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21: The Truth

Qua POV

"It's at the corner of Abrums and Garrett." Nate informed me on where the drop would be.

"Okay."

"Be safe."

"Okay." I said dryly as I started to walk out the door. Its been about two weeks and all he gets out of me is a okay. I have nothing to say to him but he just doesn't understand that it's over.

I plugged in the auxiliary cord and Flex by Rich Homie Quan blasted. I rode down to Abrums until I saw the yellow Porsche that Nate had told me about.

"You got the flour?"

"Yeah, you got my money?" The lightskin dude said as he licked his lips over. Gosh he was fine, no doubt, but I don't have time for that shit right now.

"Here." I handed him the duffle bag as his boys moved the product to the truck.

"Excuse me, what's your name?"

"Qua. And yours?"

"Nehemiah."

"Awe, that's cute."

"Thank you." He blushed and I saw his red and black braces through his phone light.

"Till next time Nehemiah."

"Can I get your number?" Jesus. We swapped phones and I put my number in as did he.

"See you later."

"You too." I said as I hopped in the truck. I really had no intentions in seeing that boy ever again, but you never know.

Nate POV

"Nataly you are not pregnant so just go on with that bullshit. You just need some money."

"I am pregnant. Do you see this test?"

"How the fuck is it my baby when I got some head?" I swear if this dumb retarded ass bitch say because she swallowed imma knock the fake baby out of her.

"We fucked last month."

"And you say you're two weeks pregnant. Your lies ain't gone fly. Bitch get out of my house."

"Fuck you."

"Yeah, you too. Bye." I said before I closed the door in her face. I wouldn't have been so rude if she want in the place where I handle my damn business at. Bitch disgusting.

Seconds later the door was open and I came face to face with Qua.

"Ight. Im out." She said handing me the keys to the truck.

"Wait. Lemme talk to you."

"Nope." She popped the p.

"Marquasia. You walk out and you fired." I said knowing she wouldn't walk out.

"You're threatening my job because you fucked up? You're mad at me because you fucked up? Stop frontin'. You know you wouldn't fire me if I wanted you to. Stop being so stubborn. Life doesn't go your way. If you're going to fire me, go ahead, even though you won't. You won't because your tongue is so far up my vagina that you can taste what would have been our kids. Too bad you screwed yourself."

"Marquasia, you're right. I aint about to fire you. I'm not being stubborn. I want to talk to you because I love you. You gave me life for the 2 months where I was acting as soft as a teddy bear because you made me like that. You may hate me to the core because I broke your heart and I'm an asshole for that. But I know that deep down inside, you want to cry right now. You want to kiss me. You want to hug me. Matter fact, the fact that I am pouring my heart out to you, turns you on. You push me away and I'm going to try harder. Every damn time. Im trying so hard right now that I bought you this $30,000 ring for you." I said flipping the box. Tbh I was on the verge of tears. And so was she. Now I've got her wrapped around my finger.