Eastside Love Affair by Margo & Shelia Bryant & Indie Love

Author:Margo & Shelia Bryant & Indie Love [Margo & Bryant, Shelia & Love, Indie]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Urban, new93aug, United States, African American, Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction, Women's Fiction
Amazon: B00K769LTS
Publisher: Page Hustle Publications
Published: 2014-05-07T04:00:00+00:00

Mal knocked on the hotel door. He made a pit stop on the way to the room to see his mom. It was a must for him to check on the home front especially since his mom refused to move out the hood. The only good he saw in her still living in the same house that they lived in since they moved to Detroit was that Eron’s mom was just as stubborn. They still looked out for each other probably even more since Big E was locked up in the federal penitentiary.

The door opened and the sight before him left him speechless. Dior quickly turned around leaving Mal to take in her bare ass.

“Damn”

Jamal was stunned by the scene before him. Dior didn’t speak one word. Dior walked to the middle of the room and pulled a portable pole out of a Cirillia’s bag. Jamal finally sat on the bed and began to roll up.

This woman is full of surprises. I’m a sit back and enjoy the show.

Dior continued to unfold the pole while she stole glances of Jamal. The nigga even made rolling a blunt look good. Dior finally had the pole tightened and suctioned to the wall and ceiling. Dior pressed play on her iPod and their situation played with a beat to it in the form of T.I.’s song, ‘Freak Though’.

(But she's a freak though), She got angel eyes, with the baby face, (But she's a freak though), I want my momma and daddy to meet her, Maybe have my baby, (But she's a freak though), They keep talking about you, Because they - can't keep up with your pace, You're my - super freak! Super freak! You're my - super freak!

Immediately Mal knew the track. He’s listened to it himself and was amazed at how perfect the song was for their particular situation. T.I. spoke about a chick that he was digging but the hood said she got around. Of course, a typical man would be derailed by the rumors of the chick being a hoe. But T.I. was embracing the challenge and so was Mal. It would take a real nigga to deal with Dior. Dior just needed to be tamed and paid. Mal wouldn’t tolerate disrespect about her.

Mal sat smoking his blunt and watching Dior work the pole. He was amazed. Dior could’ve easily taken her talents to South Beach, Miami. Dior grabbed the pole with both hands dipping in a squat position and started twerking her ass checks.

Mal couldn’t even get a word out. He was thoroughly pleased. The girls from the ‘Twerk Team’ would’ve easily made a spot on the squad for Dior’s talents. She went to the beat. One cheek. Both cheeks. Left cheek and then right cheek simultaneously. Dior attempted to do more tricks but Mal had had enough. He got up taking off his shirt on the way. Dior was shocked but didn’t show it. Mal grabbed her standing her in the upright position up against the pole.

“Why

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