Desmond let Jaden down out of his arms and picked up his gun off the carpet. He put it back in his waistband and stood silently.
Jaden snatched her t-shirt off the couch and put it on while she hurried into her bedroom.
She went inside of her bathroom and cleaned herself up then washed her hands. As she stepped out of the bathroom, she saw Desmond was already seated in the chair next to the window.
She sat down on her bed before speaking, "Why you got that in here?"
"Because Jae," Desmond huffed "I gotta protect myself."
"You think you need a gun, to protect yourself," She whispered, "From who, me?"
"Nah, but your nigga." He announced, boldly.
Jaden scrunched her face and cocked her head to the side, "Desmond, I don't have no nigga!"
"So, Bishop—"
"Don't you dare say his bitch ass name, or else you will need that gun!" She shouted.
The room went silent after that.
Jaden couldn't believe they were having this conversation, especially after what they'd just done. "You should go,"
"Jaden, I'm sorry. Can we just talk?" Desmond stood from the chair.
"I have class in an hour."
"Fuck it. Don't go, it's just one day,"
"Well, I got other shit to do today." she shrugged. "So...."
He stayed quiet for a second, "Aight, let's do it together."
"Why? Why you doin' all this?" She stood from her bed placing her hand on her hip.
Fuck, she looks so good wit' all that attitude, he thought.
Desmond felt his dick jump in his pants but he ignored it, "I'm just doin' what I said I was gon do. I'm tryna get to know you." He admitted.
"Don't you got a job or somethin' to do?"
"Nope," he shook his head sitting back down.
"So what do you do, Desmond" She followed up folding her arms across her chest.
"Imma drug dealer," Desmond shrugged his shoulders.
Jaden's eyes widened, "You tipped me dirty money?" She whisper yelled.
"All money is dirty, boo." He told her sarcastically.
"You know what I mean!"
"Nah, the money was clean." He reassured, "I don't even touch dirty money."
She looked at him with squinted eyes before speaking again, "Okay," she said plainly.
"Okay?" Desmond parroted. He scratched his goatee gazing at her. "Whatchu mean okay?"
"I mean, you a drug dealer. I knew it was either that or you were a scammer." She laughed, sitting back down on her bed.
"Whatchu tryna say?"
"Nigga, don't nobody blow cash like that in the strip club except fast money niggas. Not no nine to five dude, and Desmond don't sound like no rapper I ever heard of." She laughed.
"And you good fuckin' wit a nigga like me?" Desmond stood up and walked around her bed, moving closer to her.
"Is sellin' drugs all you wanna do with your life?"
"Nah... not at all," he immediately responded, truthfully.
"Then I don't know what you mean by a nigga like you. You sound like you doin' what you gotta do. It's a means to an end right?" She shrugged, "I'm a stripper, so who am I to judge?"
"Why you work in a strip club, anyway?" Desmond finally asked the question he had since he'd seen her.
"It's a flexible job that pays enough to support me 'til I finish school."
"I could support you." He blurted out without thinking.
"You don't even know me, Desmond." Jaden sighed, shaking her head.
"I thought that's what we were doin' now."
They sat in silence again.
"Let me put somethin' on," Jaden broke the silence getting off her bed and going into her closet. She returned a few minutes later wearing a black tank top and some black lounge shorts holding her duffel bag from work.
She tossed her dirty work clothes in the hamper next to the bathroom door before she poured all the money out of the duffel bag and then did the same with the garbage bag she had stuffed inside.
Desmond watched in surprise as stacks and individual bills poured all over the bed.
She pulled a money counter from under her bed and sat it on the sight stand then plugged it in.
"Oh you really make bank in there," Desmond said watching her sort through the money. "You just gon pour it out like that, right now?"
"Whatchu gon do, take back the money you gave me?" She rolled her eyes.
"You never know," He grinned.
She pulled a small Ruger 57 from behind the mattress, "If you wanna test me, Desmond, just say that." She set the gun on the nightstand.
Oh, she crazy crazy.
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All the King's Men ( An Urban Love Story )
General Fiction*COMPLETED* CURRENTLY EDITING "I'll go to war with God behind you." Desmond King grew up a product of his environment. With street smarts and a little book smarts on his side, he found a way to survive and feed everyone around him. He's been able t...
