𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 moving back to her home state, to a brand new city; 𝐙𝐘𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 comes across 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍, a popular drug-dealer in Louisiana. As time passes by, they get closer to one another, but things get worse befo...
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𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍'𝐒 (𝟏𝐒𝐓) 𝐏𝐎𝐕:
𐙚. ݁₊⋆❀˖°| 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓 over how pretty she was in real life. I would always catch myself eyeing her when she wasn't looking, or when I thought she wasn't looking. We're currently in the bedroom, and she's acting nervous. Cute...
"You can sit on the bed, Ma. Don't be shy." I spoke as I approached the bed, kicking my shoes off before laying on bed, placing down a ceramic ashtray on the bed before placing weed on it and some gars.
"I'm not shy." Zynecia denied as she took off her shoes, and her purse, placing her purse on a nearby table. She proceeded to move her hair over her shoulder before crawling on top of the bed, sitting crisscross applesauce.
"Crisscross applesauce?" I asked her with a soft chuckle. "Yes. What about it?" She asked me, rolling her eyes playfully.
"Nothin'. As long as you're comfortable." I proceeded to breakdown my gar.
She only hummed as she picked up a gar from off the ashtray, splitting it down the middle with her nail quickly, but carefully. I was breaking down my gar before her yet she finished before me... I don't know why I liked that.
"Want me to do yours? My nails are clean." She assured, dumping the excess waste in her gar in the gar package.
"Yeah..." I nodded my head, handing her my gar which she proceeded to take out my hand. While she finished breaking down my gar, I watched her.
She was so beautiful. I loved her full lips, and her big pretty eyes. Every facial feature she had suited her face perfectly. While eyeing her, she looked up at me and met my gaze.
"Here." She said softly, smiling at me. "Thank you, ma." I thanked her as I took the gar from out of her hand gently.
Did I ever mention how pretty her voice was? It was music to my ears truthfully.
"Where you learned that from?" I asked her curiously as I grabbed my bag of weed, placing hers in front of her.
"My homegirl taught me when I smoked with her for the first time. I use my nails when I don't have small scissors." She answered me.
"Keep talking..." I thought to myself.
"I feel like that makes me look like a pro at this weed stuff, but I'm not." She laughed a bit as she opened her bag of weed, starting to stuff her gar.
"Do you break your weed by hand when packaging them?" She asked me which made me laugh. She looked up at me confused.
"What's funny?" Zynecia questioned. "I use weed grinders for pre-prepared weed, which we currently have. Other packages, I leave them for the buyers to break down themselves." I answered her as I continued to stuff my blunt.
