Love More 3: Sleeping With the Enemies by Rl Welch

Author:Rl Welch [Welch, Rl]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, United States, African American, Urban, Women's Fiction, Genre Fiction
Amazon: B00RMYTK9O
Published: 2014-12-30T05:00:00+00:00

Brittani

I woke up with a bangin ass headache in a big ass bed! I was still dressed and pissed that we still hadnt got our thing off. I lay there thinking about what happen when we got to Dirt’s big boy crib. ZThe shit went nothing like I thought it would.

I remembered pulling up, and entering the big spacy ass mansion. We ended up in his office/study. He talked about his love for an ex that had reawakened after bumping into her at a bar. I listened to him confess his desire for the next bitch and got drunk. I did not believe what the fuck I was hearing!

It was weird. No nigga had ever wanted me to listen to their problems. Niggas I knew liked to fuck their problems away. Dirt was different, and that was what had me fucked up! I had never met a street nigga with feelings.

I got up and went to use the private bathroom in the room I slept in. It must have been guest room. I definitely wasn’t the master’s bedroom. Everything in the room that I slept in was brand spanking new! Hell, I think I was first one to use the toilet.

I finished up, and opened the bathroom closet. I got out a new wash cloth, toothpaste and a new tooth brush. I got myself squared away and left out the bathroom.

I yawned; still drowsy as I walked through the bedroom, on my way to see if Dirt was woke. I had to catch up with this realtor about the house down the street from my ma’s at today. I was tired of that fucking suite.

In the hallway, I decided to check Dirt’s study first. Last night he said he practically lived in there when he’s not at his lot. I knocked before trying the door. There was no answer, but it was unlocked. I knocked again, opened the door and walked into the study. I knew that the office had two rooms, so I looked around. Empty…

“Dirt?” I called out walking over to the big glass window. I could see the big beautiful lake. The view was so nice.

I turned from the window to go when something on his desk caught my eye. Taxes? He mentioned something about having a problem filing. I walked to the desk curious, wanting to know how much money this nigga was clocking. I picked up the paperwork.

~INVESTIGATION REPORT-CONFIDENTIAL~

What the fuck? I immediately dropped the paperwork. Whatever it was, it wasn’t my business. I headed for the door, anxious to get out of there. I stopped when my hand touch the doorknob. Investigation report? What if the nigga was investigating me? Dirt’s a slick ass nigga. He might have been checking my ass out.

I quickly turned back and went to the desk. I picked up the report only intending to glance at first page. I flipped to the first page. What the fuck? I read a lil more then flipped to the second page. I couldn’t stop myself so I read a lil more and flipped to the third page.

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