Young Lady 2: Karma Is a Bitch by Kiki Shanique

Author:Kiki Shanique [Shanique, Kiki]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Urban, United States, Two Hours or More (65-100 Pages), African American, Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction, Women's Fiction
Amazon: B00LRP1BC8
Publisher: Sevyn McCray Presents
Published: 2014-07-12T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Marcel

I sat in my office at Diamond's sipping some Hennessy overlooking the packed crowd that partied below me. My girls walked the floor working hard for them niggas that threw the cash at them. Pandora was finally able to return back to the club and I was glad.

She was working the stage with my new girl Spinner. Spinner was bad as fuck; pretty brown skinned like a cappuccino and nice round ass. She had no tattoos and it was like her skin glistened instead of poured with sweat while she worked. Most girls couldn't look sexy with sweat pooling on them, but she made that shit work.

Yasmine told me she would be meeting me here at the club, but she was running late. I hope she wasn't still pissed off at me. I couldn't believe she had actually accused me of cheating on her. I love her too much to ever do that.

Not that I never thought about it, especially with Asiya's sexy ass. That damn fantasy I had about her fucked me up for a few days. I never acted upon my lust, though. She had become a good friend of mine. I could talk to her about almost anything and she confided in me about a lot of things regarding her childhood. I felt bad for her really, but it was good that she took control of her life.

“Mr. Goodwin, there's an emergency. You have to get to the hospital as soon as possible!” Clara burst into my office at the speed of light. Fear was plastered across her face. “It’s Yasmine. There's been an accident!”

“Oh, shit!” I rushed past her and out of the back door of the club. Fumbling with my keys, I pressed the power lock on my doors and before my ass touched the leather seats, I sped out of the parking lot. Going 60 in a 45 mile-per-hour zone, I whipped my ride in and out of traffic.

I didn't give a fuck if I got pulled over or not. It was more important that I get into the parking lot of the hospital. Finally making it to the hospital, I whipped into a parking space and ran into the emergency room, barely missing a car that sped in front of the doors almost hitting me.

“My name is Marcel Goodwin. My fiancé was in an accident. Her name is Yasmine Fields,” I said, rushing to the receptionist. She looked annoyed, but I didn't give a fuck about her damn attitude.

“Sir, they were just brought in. I'm going to need for you to calm down and take a seat.” She continued filing her nails and popping her gum.

“They? Who the hell is they?” I asked, puzzled.

“Your son was in the car with her. As far as I know he's doing fine and he wasn't injured. He was just a bit shaken up. He's being examined along with your fiancé. Now, please take a seat in the family waiting room.”

Oh shit! AJ was in the car with her? Damn this couldn't be happening.

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