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No. 6 ♡

H A M P T O N
"I'm going to need you and your crew to stop harassing me," I said to the mysterious man over the phone.

"Baby why?" He asked.

"I will have you killed. You messing with the wrong one," I said. "You're such a beautiful girl. I love the way your ass looks when you are sitting," he said. Such a fucking nobody.

I felt so disgusted. "Suck my dick," I said.

"Gladly," he responded. "Disgusting fuck," I said before hanging up the phone.

Charlie sat across from my desk staring at me. "What did they do to you Charlie?" I asked.

"They tortured me. I was going to get raped by three men! They put at towel over my face and poured water on it until I couldn't breathe. My ribs are bruised, Ms. Blues!" Charlie said.

I felt bad for Charlie. Charlie was a fair skinned tall man. His eyes were a hazel. He wasn't like every nigga. He wanted to do something with his life. Any female to turn him down must've been real stupid. He was really cute. Had the most beautiful smile. I still kind of dream about him. Even had a crush on him. He doesn't think of me in that way though.

I got up from my desk and walked over to a certain place in my floor. I lifted up the wood revealing the safe. I pulled at least ten stacks from the safe. Each stack had ten grand.

I put the stacks in front of him.

"All this, Charlie," I said. He looked up at me with wide eyes. "You know I can't take all this money from you, Ms. Blues," he said.

"Charlie, I don't care. Call me Hampton. We around the same age. You one fine ass nigga and if I had the chance you'll be my nigga. I know you got your eyes set on one female though. Take some time off. Be careful," I said extending my hand for him.

He stood up instead and embraced me in a hug. I wrapped my arms around his torso. He was so warm and his smell was just so amazing. He has a soft side though.

"Boy you better let me go before I end up laying you across this table," I joked. He laughed and let me go before kissing my cheek. "Thank you, baby," he whispered in my ear.

"Stop playing, Charlie!" I yelled. He chuckled and grabbed the money. He opened the door and Pierre was on the other side listening. He eyed Charlie and Charlie payed him no attention and kept moving. Pierre closed the door. I sat on my desk tired of this.

"So you not messing with me cause of that nigga?" He asked.

"Pierre, I will take him over you anyday. At least he wants to do something with his life instead of drug dealing," I said.

"Really? That nigga fruity as fuck. I'm not drug dealing. I'm controlling the motherfuckers who doing that shit. Got it?" He said. I scoffed. And I'm controlling you.

"Charlie, is not gay. He can treat a woman right better than you can. Calling females bitches all the time will not do it. You just a punk ass nigga, Pierre. Charlie is a good man. If I had the chance to I'll hop on his ride," I said.

"You don't know what you missing love. I could give you the experience of a life time," Pierre said sitting down.

"I don't want your money or nothing, Pierre. I could careless about your dick in your pants. I don't give a fuck about your looks. You can be the most ugliest and fattest person on the Earth and if you give me the love and attention I need. I will love you. Money ain't a thing. I don't need yours I got mine," I said.

"If I hit you with this dick one good time you ain't going to have no choice but to hop on this ride," he smirked.

"Do you think every fucking thing is about sex!? You got the mentality of any other nigga. You think you run everything and that you can have anyone you want. I'm not some stupid whore. I'm not like all them other girls you have been with. I've only been with one person out of my entire life and I regret that shit. What makes you think I'm going to give it to you so easily!?" I said.

"Maybe I want to treat you better than that other nigga. I want to explore you and you ain't letting me. I couldn't careless about the palace that lies in between your legs. But I can care about you and give you the love and attention you need,"

"I'm not with it Pierre, please get the fuck out." I said. He walked over behind my desk. I reached under the top of my desk and grabbed the .38 that rested beneath. I stood up and he tried to embrace me in a hug but I pushed the gun up to his dick.

He put his hands up in surrender and backed up. "Hampton, you ain't pulling no trigger," he said.

"Oh I won't, huh Pierre?"

"I don't think you got enough balls," He said. "But when I pull this trigger you ain't gon' have no balls," I said.

"Then pull the trigger, love," I aimed the gun at his head slightly to the right and pulled the trigger. He grabbed my hand with the gun and twist it which caused me to turn around. He bent me one the desk and aimed the gun at my head.

"You should've aimed the gun right, love," he whispered in my ear.

"Yeah, I should've," I said. He grabbed my hair and pulled me back so my backside was pressed against him. The gun was still aimed at my head.

"Why should I spare yours?" He asked. I really think he's going to kill me. He removed all the bullets from the gun leaving only one. He spun the barrel in the gun and closed it aiming it back at my head.

"Because I'm a good girl," I joked. "Wrong," he said and pulled the trigger all I heard was the click. Shit! Is he serious?

"Why should I spare your life?" He asked.

"Pierre are you fucking serious!? This is not Russian Roulette. Stop!" I yelled. "I'm not asking again," he said calmly.

"Cause I'm fucking Hampton Blues," I said. He pulled the trigger again another click. My heart was racing. This nigga can't kill me.

"Wrong answer, love. Again," he said. "Pierre stop! I need to live to find my fathers killer. I need to make sure they suffer the way I did. Pierre please, let me go!" I yelled.

He let go of the grip on my hair and removed the gun from my head. I turned around quickly and began hitting him.

"Stay the fuck away from me Pierre! You was going to kill me! I hate you so fucking much! Get the fuck out!" I yelled. He tried to strain me holding my arms.

"You shot the gun at me, love," he said. "I wasn't going to shoot you at least you knew if the bullet was coming or not. It was a huge chance of me dying than you! Leave me the fuck alone!" I said.

He wouldn't move out my way. I started swinging again telling for him to move. He gripped my arms tightly pulling me to his chest. "Pierre let me go!" I yelled. His hands came to my face. He gripped my face tightly.

He placed his lips on top of mine, kissing me. His lips felt good against mine. The connection that I felt, but I wasn't for this.

I pushed him off of me. "This isn't no fucking movie or book when you kiss the girl or fuck her brains out and she forgive you for everything," I said. He ignored my comment.

He swiftly placed me on the desk and lead a trail of kisses down my neck. "Stop!" I said. He didn't listen. He continued, but I didn't want this. I'm not bout to just say yeah let me pop this pussy for a real nigga. I tried to push him of but his grip got tighter.

SMACK! I slapped him and he stopped. "I'm not doing this Pierre. I'm not falling unless you are there to catch me and I feel that you are not strong enough,"