Get ya money 1, p.2
Get Ya Money, #1, page 2
“Awww don't cry baby girl,” Messiah’s deep voice said whispering softly in my ear.
“I can't believe you’re here.” I said in disbelief. “Remember I said I'll see you soon.” Messiah said. “Yeah but I didn't know you meant it nigga!” I said playfully hitting him on the shoulder. Messiah nodded his head to the DJ. R. Kelly and The Public Generation song, Honey Love came on.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me close till we were body to body. He put his hands on my size 20 hips. I placed my arms around his neck as we started to sway back and forth. I put my head on his chest as we continued to sway. “You smell so good.” Messiah said. I lightly chuckled before saying, “Why you smelling me?”
“I know you smelling me too.” He said chuckling.
“Yep, you smell good too.” I said burying my nose in his neck.”
“There's something in your eyes, baby. It's telling me you want me, baby.” Messiah said singing in my ear.
“Tonight is your night,” I said looking up in his eyes.
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Messiah
Cleopatra is still the most beautiful girl that I've ever seen. She looks so different since I last saw her a few years back when she was only15. I've been with a lot of females but Cleo, she's different man. She is capable of being wifey material. She’s outgoing, funny, drop dead gorgeous and not to mention, her Nigerian accent is stronger than I remember. Her chocolate skin, big juicy lips, wide hips, big booty, soft face structure and hair are unique. You can tell her hair is natural. She has it in a low cut that goes with her. I miss her and I want more than a friendship relationship. I want a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. I'll just take it slow but still reveal my feelings for her. I just hope she feels the same because I ain't tryna get dissed by no woman. I just hope my past don't catch up with me and reveal itself.
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At the end of the party me, Cleo, Kandice, my homeboy and Cleo and Kandice’s homosexual male friend, Quincy, went to go grab some pizza. I gave Cleo my number. “What's this?” Cleopatra asked while wiping her face with her napkin. I laughed. “My number. I'll text you later baby girl.” I said softly kissing her cheek then her forehead.
Cleopatra
I had my room pitch dark as I lay in my bed with some shorts and my sports bra on thinking about Messiah. I kept thinking of when he kissed me and how it sparked old images in my head. I thought about them as I rubbed my cheek and then my head. What a night I had.
Chapter 3: Breakfast Date
July 5, 2013. 9:38AM.
Cleo's Crib.
Cleopatra
Oh no! Oh God! “I hope it's not what I think it is,” I thought laying in my bed half sleep, half awake. OMG! I pushed back my silk sheets and flew into the bathroom almost tripping over my clothes scattered close by my bed from last night. I made it just in time to the toilet. I fell down on my knees and began to vomit my guts out. At least that's what it felt like. Sharp pains were beginning to form like a tropical storm in my stomach. I began to sweat profusely even though the air conditioner flourished through my condo.
I vomited so much my throat hurt. I was nervous. When I thought I was done I crawled to my bed and felt around for my phone. I went to my contacts and pushed Kandice's name and put it on speaker. “Kandice listen, I'm scared girl. I'm vomiting, my stomach hurts and I’m dizzy I think something is wrong,” I said talking really fast like I do when I get scared. I felt another load of vomiting coming so I crawled to the bathroom with my phone in one hand. I heard a light chuckle at the other end, “You did have quite a few shots of Smirnoff Vodka, Tequila, Grey G-,” the voice said.
“Okay I get it!” I snapped. “Baby girl, your Nigerian accent really shows when you’re scared. I think that's cute.” I smiled and I knew automatically it was Messiah. “Oh, my bad. I didn't mean to call you. I'm sorry I have to go.” I said nervously about to hang up the phone.
“Don't be embarrassed baby girl. It happens to the best of us.” Messiah said. “I guess.” I said lifting myself up off the cold bathroom tiles and sitting on the toilet. “First timer?” He asked. “Yes. I was scared and I thought I was about to meet Glory.” I said. He laughed.
“Is you okay now? Because if you’re not, I can come over and help you get better.” He said.
“Nice try playa, playa. I'll be straight. I'm a Gee. I'll just take some aspirin for the stomachache. Besides, I'm looking rough.” I said.
He laughed again. “I saw you looking rough before girl; like a troll as I remember.” He replied.
I gave a light hearted chuckle. “Nah nigga. Not even on my worst day. Ask your thot about me.” I said making my voice deeper trying to imitate a man.
“I see you got jokes. I don't love these thotties.” My stomach growled loud. “You hungry Cleo?” He asked. “Very,” I said rubbing my stomach.
“Well tame that mess on your head, wash your booty, oh and please brush those choppers because I don't want to smell no morning breathe while we talking. I'll be by to pick you up in 30 minutes.” He said.
“Every day my nigga and you don’t even know my address.” I said.
“I'm sure you bout to give it to me though.”
I gave him my address and we said our goodbyes until we saw each other in the next thirty minutes. I picked out something cute but simple to wear to have breakfast with Messiah. My light denim vest with my short strawberry red sundress, black and gold spiky necklace and black flats was what I chose. I went to take a quick shower, came out and threw my dirty clothes in the hamper. I grabbed my strawberry scented lotion and rubbed it all over my body. I put on scented deodorant, my undergarments and my clothes. I sprayed some Love Sick perfume on and added some bright red lipstick to make the outfit pop more.
“Here I come,” I said answering my phone before taking it off the charger. I got in the car and he was bumping Jagged Edge’s hit song Promise. “Yes, I love this song!” I exclaimed excitedly. I began to bob and grind in my seat as we were on our way to get breakfast.
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He got out the car and walked over to my side to help me out the car. “Why thank you. I see you’re such a gentleman.” I said smiling.
We walked into I-Hop hand in hand. I was ready to smash some food. An older women that looked about in her early forties came to assist us. “Hello and welcome to I-Hop. My name is Lauren and I am going to be assisting you today.” Lauren the waitress said. I smiled at the older woman. She was older but still had her curves. She was a plump curvy women with plump lips and a round soft face. She was the color of Hershey’s chocolate and her natural hair was in a fluffy ponytail.
She reminded me of my mother before she got addicted to drugs. I looked at the ground in an embarrassing remembrance of my mother. “You okay chile?” Lauren said lifting my chin with her finger. “Yes ma'am I am fine.” I said looking up smiling at Lauren. She seemed to be more than just a waitress. At the moment she seemed like a mother figure.
“Whatever is troubling you chile, pray to the good Lord about it.” Lauren said smiling at me.
“Yes ma'am.” I said. “I really don't know how to pray,” I thought to myself.
“What would you two love birds like to have today?” Lauren asked.
“Ma'am that's not my-,” “Weren't not a couple ma'am.” Me and Messiah said talking over each other.
She laughed. “You coulda fooled me.” There was a silence for a few seconds. Miss Betty cleared her throat. “What can I get for you two?” she said.
“I would like to have raspberry white chocolate chip pancakes, a Swiss mocha coffee and can you add some eggs and bacon to that?” I said putting my menu down and smiling at her.
“And for the gentleman?” Lauren asked looking at Messiah.
“I would like a chicken fajita omelet and a strawberry and lemonade I-Hop splasher, thank you.” Messiah said showing his perfect teeth.
Lauren told us our food would be done in the next twenty minutes, so with that twenty minutes Me and Messiah got caught up on each other’s lives and what we wanted our futures to look like. I learned that he had a crazy girlfriend that was deeply in love with him. He never told me her name nor did I care. The past was the past and this is now. I also learned that his mom died recently.
Twenty-two minutes later our food came and we ate as we continued to converse. As we were leaving I said truthfully, “I really had a beautiful time with you Messiah. It was just like old times.” “I can second that.” He said looking at me. We shared a gaze for a few seconds but then I broke it by looking away.
Fifteen minutes later we arrived at my home. I invited him in and .....
Chapter 4
Say You Care
July 5, 2013. 2:55PM.
Cleo's Crib.
Cleopatra
My vision was blurry as I began to wake up. I saw Messiah still where I said he can sit at which was on the mini loveseat a few feet away from my bed. He was staring at me.
“What?” I said sitting up and touching my face thinking I had slob on it.
He laughed and said. “You’re just so beautiful.” He was still staring at me like the toy he wanted as a kid but had never gotten. I turned towards the closed window trying to hide that I was blushing before thanking him.
Then there was silence. Only the volume on the television on low and the air conditioner could be heard. Why does he treat me like he cares? Like I am the goddess he never had? We haven't had any sexual encounters in any way and yet, he seems like he is so interested in me. True, I only had three including my uncle but he doesn't count because he molested me. I wouldn't be taken advantage of again. I'm not stupid. He only wants that one thing and then he is going to leave.
As I continued to think deeply I heard Messiah's voice.
“Cleopatra?”
I finally answered him after a few minutes. “Yes?”
He looked at me up and down. “You okay?”
“Yes, why do you ask?” I said looking over at him.
“Because I've been calling your name for the last three minutes and you didn't respond.” He said looking worried.
“I'm fine. Just was thinking about something.” I said moving towards the edge of my bed.
“What was it?” He asked.
“Nothing,” I lied.
“What was it?” He repeated.
“Nothing! Why do you even care?” I explosively asked.
“I care. I care for you.” He said sitting beside me at the edge of my bed.
“What do you want from me? Why do you even care so much? Yo-,” I said getting cut off.
He greeted me with a soft kiss upon my lips. I didn't kiss back but I didn't stop him either. Swinging my legs back and forth from my queen sized bed, I fiddled with my brown furry teddy bear that my big brother gave me for my birthday when I turned seven.
“I'm sorry,” he said lowly.
I finally said nonchalantly, “Nah, don't be. I'm glad you did.” I couldn't dare look over at him even though he was so close. I felt his minted breathe breathing on my neck.
“Cleo, don't lead me on. You know I got feelings for you and I am pretty sure you got feelings for me. It ain't like we just met. We’ve known each other since the second grade.” He whispered as if he didn't want the walls around us to know what he was saying. I didn't want him to move. I wanted him to stay beside me.
I didn't say anything, I just wanted to collect my thoughts. I felt him walk past me. “Messiah, I really do care for you but I just need help finding my emotions. You just came back in my life and these old feelings just revealed themselves. You know what I’ve been through as a little girl and that just kind of messed me up. I would really like to take this to a different level but I know your reputation from back home. If ima be with you I don't want to be no side leg. I want to be the main chick. Just give me time to think this over.” I said with my head in my hands.
“I understand.” He said before exiting my room and shortly after I heard the door slam shut.
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I want you close to me
I know you probably can't see it
My feelings is tucked away
In its hidden place
The location is unknown
You was once close
And I didn't want you to move
I wanted you to stay right beside me
Maybe even hide me in the warmth of your love
I want you close to me
Close enough where I could smell your sweet cologne
Somehow the warmth let me know I wasn't alone
I'm a broken vein that was disconnected from its heart
I was given a path but I didn't know where to start
Given a choice but no purpose
Chapter 5
Why Are You Here? Pt.1
July 5, 2013. 10:45PM
Golden Temptation Strip Club.
Cleopatra
I sat in my small, suffocating, cheap perfume smelling, graffiti covered dressing room I had to share with 5 other girls waiting for MoLotto, the bouncer with the one eye, to tell me it was time for me to get on stage. I finished applying my bright pink smoky eye shadow. “Two minutes Cleo.” MoLotto said opening the door not even waiting for me to tell him to enter. I nodded in agreement then I stood up and walked carefully so I wouldn’t fall in my bright pink and black sparkly six inch heels over to the cracking miniature full body mirror. I examined my body and how what I had on hugged my curves well. I saw this bisexual girl named Lick Lick smirking at me from the reflection of the mirror. “BOO!” I shouted before walking out the dressing room door.
Freedia
Come on
You got to
She wanna
Duffy Duffy Duffy Duffy
Duffy Duffy Duffy (GO!)
Duffy Duffy Duffy Duffy
Duffy Duffy Duffy (GO!)
“We all know her. We all love her. Coming to the stage, Chocolate-Drop.” The announcer exclaimed as I walked on the big stage inhaling the stench of the mixture of Black & Milds, cigarettes, sweat and heavy cologne.
The lights dimmed into black and blue as Big Freedia’s song Duffy began blasting on the speakers. I walked out looking out into the audience and saw men and women from all different ages waving money and yelling.
I started to bounce my buttocks to the rhythm of the music. Popping my back and working my feet to the rhythm, I bent in front of the chrome pole and had my buttocks facing the audience while moving it in a circular up and down motion. I spun on the pole really fast, flipping and doing tricks on it and then sliding down on it while going into the splits.
The crowd was going bananas. I went to the edge of the stage and putting my hands on each side of my wide hips, I did a shimmy-shake while people came running up stuffing $50 and $100 bills into my bra and G-string. I peered into the audience and almost choking on my saliva, I saw......
Chapter 6
Why Are You Here Pt. 2
July 5, 2013. 11:27PM.
Golden Temptation Strip Club.
Cleopatra
I saw. Messiah. I did a mental checklist quickly in my head. Big greenish-brown eyes. (Check) Deep voice. (Check) Tall. (Check) High yellow skin complexion. (Check)
Our eyes met. I stopped what I was doing and stood frozen. My palms and feet were sweating so much I could of sworn I would fall out of my six inch heels any second. I wanted to run off the stage but couldn't. Our gazes were still locked on each other. I dropped my head in embarrassment. “This was never the way I wanted him to find out,” I thought.
Shaking his head from side to side he turned his head causing our gazes to break. I finished my routine and quickly headed back towards the tiny dressing room.
“AYEEEEEE GIRL, YOU DID AMAZING!!!” Kandice yelled from the doorway entrance. I mumbled under my breath, “Thanks.”
Messiah
I couldn't believe what I just saw. So me and my fam's chillin’ having a good time and then I saw Cleo. At first I thought I was just trippin’.After all, I did have quite a few blunts and I thought maybe I was just missing her. “It had to be her though,” I thought. Before we met eyes, I couldn't help but let my eyes roam all over her curvaceous body. It was just so dang beautiful. That's when our gazes locked for a second. It dawned on me that not just me and my niggas seen her half naked but other people could too. In total disgust I shook my head and quickly turned away. I saw Kandice was a stripper as well. I knew already how her body looked so I was used to it. She told me I could see Cleo and that she was in the dressing room. After telling Cleo she did amazing, which I am pretty sure Cleo already knew, she got the two other girls out and closed the door behind them leaving me and Cleo in a small room. She was half naked and I was very lit.
The music outside the door was booming but in this room it was quiet.
“Why?” I asked leaning back on a wobbly stool.
“Why what?” She asked still facing the dresser mirror.
“Why are you here?!” I exclaimed.
“I gotta do what I gotta do to survive.” She said nonchalantly.
"I mean I can understand that but-," She cut me off raising quickly from her chair.
“BUT WHAT MESSIAH? WHY IS YOU STEADY IN MY BUSINESS? YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE! YOU DON'T KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO HAVE YOUR PURITY TAKEN AWAY FROM YOU! TO FEEL LIKE YOU’RE DAMAGED GOOD THAT'S WAITING TO BE THROWN OUT! TO THINK THAT EVERYDAY YOU WAKE UP YOU HAVE PEOPLE WANTING TO MAKE YOU’RE LIFE A LIVING HELL! TO THINK ABOUT SUICIDE! TO THINK ABOUT KILLING ALL THE NIGGAS THAT HURT YOU!”
At this time she was just bawling deeply into my arms. We both sat in the corner of the room. I was holding her and she was grabbing me by my clothes. Then suddenly she ...
