California Connection 3 by Chunichi

Author:Chunichi
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp
Published: 2011-12-01T05:00:00+00:00

The next morning, I woke up not knowing how the hell I got home. I assumed the bartender either called a cab or took me home himself. I was going to have to get my truck later on. I was thankful for a new day and ready to get on my grind and make some money.

A half-finished blunt was sitting on my nightstand. I lit it up and took a few pulls as I gathered my morning thoughts. As I sat on my bed puffing on the blunt, I heard the toilet flush. I jumped out the bed and raced to the bathroom. I opened the door, and there was a woman standing at the sink.

“Hey.” She smiled.

“I’m sorry, but who the fuck are you? And how did you get into my house?”

“Ah, I’m the one who got your ass home from the bar.”

Damn, I was fucked up last night! I don’t remember talking to this bitch at all. “Okay, that’s cool, but I don’t know you and you need to get your ass out my house.”

“Nigga, please. You don’t have to ask me twice. Your ass was so lame last night, I can’t wait to never see your ass again.”

“Fuck you, bitch! You pushin’ it.”

She sauntered past me like she didn’t have a care in the world and walked downstairs. I followed and watched as she put her shoes on and made her way to the front door. She turned before she went out and said, “You’re welcome for getting you home safe. Your truck is in the garage. I took what you owe me and nothing more.”

“What the fuck you talking about?”

“I’m a prostitute, you fool. I don’t give this pussy up for free. Well, last night I didn’t give it up. I have two words for you—whisky dick.” She smiled and closed the door in my face.

She was so calm about the whole thing, it left me tongue-tied. I had nothing to say to her. She had stunned me and left me standing at the door trying to make sense of what she just told me. It took me a little bit, but I realized I had just been suckered and dissed by a prostitute.

Instead of getting mad at the prostitute, I directed my anger at Jewel. She still hadn’t come home. I knew her crazy ass was heated, but so was I. My baby had never stayed away from home so long, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to give her what she wanted. I figured she probably had the phone right by her side waiting for me to call and make up.

I almost called her but then thought better of it. Naw, man, I believe I’m going to wait this one out. I just knew deep inside my baby would be walking through the house door any day now telling me how much she missed me and loved me. Or at least I was hoping she would.

In an attempt to kill time and get Jewel off my mind, I popped in a DVD featuring comedian Mike Epps.

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