"Jay...we good?" I asked, needing to know.
"Yeah, we good," she replied casually.
"What that mean though?" I pressed, wanting clarity.
She sighed, putting her spoon down. "We cool, we friends... no drama, no hard feelings. But since that's your girl...
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2:55PM
If we fuckin', that's my pussy, better not give it to nobody We started we was young, so it barely got some bodies I just lost my mind, she be with me like she family Fuckin' with no condom 'cause I'm tryna start a family Gotta take a breather
"IF WE FUCKIN DAS MY PUSSY, BET NOT GIVE IT TO NOBODY- I won't give it away bae!" Fatima sang as Kimbella and I laughed. She loved her some Lil Durk. I never understood why... he just wasn't cute to me. However, I fucked with his music. Now his friend Von? More my speed.
"Girl, you best not let Jameson hear that," Kim said. Jameson is Fatima's boyfriend. I ain't ever liked him; something about him rubs me the wrong way. I just haven't figured out what it is yet.
"Fuck Jameson right now," she said to Kim before turning to me. "But we here, Jas. We'll wait for you in the car," she said as she brought the car to a complete stop and unlocked the doors.
"Thanks babes" I opened the door and got out.
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"Welcome to Regional Bank. How may I assist you today?" the lady at the desk greeted me. This place was fancy. I had never seen a bank this big, let alone this upscale.
"Hi, umm, I'm here to meet Mr. Adkins. He's expecting me," I said, pulling my wallet from my bag just in case she needed ID.
"Name?" she asked.
"Jasmine Brown," I replied as I heard her typing on the keyboard.
"I don't see you in the system. Let me c—" She was interrupted by the same voice I heard on the phone.
"Ms. Brown, I'm glad you could make it. Paulette, let her in," he instructed, and a buzz sounded as the door opened. I walked inside... like I thought before, fancy as hell.
"How long has my mom been doing business with you?" I asked, uncertain if that was the right question to get the answer I was really seeking.
"About three years before her passing. You look so much like your late mother. Hold on to that, for she will always be with you," he said as we finally stopped at his office. He must watch Star Wars—'For she will always be with you,' head ass. I laughed a little.
"Yes, I do watch Star Wars," he stated matter-of-factly. My eyes widened... Did I say that out loud?
"My bad," I said, feeling my face get hot.
"It's perfectly okay. The fact that you caught it tells me you watched it too," he said, pushing the door open. "Ladies first." He made a gesture with his arm, indicating for me to go first.
I walked in and sat on the chair for clients as he sat on his side and began typing on the computer. As he typed, I took in his appearance. He looked like a combination of Professor Oglevee from The Parkers and El DeBarge.
