Me And My Girlfriend.

4.

Excuse mistakes.

Aaliyah

Unlocking the door, I stepped into the house and sighed of relief. Today was a unusually interesting day and after the encounter I had, I think I would need a drink or two, maybe three for the late hours I had for the last few months and these last years of staying with my Aunt.

My stomach growled of my hungriness I had all day.

"Why couldn't I have eaten at work," I murmered to myself.

As I made my way towards the back of the house to where the kitchen was, I couldn't help but hear loud voices that turned to loud whispers as if they didnt want anyone to hear the argument.

Once I fully made it towards the kitchen, I made out the voices and realized that the voices belong to my Aunt and her husband as they argued for the hundrenth time since I stepped into this house as I was a little young girl.

I rolled my eyes as I realized once more that I was the topic of the argument as always.

I peeped my head into the doorway and watched as she angerly cut up something that looked somewhat like fruit and Uncle John, as always stayed behind her as she yelled at him furiously.

"She keeps working late shifts and when she comes home from work she just goes to that damn room of hers," She yelled as she cut up anything she got her hands on. "Its like we dont exist to her anymore."

I shook my head at her foolishness. The only reason that I worked late shifts was because I wasn't going to deal with her shenanigans anymore.

I didn't see what her problem was, she was the one that told me to gt a job because she was tired of me being cooped up in my room all the time, but not she has a problem. She doesn't have a problem when I'm bringing in money into the house and paying the bills she couldn't even pay her damn self.

Uncle John started mumbling stuff to himself as he shook his head, probably thinking the same stuff I was thinking.

"What you mumbling for," She asked. "Speak the fuck up,"

He shook his head once more and chuckled. "It's just funny to me Diane how you sit up here and complain about the things she's been doing when you haven't even thought back about all the things you did to her."

She stopped citing the fruit she was cutting slowly as she turned to face him. "Your saying that it is my fault," She asked, pointing to herself.

He shook his head. "Nah. Not even close to that. I'm just saying, when her father died, you didnt even give her a shoulder to cry on you just basically blamed everything on her,"

After he said that, the whole house went into quiet mode as I was surprised myself that he just said that but he was telling the truth.

They both looked at eachother for a long time, and I took that as my cue to step into the kitchen.

I cleared my throat and just awkwardly stood by the door.

Both of their heads snapped into my direction clearly stunned that I was home a little too early.

Aunt cleared her throat and shook her head. "Uhm" She managed to get out. "I think its time for my bedtime." She walked out of the kitchen, but stopped and turned looking at me.

"Aaliyah, would you be kind and put up the fruit in a bowl for me and there's some leftovers in the fridge if your hungry." She wiped her eyes and walked on her way.

I looked at Uncle John, with a look on my face and crossed my arms.

"Why'd you do that," I whispered yelled.

H

e shrugged. "She deserved to be put in her place,"

I shook my head and got some of the leftover food out of the refrigerator.

"Ima pray for you and yalls relationship" I joked.

"Yeah. Me too, me too"

Tupac

I took a long drag from the blunt as I watched as she moved and grind on the pole, her ass jiggling with every movement she made. I licked my lips clearly enjoying her choreograph and the tricks she was doing on the pole.

Her eyes traveled to mines with lust, and she licked her lips in a seductive way and winked with a cheery smile on her face.

I smirked at her and once she she was done, she made her way towards me but took her time.

"Hey Daddy," She seductively bit her lip. "I seen you checking me out, you like what you see,"

"You aight," I chuckled. "I've seen better,"

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Nah boo, I'm the best in the bitch."

"Mhm" I inhaled some more of my blunt. What's ya' name," I asked.

"Diamond." She stated taking a seat by me. "How about you."

"Ghost,"

"Nickname or," She trailed.

I shook my head. "Nah. I just go by that,"

She nodded her head, understanding what I meant by that.

"Wanna have some fun baby boy," She smirked at me.

I raised an eyebrow with a grin on my face. "What kind of fun," I asked dumbly.

She stood up and grabbed my hand. "I can show you better than I can tell you."

"Hold on," I took a long sip from my drink and put back down.

She shook her head with a smile on her face and lead me towards the back.

This was gonna be a long night...

♣

Sorry for the wait. I've been getting ready for school and such. But I'm going to be updating real soon after this, hopefully.

Yes. Its true, strippers sleep with costumers and celebs too, who didnt know that though.

But yeah. Hoped you liked. Will get good and interesting after chapter 8 or so.

-ParisBabyGurl ♠♣♥