Jhay'quan POV:
I watch Shanice walk away and couldn't help but wish that she was mine. I turn back to Keisha loud ass wish that I could leave with Shanice. I still can't believe Keisha had came to my house at nine o'clock this morning and demanded that I took her out to lunch. I tried to kick her out but she refused. So instead, we fucked and now here I am listening to her cuss out the waiter. I shoulda took her ass to McDonald. I looked down at my buzzing phone and see that its D calling me. I grabbed my phone and went outside.
"What's up D?" I said shielding my eyes from the sun.
"Jhay, bro. We short." D yelled through the phone.
"From who?" I said as I started pacing the front of the restaurant like a mad dog.
"From that nigga K-Money. That bitch Tania was counting the money and said that nigga never paid the money he owed us."
"How much money?"
"5G."
"Ight I'll come handle it. Which one?"
"The third one."
"Ight. One." I walked back inside the restaurant to find my food is already there and Keisha stuffing her face with pasta.
I grabbed my keys from the table and took out my wallet pulling out a hundred dollar bill.
"where are you going Jhay?"
"I got business to handle." I walked toward the door but stop when I didn't hear her loud ass behind me. I turned around to find her still seating at the table with her arms cross over her chest. "You coming or what?" I said getting frustrated.
"Nigga I came here to eat. And I ain't leaving until I do. Now come sit your ass down. I bet it's not even that important."
I looked at her for a second then turned around walking out of the building leaving her ass seating there.
"Jhay. Jhay are you fucking kidding me." I heard Keisha scream behind me while I got in my car. I brought the car to life and swerved outta the parking lot. I look in the review mirror and see Keisha standing in front of the restaurant flaming. I smirk. That should teach her ass next time.
I gased through red lights swerved around people but still trying to keep 5.O off my ass. I arrived to the house in less than five minutes and speed walked across the street but still looking over my shoulders. I gave my security guards a dap and walked in, looking out to the street before closing the door. I walked toward my office and notice that D and some of my other workers are standing ‘front of the door.
I nod my head toward them and walk inside with them following behind me.
“So explain to me what happened again.”
Shanice POV:
Yesterday after I got home, I went straight to bed to sleep away the tug at my heart. Now I’m seating on my couch watching Temptation while eating ice cream.
I’m half way through the movie when my phone rings.
“Hello.” I answered half-paying attention.
“Yes can I please talk to Shanice?”
“Speaking.” Still paying attention to the movie.
“This is Jhay’quan. How you doing, Ma?”
That automatically got my attention. I pause the movie and said, “I’m good. You?”
“Better.” There was a pause . “Anyways I’ve been thinking ‘bout calling you since the night you gave me your number. I’ve been thinking ‘bout asking you sumtang, beautiful.”
If I was a lighter skin tone I would have been as red as a tomato. “And what would that be?”
“If you would like to go to dinner with Me.” Dang there go that blush again. I feel like a teen again. Wait, doesn’t he have a girl?
“I’m sure you have something better to do.” I said feeling down again.
He chuckled lowly. “Nah, I’m pretty sure I don’t. So you good?”
I sigh. “ don’t you have a girl?”
He chuckled again. “Not that I can remember.”
“But I saw-“
“Why you making things so hard, Ma?”
I sigh again. “I don’t even know. I’m just…” I pause. “You know what? Yes I would love to go to dinner with you.”
“Ight. That’s what’s up.” I could just hear him smile. “how bout tomorrow night at seven?”
“Perfect.” I said smiling myself.
“Ight, Ma. Imma have to let you go.”
“Bye. See you tomorrow.”
“Ight. One.” Then we hung up and I sat on the damn couch smiling my cheeks off.
Okay. I don’t know bout heart but my mind is telling me this is a mistake. But its just a risk I’m willing to take. Maybe he can mend my trust issues.
Right like he’ll be any different from the rest, my heart seems to answer.
I pray that it's wrong.
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Trust Issues (URBAN)
General Fiction23 year old shanice Jackson had never trusted a man. From her father beating and cheating on her mother then leaving, to her grandpa and ex boyfriend raping her. As she started to give up on guys, Atl biggest thug, Jhay'quan Jordan, comes and sweep...
