Copulation | Keith Powers Imagines

57 | brown sugar/redbone

I was debating between two titles💆🏾‍♀️

Keith pulled up to his modern victorian home in his Mercedes convertible. He grabs his briefcase loosening his tie. Before he could make it to his mailbox, his neighbor, Mr.Curos, stopped.

" Good afternoon Kenneth."

" Good afternoon Mr.Curos."

" How was work?"

" Same ol same ol ", he fakes a smile.

He grabs his mail rushing inside of the house.

" These fucking white people always so damn nosey ", he mumbled.

Setting the mail down, he kicks off his shoes making his way to his recliner. He was praying for at least five minutes of silence until he heard his bitch of a wife, Hillary, a Caucasian woman. You probably wondering how this happened.

Keith was adopted by a white family when he was eleven after his parents died in a car crash. They moved him form South Sac to Beverly Hills. Keith did and still enjoys the luxury and lavish in his life, he was just uncomfortable with not seeing people of his color like he use to. He would say only ten percent of his childhood was good and that was because of basketball. At first the family tried to change his name to Kenneth Thomas Murkowski, but Keith instantly said hell no. He wasn't about to let them change and throw away the name his true parents gave him. They even tried to make him change his way of talking saying it was to ghetto. Keith still talks with his South Sac accent, but when he's at work or around neighbors he does what he likes to call, " talking Caucasian."

Even though they didn't change it legally, they still called him Kenneth, which made everyone else think that's his name. There have been many times where he wants to correct, but decides to not let his inner nigga come out.

His parents got him a lot of things that they he didn't imagine he would get like, trips to Dubai, living in a three story mansion, they even paid for him to attend Harvard. Keith was alright until now. He just wanted to be comfortable in his own skin and not act fake towards his own people.

Hillary straddled his lap rubbing her hands down his chest. Hillary was the typical white girl. Blonde hair, blue eyes, she had curves...but she didn't have enough to satisfy Keith. He only married her because their parents where good friends. The man did have a little love for her, but that disappeared a month after being married, they've been married for two years.

" Hillary what do you want?"

" Louis Vuitton is releasing new red bottoms and heels today, you buying me something?" 

" What happened to the red bottoms I bought you yesterday ", he pinched the bridge of his nose.

" Those are out of season."

" If they were out of season then why the fuck you let me spend five hundred dollars on them. See that's the problem with you, you always asking to spend my money when you don't even have a fucking job."

" Kenneth!"

" Kenneth is not my fucking name, it's Keith."

Keith undid the top buttons exposing his chest a little bit. He grabbed a bottle of kool aid stepping out of the house.

" Where are you going?"