Homeland

Brotherly Love

      Amiré walked into the shop without saying a word, the news he got about his employees and even friends being snakes had him wondering who in this shop he could trust. "Amiré I need to rap with you about somethin'." Ronnie eagerly said washing her favorite clients hair.

"Ight' meet me in there in ten, I gotta chop it up with AJ first." The shop was quiet; tension was thick, nobody has really seen Amiré in the shop in a couple days and for him to come through demanding to see people was something they didn't expect.

His narrow eyes landed on AJ with a cold stare, the look he gave her was nothing but serious; no lust was involved. AJ escorted herself from her desk with a worried look plastered on her face ; she pulled up her cotton grey tights a little then slowly followed him to his office.

The thoughts in AJ head went straight to the gutter, she assumed he wanted a little session at work and she was all for it. Ronnie turned her head to look at AJ with the 'what is going on' face but AJ just mouthed back I don't know.

    Amiré locked the door to his office once both of them got inside, he wanted no interruptions at this point. He stuffed the keys back into his Bape shorts and walked over to the front of his desk.

    "So-" AJ cut Amiré off by dropping down to her knees in front of him, it was almost as if it was on cue. He ran his hands down his face in frustration knowing that he should've never had sex with AJ again, when she got a little some of him she got crazy. "I know what you called me in here for..." Her fingers outlined the print on Amiré's pants that wasn't growing one bit; he shook his head at how she was embarrassing herself.

    "Clearly you don't, so get the fuck off the floor." He barked rubbing throw his beard and taking a mental note to line himself up later; he been looking quiet rough. "Huh?" AJ pouted her pretty little lips at Amiré hoping he'd change his mind; but these hoes getting outta' control b he thought stuffing his hands in his pockets.

    "I ain' come to have sex wicha' you know some information about my girl that you been keepin' from me knowin' we suppose to be tight g. The fuck is up with that?" Amiré kept it clean and cut; no need for small talk when he only had one thing to address.

"I-I ain' know how to tell ya' it wasn't my business" AJ raised up from off of the floor, pulling up her tights once again making her thighs jiggle. Amiré swallowed hard trying to keep his focus on the situation and not between her legs.

    "We suppose to be tight g' you was holding information that could've probably saved me a lot of heartache. That's fucked up on ya' end"

"So you mad at me and not at that bitch fa' doin' allat fucked up shit to you ! I don't understand you Amiré, you know I'd never do shit like that to you but you outchea chasing two bitches that don't even want you! You know that bitch Azélia marrying that nigga bet she ain' tell you that"

   Amiré shook his head slowly,  listening to AJ be very shiesty , if he didn't know any better he wouldn't think that her and Zel were even friends in the first place. He know everything that she was rapping about but it was just her diggin' herself inna' bigger hole.

"What's good with Kijah? That's all I wanna' hear about because I'll never be with you again and that's it so stop bringing it up." Amiré asked really disregarding everything else she said, he yawned showing he was getting bored with this conversation.

   "You ion' wanna be with me but you just fucked me! I bet it's cause you fuckin' on that bitch Courtney." AJ spat in anger, Amiré laughed at her childish comment. "Ion' want none of y'all mane' so skip all this small talk and tell me what I need to know." It was ashame that Amiré couldn't have sex with females without it getting around; this shit getting played out Amiré thought.