Mine For A Moment

Chapter 28

Malani

"Why did you choose to sell drugs?" I got right to questioning him.

"I didn't wanna be on them crackers time, I wanted to make money fast and be my own boss."

"Yeah but you can't do this long term, if you don't invest, it's almost as if you wasted your life."

"I have a couple lawn services and I own a car wash, I'm working on becoming a restaurant chain owner." He tapped on the car window, then rolled it down. Some guy stuck his hand through. He handed him a bag of pills and the guy gave him a wad of money.

"So why are you still selling drugs if you have so many ways of making legal income?"

"I need to hit a certain goal and I'm done...Ay ma, pass me that black backpack down by your feet."

I kicked around until I felt it, then I handed it to him. "I never dated a thug,"

He chuckled. "I can tell,"

"How?"

"I can tell you haven't did anything, if I even look like um reaching towards your body, you flinch."

"Okay, maybe you got me a little shook, I have heard that you have unalived some people."

"Ma, it ain't shit um tryna to unalive on you but them lips in between them thighs."

He tapped the window again to serve someone else, meanwhile I close my legs tightly, because what he said sent waves straight to my pussy.

"Muthafuckin Malani Simmons, sitting pretty in my shit..." he licked and ran his fingers across the blunt to secure it. "Shit I feel accomplished."

"Because me? Now I know that weed laced,"

"Not really, these niggas round here want you so bad, they damn near willing to put their cars up for collateral."

"So is this just something to do for you? Like something to earn you brownie points?"

"You asking me if I'm trying to beat, just to brag to the homies?"

I nodded folding my arms.

"Malani, have I ever did anything to you?" His question caught me off guard.

"No,"

"So why you got a nigga on trial like he did?" He dusted the weed off his pants.

"Most guys,"

"Stop right there, because I'm not addressing you as most girls. I'm giving you a chance to prove you different, just like I think I deserve one. You can't stick me in a category before knowing me." He lit his blunt.

"Guess you are right,"

"Look, I don't know what lil busted ass nigga broke your heart, and I apologize, even though it wasn't me. But unless I have personally did something to you, I ask that if you want this to go further than tonight, we start fresh." He extended his hand and I shook it.

"I'm sorry, that wasn't right of me."

"All good, but is it okay if I get the number?" He hands me his phone.

"You trust me with this?"

"We both single right now, if you see anything I'm not hiding it, and if this gets serious, it's nothing to cut every last one of these females off." He waited while I logged my phone number. "But, I should say...I ain't a easy nigga to catch feelings that deep." He reaches for my charm on my necklace. "She gotta be special,"

I gave him his phone back. He started texting.

5678884545: Your future...lock me in

My phone vibrated. I saved his number to my contacts.