Make It Nasty

Feeling Each Other

Aaron's Pov

Fantasy was a bad bitch, no lie. She was sexy, well she looked sexy. She had on a damn jogging suit and that ass was phat. A nigga couldnt wait to see her and her ass tomorrow.

I got up out of my king size bed. Im a drug lord, and I gets money. Its a lot of dough, and a nigga aint complaining. We all gotta have a grind some how. I slipped on my Nike slides and headed downstairs. I cooked me a little sum-sum and smashed that. I cleaned up my mess and headed for a shower. After showering I brushed my teeth. I didnt know what I was gonna wear. I texted Fantasy and she quickly texted back.

Me: Yhu woke?

Fantasyy: ~Nigga Of Course. What Time Are You Coming?

Me: Why yhu gotta type all fancy and shit? But when ever yhu ready ma.

Fantasyy: -Shutup! But I'll Be Ready In A Hour, Where You Want Me To Meet You At?

Me: Im Coming To Pick Yhu Up!

I threw my phone down and started on dressing. I wore a pair of red True Religion jeans, a white t-shirt and my Bred 11's. I brushed my waves and headed out. I got to my trap house, to see how things were going. Work was moving fast, so I started counting my money. I was short a few thousands so I ordered a meeting.

"Which one of you niggas got my money!?" I yelled and they looked scared as hell.

"I know y'all niggas hear me!" I yelled again.

"Boss, we dont know." The bravest one said.

"When I get back, somebody betta' have my thousands sitting on this damn desk!" I yelled pointing at my desk. I shook my head at these niggas and left. I called Fantasy for her address.

"Hey."

"Girl whats yo' address?"

"I live on Crenshaw street, you know them apartment buildings." She said.

"Alright, be outside." I said hanging up. It took me like 5 minutes to get to her crib. It was the ghetto, but aye. We all came from here. I spotted her and pulled up. She stood there, looking sexy. Her long straight hair was falling down her back, she had on a glittery female shirt, black highwaist pants, and a pair of Chanel heels. Her handbag in one hand and her phone in the other. Her skin complexion was like Nicki Minaj's, she had high cheek bones, a dimple in her left cheek, her teeth was straight, and she had plenty of tattoos.

"Get yo' ass in." I said smiling.

"Not until you open my door." She said leaning on one leg. I huffed and hopped out.

"You something else." I said as she got in the car.

"I know baby boy." She said as we pulled off.

"Dont touch that!" I yelled at her, she was trynna touch a nigga stereo.

"My bad, damn." She said giggling.

"Thats not funny, a nigga get sensitive ova' his shit." I said pulling up to this steakhouse.

"Whateverrrr, but we eating here?" She asked and I nodded.

"What? You dont eat food like this?" I asked and started laughing.

"Of course I do. I just thought we was going to somewhere big." She said and I started up my car.

"You so difficult." I mumbled and she playfully hit me.

"Damn!" I said grabbing my arm.

"You know I didnt hit you that hard." She said laughing, "Keep both hands on the wheel."