The Real Hood Wives of St. Pete. by Teresa D. Patterson

Author:Teresa D. Patterson [Patterson, Teresa D.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9781495258657
Amazon: 1495258653
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2014-01-18T05:00:00+00:00

Sharniece was so glad she wouldn’t have to ride in the piece of junk car. As she sashayed down the sidewalk to get in the Hummer, she saw two teenagers come out of the apartment next door and walk toward the hoopty. They both stared at her with lust-filled eyes.

“Damn,” a tall, light-skinned one with dreads exclaimed. “That’s your next door neighbor, Walt? She’s fine as hell.” She heard them talking about how good she looked as she climbed into the passenger’s seat of the Hummer.

“Good morning,” Bruce greeted. The perfect gentleman, he’d gotten out to open the passenger door for her. Sharniece had never met anyone who actually opened doors for her. He might just be a keeper. “So, do you know those two dudes who were staring at your ass?” he asked after he’d gotten back in the driver’s seat.

“Nah. Some new people jus’ moved next door. I guess dat’s them.” She shrugged.

“Maybe you’ll dress a bit more conservative the next time I take you out,” he said.

Sharniece almost got whiplash when she turned to gape at him. “Are you serious?”

“Yes,” he said, eyeing her pants with a look of displeasure. “A young woman should conduct herself as such. You shouldn’t dress like you’re advertising ass,” he pointed out. “Unless that’s what you’re advertising.”

“And what if I was?” she snapped.

This square ass nigga here. Man, I swear to God he ‘bout to get cussed out.

“If so, you’ve got the wrong man. I don’t pay for sex. Firstly, because I don’t have to, and secondly, because it’s wrong. Do you attend church, Sharniece?”

“No. Why?”

“I’m a born-again Christian, and I want my woman to have the same morals and values as I have.”

“Pump ya damn breaks. We just goin’ to IHOP to eat breakfast. Ain’t nobody said nothin’ ‘bout bein’ yo’ woman. What makes you think I’d wanna commit myself to yo’ stuffed shirt ass, anyway? Yo’ proper talkin’ ass mus’ think you da shit. Who da fuck done swoll yo’ head up? You ain’t no better than anybody else.” She sucked air through her teeth, did a neck roll then stared out the window.

Bruce drove the rest of the way to the restaurant in silence. Sharniece could tell what she’d said bothered him. He seemed to be fuming, but kept it inside. She didn’t care. His pretty ass had no right to judge her when he hadn’t even been in her company for fifteen minutes.

She didn’t wait for Bruce to come around and open her door when they arrived at IHOP. She knew that would infuriate him more and it did. She decided to let him be a man and open the door to the restaurant for her so his feelings wouldn’t be hurt again.

After they’d sat down at a booth a waitress came and took their orders. Sharniece could see the Puerto Rican chick checking Bruce out. She even went so far as to speak in Spanish to him, and he replied in Spanish. Sharniece rolled her eyes at both of them and glanced around.

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