Indulging love

Chapter 5 (EDITED)

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Gigi's POV-----------------
The next day I awoke in a pair of arms. I only had a tshirt on and I was beyond nervous. Questions started to swarm in my mind. "did we have sex?" "Why am I only in a tshirt?" "Who's arms are these?" I was confused. I turned over and seen his face. He was absolutely beautiful. I smiled at the sight of him, how his dreads were pulled back into a neat ponytail and how his arms were around me and secured me like he never wanted to let me go.
I began moving , then he scared me...
"And where do you think you're going ma?"
He spoke in a deep voice with his eyes still closed. I blushed, "I'm going to
make breakfast Wade." I said back.
He let me out of the bed. I then headed for the bathroom which was in his room.
"WADE, WHERE ARE THE TOWELS AND SOAP!" I yelled.

"ITS ALL IN THE PANTRY BY THE SINK!" he yelled back.
I got a clean towel, and began rubbing the soap on it, washing my face. I also grabbed a new toothbrush out of the medicine cabinet and brushed my teeth.

I ran my fingers through my messy hair and let it fall down my shoulders.
I made my way into the kitchen and began starting on breakfast. I felt something hard on my backside. I instantly turned around and was met with Wade's 'friend'.
"Um, why is your little 'friend' so happy?" I asked him.
"Maybe he likes what he sees."

He whispered in my ear causing me to quiver and shake. He was so sexy for no apparent reason. He then winked at me and went into his fridge to get us orange juice for breakfast. I cooked Waffles, patty melts, and hash browns with the small choices of groceries that Wade had in his fridge.
We set down with our plates, said grace, and started digging in.

"Damn ma, this good. I ain't know you could throw down like this." He said licking his fingers. I laughed, he is such a fat ass. This nigga literally eats anything with seasoning.
"If you can throw down in the kitchen, I wonder if you could throw down in the bedroom." He said winking. I damn near choked on my orange juice at his statement.

"Maybe If you be a good boy, you'll find out." I shot back with a smirk.
He laughed.
"So tell me more about yourself." I said. "Nigga what else you wanna know? I
already told you enough haven't I? What you wanna know my social security number so you can file my taxes or some shit?" He said.
He is so fucking stupid, I can't stand his black ass. "
"Nah smart ass, I just wanna know more about you, Wade." I stated seriously.

"Well, Ya boy is from Brooklyn, New York. Born and raised. After my parents died, I was sent here to Cali to live with my grand parents. After I reached 16, I starting making my own money and got my own shit by the age of 19 and here I am, shawty." He said.
"Well damn, I like a nigga with a hustle, but I ain't no gold digger. I just hate to see niggas throw their life away by depending on other people for shit Ya know." I said.
"I feel Ya Ma, I'll never be that nigga." He winked and said. I smiled. Lord, this is only the beginning.

After breakfast, and getting to know each other more.. I put on my sweat pants from last night and I said bye to wade and made my way home. I read the clock on the radio and it was 10:45AM. Today was Sunday, so maybe my parents were in church.
I pulled up in the drive way and made my way to the front door. I stuck my key in and went straight to my bathroom to get a hot and relaxing bath. I made sure the water was warm and started pouring bubble bath in and grabbed my soap and sponge. I got my iPod and placed it on the dock and Miguel "Adorn" was playing. I got in the tub and relaxed for what seemed like forever.

Wade's POV --------------------------
After shawty left, I washed the dishes and went to take a shower. I ain't have shit to do today. After I put on clothes, I text my homeboy Jroc, to see what was up.
Me: aye nigga, the party was blowed last night?

Jroc: hell yeah. Hoes everywhere bruh, ass shakin like salt n pepper

Me: 😂😂 you stupid af. What's the move for today?

Jroc: shidd, I might swing by the trap and make sure things str8.

Me: aight bet.

I put my iPhone 3 down on the table and looked at it. "Damn I gotta get another phone, this small ass box ain't gone get it." I said to myself. I shook my head. Gi had an iPhone 6 and here I am with an iPhone 3. I didn't even know if the shit even had facetime.
I looked in the mirror at my fit. I had on a polo tshirt, some skinny jeans, and some timberland boots on. I had my hair pulled back in a ponytail, with my JESUS earrings in, matching my JESUS chain. I may not be a saved nigga, but I damn sure praise God, and thank god I'm still alive. Niggas dying left and right in the streets, I gotta stay prayed up. Never know when you're next up.

I made my way to my 2015 Infiniti, I ride in it, whenever I don't wanna drive my baby Mercedes. Her tires hit the road only on special occasions like weddings and funerals. Shit, I gotta car for every event. But don't judge me.
I sped off and was headed towards the trap. I shook my head at the 13 year olds on the streets selling drugs. You gotta get it, how you live it. Ain't no 9-5 gone do Ya how drug money do Ya. That's just how I see it.
"Wassup boss!" Was all I heard from the female and male workers. See I'm not a dumb nigga. I play smart with my shit. I don't hire just anybody to work for me. I have applications, and you must have a resume with references to work in my warehouse dealing with illegal products. Call me what Ya want, but a nigga ain't tryna do life in prison. I been doing this drug shit since I was a jit, and I haven't got caught and don't plan on it either. Niggas try and set me up left and right, but I'm to smooth. I sit high, and look low and ALWAYS ON THE LOOK OUT.
Shit seemed to be running smooth and all my money was adding up right so I hit up this girl that I used to fuck with named Mae.
Me: wassup

LilThotMAE👅: None much, u?

Me: shit, aye Wyd?

LilThotMAE👅: laying down, wanna come over 😏?

Me: yeah, be there in 5

I pulled out the warehouse parking lot checking my surroundings making sure no one was following me. After seeing no one, I made my way to Mae's house.
She wasn't good for none but head, shit. Her cooch was garbage, it always had this peculiar smell. Like some boiled eggs or some. Her head game was AMAZING. Make a nigga toes curl. As soon as I walked in her house, she immediately got to work.

George's POV(Gigi's father) -------------
I regret it
I regret it
I fucked up.
How could I do my family like this? I'm about to lose everything.

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