Nimah is a gorgeous 20-year-old black girl in Dallas, Texas that fails to see her own beauty. Due to bullying in the past, she has a hard time accepting herself, and doesn't really know who she is, often trying to fit in and find her place, which in...
I pulled up on the curb of 716 West Palm Avenue, which was Nimah's house. This shit was fuckin' dope, you feel me? Manicured lawn, Two Benzes and Nimah's Challenger in the driveway, palm trees, big ass driveway. Shit was real nice. Maybe me and Nimah could have something like this one day, y'dig?
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(Nimah's parents' house in Houston, TX)
I got out my 2016 Mustang GT and and locked it. I walked up to the porch and rang the doorbell with the Gucci tie and cuff links along with roses for Nimah. I heard Nimah shriek in excitement and I became startled. That girl is so fuckin' quirky, but that's why I loved her. I'm down with her weird ass. Especially that body, yo. I didn't like small women. I love em thick, With stretch marks, cellulite and all. Nimah was all that, but she hated her body. I wish she saw what I saw. Don't get me started on that fat, juicy-
"Q!!!!!" Nimah snapped me back into reality and pulled me into her arms. Shit made me feel all warm inside. Her titties pushed all on me and I loved it. I kissed her sweetly on her lips.
"My Nimah. My baby girl." I was cheesing hard as hell; I haven't got to see her a lot because I was working... and I had to tend to my baby mama, Deja, and my son, Quentin Gianó Berrera, Jr. Nimah didn't know that, but what she don't know won't hurt her. I walked into Nimah's house and she grabbed the Gucci bag and set it on the dining room table. She then put the roses in a vase and put it on the coffee table in the study room where Nimah stayed at, always reading some shit.
"I missed you Nimah. I promise we gonna get more time in together, a'ight?" I pulled Nimah into my arms as she laid her head on my chest.
"I missed you too, Quentin. Just be careful out there on the streets, ok?" Nimah looked up at me with twinkling, begging eyes. " I get scared for you, babe. Juice has you out there working like a damn slave." She sighed, pulling away from me and looking down at the ground.
"It'll all be over soon baby. Ok? Then me and you, we're gonna move to Cali, have a few kids, maybe a lil girl that looks like her mommy," I chuckled, pulling Nimah close to me. She smiled at the thought of our future.
"Cali sounds good, a perfect place for a family." Nimah kissed me and smiled. Gahdamn this woman is beautiful; just wish she saw it like I did. Her face turned from peaceful to sinister. "Q... when will you be done, though?" She bit her lip. Shawty always did that when she was in her feelings and it was kinda cute. I rolled my eyes, though. Shit, I wasn't even in the street that much no more. I had a child to feed, a woman I gotta look after. But that's not for Nimah to know. She's not ready for all that yet.
"Don't worry about it baby." I tapped my index finger on her cute lil nose. Thankfully, Nimah's fine ass mama walked into the room. She was 48 lookin Nimah's age. "Hello, Mrs. Richardson. You look lovely." I reached behind me and grabbed a rose from the vase, handing it to her. She smiled, but coolly.
