DECEIT

S E V E N.

Jeremy

"Damn excuse me." I said after belching. That food was good as hell, and that cold glass of Moscato made it better.

"Was it good?" Faithe asked from across the table.

"Is it still on my plate?" I asked being a smartass.

"Alright smart ass, don't get slapped." I laughed at her sporty attitude, she always make threats to me but never do shit.

"Alright I'm sorry. It was delicious baby." I got up grabbing my plate, passing by her I placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Thank you." She said as I picked her empty plate up bringing it to the kitchen. I quickly washed the dishes she had used to cook, then headed upstairs to freshen up.

"Don't be up all night waiting on me to come back either." I told Faithe. She got a bad habit of staying up all night waiting on me, making bags appear under her eyes.

"I'll try." She mumbled, I watched her as she changed into her pajamas. Her body is beautiful. That caramel colored skin, Indian hair, pretty slanted eyes, those pretty feet and that ass.

"Jeremy why you staring at me."

"Huh? Oh my bad bae, I was just admiring my woman." I smiled winking at her. I put my phone in my pocket then fished it right back out, because of the vibrating. I looked at the phone and seen it was my nigga Taco calling.

"Wassam nigga?" I was holding the phone to my ear with my shoulder, trying to put my shoes on at the same time.

"Aye dawg, the party just got shut down."

"Damn, what happened? That hoe just started huh?" I asked, shaking my head as if he could see.

"Man some people in here had old beef and they started fighting and shit. Nigga pulled out a gun and started shooting, I'm so fuckin' pissed. My fuckin' house is a crime scene yo, they got the tape up and everything." He informed me. Well I be damned, it must've been meant for me not to go.

"That's fucked up. But ight nigga, I'll pass over there in the morning. If you need a bed to lay in tonight you know it's a room here." It's crazy how people still shooting at parties, in other peoples' house though.

"Good looking out Meeks." He said and then disconnected the call. I turned to look at Faithe who was buried under the covers like a bear.

"Bae." I said trying to get her attention. She didn't budge or make a sound, I'm guessing she's sleep. I finished getting dressed and headed out, with no destination. I drove down the busy streets, being that the city never sleeps. I passed by a couple of clubs, and was tempted to stop but I kept going.

"A drink won't hurt I guess." I mumbled to myself as I pulled into Foxhole's parking lot. Foxhole's was a Bar/Stripclub/Casino, everybody know everybody in here.

"What's up J." Mr. Ronnie said. Ronnie was a old cat, bout 50. He was around the hood when I was in middle and high school, so he well known.

"Nothing much Ron, just been living. You should stop by the club sometime." I informed him, my attention was on the stripper that was dancing.

"Aye you know what, I be meaning to stop by there. I'm proud of you boy, you came a long way." In actuality I did come a long way. I was slanging dope at the age of 14, my dad was away in the Military. My mom wasn't really shit, she was being loose while he was away. Nobody cared, or even knew.