Deuce and Dior: Love and Dirty Money by Ms. Neicy

Author:Ms. Neicy
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Shan Presents, LLC
Published: 2016-01-13T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

A different kind of meeting

Kazz

I woke up with the worst headache ever. I looked over and noticed I was in bed alone. I tried to recall last night, but I could only remember bits and pieces. I reached over and grabbed my phone from the dresser and noticed I had two missed calls. One from West, the other from my grams. I wasn’t home for the holidays, so I was pretty sure she was missing my company. I cleared my history and I went to my photos.

“This is some hangover type shit,” I said to myself as I scrolled through my pictures.

“Well good morning to you, drunkie.” I looked up and my eyes met with his. Kreed was sexy as hell with that goatee and dreads, but that nigga was an asshole. I mean he was a certified asshole by nature. He was mean, and he didn’t give a fuck what he said, when he said it, or how it came out. He would hurt your feelings and not think twice about the shit. I was starting to think about why the hell I even decided to join him on this trip. Was I just trying to be like Dior? Since she had a connection with Deuce I was trying to force the same connection with Kreed. At first, I thought that I did like him, but now I wasn’t so sure. I mean, I wasn’t looking for a relationship or nothing like that, but to have one person that was always there, and genuinely gave a fuck would’ve been great. I had boy toys, which was cool, but at the end of the day I was still lonely. My boy toys were just there for sex. I didn’t have any type of emotional connection to them or anything like that. They were only good to serve the dick and after that, I didn’t really hear from them again until I was ready for some more pipe.

Kreed was different though, or at least I thought he was. Me and Kreed hadn’t been knowing each other that long, but the few times we had talked, he was actually there to listen. He seemed like he cared, but in the same breath, he didn’t and I didn’t know what the hell was up with that.

“Good morning. Can we talk?”

“Sure, you want to go first or should I?” he asked. He acted like he had a bunch of shit he wanted to get off his chest, and I wanted him to do just that, so I let his ass speak first.

“Look Kazz, I’m not sure what your story is because I only know what you tell me, but I do know this, I’m not willing to just sit around and watch you drink your life away. You drink until you pass out and that shit is scary as hell. I’ve never shared this with anyone, but my mother used to drink like that. One day I came home from school and found her passed out on the floor.

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