All About the Benjamins

Its A Money Thang

I put my head in my hands and cried. It had been 5 years since my brother had been killed. It had been a while since Ive had a nightmare about that night. My brother was the closes thing to me, and he was tooken away. A cold hand touched my back, and I almost forgot I had company. I shrieked at the touch.
"You alright baby?" Jordan said worriedly .
"Yea I'm cool." I said wiping a few tears that had dropped on my chin. I almost forgot Jordan bitch ass was here. He had came over last night begging for another chance after I seen him in the club with that hoe Adrian. Of course I'm not stupid. She a cute little blasian girl but I slay on that hoe any day. And my sex is damn good. But she got a mean neck from what I hear from the niggas. She even laid it down on my brother. That bitch is beyond triflin. I knew he was with her for dummy top. I wasn't gone cry though. I been knew Jordan wasn't shit to begin with. I was just bored wanted something to do. He was my something to do. He almost shitted his pants when I came to speak to him with my bitches Dymond and Malaya. I smiled like it was no tomorrow. I wished them a good night like I didnt just ride his dick that morning. I knew he would be back knocking at my door. Sure enough, he had come knocking on my door saying sorry and pleading to come in my condo. I acted all hard to get like I always did, in which I didnt really give any fucks and eventually let him in. Now he was next to me laying in my bed acting like a concerned citizen and shit, little did he know, this would be the last time his little cute yellow ass would be up in this bitch. I laid back on my pillow and got back under my cover. Jordan snuggled up close to me and wrapped his arm around my waist.

"baby, I really am sorry about tonight. Hear me out. I really love you girl." Jordan whispered in my left ear.

"mmhmm." I said . I heard that shit alot of times. He wasn't foolin nobody. He better enjoy this little night morning while he could! Cause after this he was not gone be here anymore. I'm happy he finally gave me a reason to cut his ass loose cause he was getting real annoying and I noticed he was starting to be cheap. It was time for him to go. No money meant no Aubrei ! And no Aubrei meant no sex, no more calls no more outings, no nor nothin. Now I had to admit, his sex game was flawless. He tore this pussy up! But other than that his money was coming short and he was clingy as hell. He had to go!

" Foreal Bre. I really mean it. A nigga would ride for you, shit die for you! You bad, smart,fine. I don't want to see you crying cause of some stupid shit I did. I don't want to see you hurt babygirl."

This nigga was tripping ! Aint nobody sweating his little ass. I don't care who he fuck,duck,suck,lick,touch,cuff! Fuck him. Onna real. This fuck nigga was really laying in my bed at 3 something in the morning thinking I need him. That little fuck boy line was cool and all but I was sleepy and tryna get my rest and he up here talking my ear off with his bullshit. I ain't tryna hear this shit! He gone get his self put out early if he don't shut the fuck up.

" Boy, I told you its all good . I ain't trippin." I said with an attitude.

" Aubrei I know bu-"

"shhhh. I'm tryna sleep." I said closing my eyes.

Jordan kissed my neck and my cheek. "alright babygirl. Goodnight" he whispered in my ear.

Jordan finally shut the fuck up! I took my ass back to sleep.

-------------------6 hours later-----------------------

! BEEEP! BEEEP! BEEEP! BEEEP! BEEEP! BEEEP! BEE-

I slammed my hand on my clock so hard. It had been the third time this morning. I got up and unplugged the stupid bitch. My head ached. I turned to the other side of my bed. It was empty. I heard the shower going. I guess Jordan felt obligated to take a fucking shower at my house. He lucky that he got in there before I actually got up. Unless his ass would have gotten cursed out and put out naked. He was already on edge with me. He was really testing the waters now. I turned on my flat screen that hung from the wall. I scammed through the networks I normally watch. Wasn't shit on. I got up and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was in two French braids and I had on a long white T that had Bob Marley smoking a blunt on the front. I had on some green,red, and yellow stripe fuzzy socks on to match. I still looked good even when I woke up. I looked around for my phone which I couldn't find. I swear if Jordan opened nose ass touched my phone he was gone be in for it. But he knew better. I walked to my other bathroom and brushed my teeth and washed my face. As I stood on my tippy toes reaching in the cabinet for the aspirin, a hand smacked my ass.