Taming A Miami Boss by B. Melanie

Author:B., Melanie
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: K. Renee Publications
Published: 2023-09-02T00:00:00+00:00

Iwas sitting here having a drink with my boy Tyreek, and he was going on about Vanessa’s friend, Lissa. I was listening, but I had other shit on my mind, one of them being Vanessa. Since what happened between us that night in my kitchen, I have been avoiding her ass like a plague. I knew what I was getting myself into if I had put this dick in her life, but a nigga couldn’t help it. So, when we were out at the park and saw the way that small ass skirt was hugging her thick curves, I couldn’t hold that shit any longer. But a nigga froze up. There was no way I could fuck and duck Vanessa like I do these hoes out here. Nah, I couldn’t do her like that.

“Man, how she just gon’ put that good pussy on a nigga and dip after we done. That makes me feel some type a way. I should go up to her job and snatch her bald-headed ass up.” Tyreek vented, throwing back his shot. I was in my head so much; I wasn’t even paying attention to the shit he was saying. Lissa had this nigga stressed. She must got some powerful shit between her legs to be having this fool in his feelings.

“Man, since when did you trip off some bitch?”

He sucked his teeth and said. “Bruh, I fucks wit’ shorty because she’s a freak. Like bro, the other night this girl had me pull over to this house and we fucked in the people pool.” This crazy mu’fucka was cheesing like the shit was funny.

“Nigga, what if y’all nasty asses got arrested. Or worse. Them people could have shot you for trespassing?”

“It’s the thrill, homie.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“Yeah, aight.” This nigga was crazy.

“What the hell got you stressed? You only drink like this when you're stressed bro.”

Snatching the henny bottle off the table, I poured some into my cup and tossed back my shot. I really didn’t want to discuss what I was feeling to Tyreek because I didn’t understand what the hell I was feeling.

“I almost fucked Vee.” I racked my hand through my beard.

“Nigga, what you mean, almost? You either hit, or you didn’t.”

“Just what I said. I couldn’t do it. Could you believe dat’ shit? Nigga, I fuck pussy in my sleep.”

“Vanessa is different from the rest of the females you fuck with. She’s older, and she doesn’t take your shit. We always want what we can’t have. She’s a challenge, a forbidden fruit.”

“Nigga, when did you become a poet.” I chuckled.

“I do what I can. That’s why the bitches love me. I talk that talk, and it gets me the draws every time.” He spoke like what he said was law.

“Obviously the shit didn’t work on Lissa, Mr. poet.” I fucked wit’ him. I chuckled when he shot me the bird and poured himself another drink.

I stayed at the club until two in the morning before I left to go home, drunk out the ass.

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