A Good Girl with Bad Habits by Joi Miner

Author:Joi Miner [Miner, Joi]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Shani Greene-Dowdell Presents
Published: 2016-01-20T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TEN

The One

Who knew that

She

Would complete me

Make me feel more like a woman than

He

Ever could…

It was Friday night and Imani and Taboo had plans to catch a show in a couple of hours. She wanted to put her best face on because she was really feeling Taboo. She thought about cutting the rest of them off for her. She felt like she could be “the one”. Getting up to get ready, Imani was stopped in her tracks by a loud knock on her door.

Booomp! Booomp! Booomp!

“Bitch I know you in there!” Imani heard an angry woman on the other side of her door.

What the fuck? she thought to herself. Then her mind started racing with all the men she’d encountered who had women at home. Whose woman could it be? She wasn’t trying to find out. She stood on the other side of the door while the belligerent woman continued to bang and yell.

“This hoe bold enough to fuck my man but won’t open the fucking door and face me like a woman!”

She was mad and Imani didn’t feel like being bothered with the drama. She figured the woman would give up and go away at some point, so she started back to her bedroom to get ready for her date. Until…

Craaaccckkk! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!

Imani heard shattering glass and looked out her window to see the woman taking a bat to the windshield of her car, setting off the alarm.

Holy shit. This bitch is crazy! Imani thought while calling 911.

She reported the vandalism to the operator who promised to dispatch the closest unit to her location immediately. In the process, Imani heard more licks hit her car. She heard the woman ranting angrily, calling Imani every derogatory word and phrase she could think of. She was so upset she didn’t even think to run when the police cruiser pulled up.

After watching the woman be disarmed and handcuffed, Imani came out of her apartment. The woman got riled up again, spewing insults in Imani’s direction.

“Fuckin trashy ass ho can’t find your own man wit’ yo’ nasty ass.”

Imani shook her head, still unsure whose woman was sitting on the curb cursing her existence. She walked over to the officer who was holding the clipboard and began giving her statement.

“Sir, I have no idea who this woman is. She just came beating on my door and, when I wouldn’t answer, started wailing on my damn car.”

Imani looked at her vehicle, thanking God she had good insurance, but mad as hell because no piece of dick was worth that much damage. Not to mention that the niggah wasn’t even there with her. Whoever it was, Imani knew he didn’t care about this woman and he sure as hell didn’t care about her, or he wouldn’t have put her out there like that.

“Well, ma’am,” the officer tried to hold in his laughter, “this woman seems to think that you’re sleeping with her boyfriend.”

“And who would that be?” Imani couldn’t help but notice his handsomeness. Even in the midst of chaos, Imani was working on a new prospect.

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