University, and he
continued to seek out and absorb knowledge. Most didn’t understand
how big of an edge it was to have a college degree behind you, even
in the business of selling drugs. It makes it easier for you to
hide.
Lastly, well not really lastly because I could go on
and on, but Grey had that work. I knew that I was bomb in the
bedroom but in the few short months we had been kicking it, Grey
had taught me more than a trick or two. Where I normally was
dominant, Grey had a way of making me submissive. I catered to his
every need and obeyed his every command. There was nothing that he
wanted that I wouldn’t give to him and vice versa.
I’ll admit it. As I watched Grey and my father
converse, I knew that I was crazy in love with the thug with the
smoky grey eyes. He was unlike any one I had ever encountered. Now
that I had landed him officially, there was no way I was going to
let him go. Whatever I needed to do to keep him by my side, I would
do. Kendrick “Grey” Summers belonged to me.
Kimani
July 2014
“You’re pyscho, bruh!”
I heard the yelling all the way down at the curb
where I parked my white 2015 Range Rover Sport. I hopped out and
jogged up the driveway to see what was going on. When I approached
the door, there was shit everywhere. Clothes, shoes,
electronics—all of it broken, bleached, or shredded. Grey was
standing in front of the closed front door, yelling and
screaming.
"What the fuck?" I mumbled as I picked up a Jordan
Flight 97 shoe that was shredded beyond recognition.
"Bruh, today might be the day I go to jail! Over that
nutcase in there!"
I saw Grey reach into his waistband, and I rushed
over to him and grabbed his arm. He grimaced and tried to yank his
arm out of reach, but I held firm. “Aye, you got too much to lose
bruh.”
Grey looked at me for a few moments as he tried to
calm down. His eyes had turned a charcoal shade of gray, a clear
indicator that he had crossed the line between anger and rage. His
breathing slowed, and he tore away from me. “Look at this shit! All
my shit is fucked up because that bitch is mental. She thinks that
I’m fucking around with some other chick!”
“Are you?"
“No, man! I got too much shit going on to be worried
about chasing down another chick."
“Aight, then. Look, you got more than enough money to
buy some new shit, and you too pretty to go to jail. So calm down,
nigga. C’mon. Ride out with me.”
Grey looked at the mess that was littered across his
front porch and lawn and shook his head.
“Yeah, aight. Cuz if I stay here, she’s liable to get
a hot one in her dome.”
We walked to my car and hopped in. I cranked up
Future’s Codeine Crazy and peeled off. Grey rested his head
against the white leather headrest and sighed deeply. “I don't know
how long I can keep doing this, man.”
For the last month or so since he had been fucking
with Nakami, all that seemed to emanate from their relationship was
drama.
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