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𓍯 𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙰𝙳𝙳𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙱𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷 .
NOVEMBER TWENTY FOURTH 11:30 A.M. ೄྀ࿐ˊˎ-
📍 DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES
"Damn, pretty lady" A voice called from behind as Iris strolled down the streets of downtown LA. She had just wrapped up a successful conference with one of the highest-paying dealers, a meeting that promised to open doors to even greater opportunities from here on out. "You got a man or sum'?"
She wore a beautiful red dress that stopped just above her knees, hugging every curve and emphasizing on her hourglass figure. Her heels and the purse on her arm perfectly complemented each other, while her long jet black hair cascaded down her back, brushing against her ass as she walked on the concrete sidewalks.
The familiar term "pretty lady" and the voice left no doubt about who it was behind her. Turning around, she saw Jasiah's Lamborghini truck gliding slowly beside her. Once seeing him, a smile spread across her face. "Yea, I have a man boo. I'm on him real bad" She played along, turning her head back to face forward as she kept walking.
Jasiah's gaze lingered on her, his tongue briefly running along his lips as he looked her body up and down. "He a lucky motherfucka'." He said, bringing the truck to a stop so Iris could cross the street and get in. "Come on mama. I'll drive you to yo' car. You parked close?"
"Yea, just a little ways down the road, at the parking deck" She answered, quickly making her way around to the passenger's side of his truck before traffic held up behind them.
But Jasiah insisted on parking the truck, getting out, and walking around to the passenger side to open the door for her anyway. He helped her into the truck, mindful of her heels and the truck's height as cars lined up behind him, but he didn't care. "Go 'round man!" He said.
Holding Iris's hand as she stepped into the truck, Jasiah shot a middle finger at those who honked at him. Once he closed her door, he balled his fists and bucked at them, causing the car right behind him to lay their hand on the horn for a few seconds before letting go.
"Bet you won't get yo' ass out the car, punk ass nigga" Jasiah taunted as he walked back around to his side of the truck. "I'll give yo' ass a reason to blow yo' horn. Toe' up ass car! That's why that shit busted na'!"
Iris slid down in her seat, slightly embarrassed by his antics before he got back into the truck. "Jasiah, you can't threaten people at every inconvenience. You're so quick to crash out" She admonished, shaking her head.
"I woun' doing nun' but making sure you got in the car. I ain't to blame for them bitches being in a hurry" He muttered, glaring through the rearview mirror at the car behind him as he drove off. "If you wasn't with me it would've been worse, hell"
