Reese Money (A Lil Reese Story)

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Lelani's POV

This chapter is dedicated to Derrick Coleman AKA Fredo Santana.. May my sweet baby rest in peace. 

"Damn bitch you got a body up in here or what?!" Tadoe groaned while helping Tavares' with my luggage. I decided I would be staying over at his place just like he said, for the entire week. Was it risky? Hell yeah, but i wasn't dumb. I had to let his ass know that for one; we would be sleeping in separate rooms, and two- he betta not fuck wit me. literally.  I still felt dizzy and lightheaded as fuck since i still had them bandages over my head to prevent the swellings. I yawned, watching Tadoe and Tavares wobble and bring the bags through the front door of his house. I wasn't gon' lie, his crib was tight. He lived in a loft type apartment shit. 2 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms and a small little den which he made into a little music studio. Yana and Nancy were already headed for Louisiana and had left right after leaving the Hospital to tell us goodbye. After they left, Tavares' took me back to theirs, so that i could pack some of my things, making sure i carried some maxi pads cause bitch it was finna be that time of the month. 

"Ayo, where you want this shit?" Tadoe asked while holding my last PINK duffel bag. This nigga had sweat on his forehead and was huffing and puffing like my shit was heavy. I only brought 2 bags with me. Tavares looked over to Tadoe and then pointed into his bedroom. I raised my eyebrows. 

"Umm, no nigga put that shit in the spare bedroom!" I said loudly while walking up to Tadoe but Tavares beat me to it, snatching the bag from Tadoe to sling it over his broad ass shoulder. I sucked my teeth, jumping up on my tip toes tryna grab it away but he was literally walking on air or some shit like that 'cause this nigga was fast and tall asf. 

"Gimmie my shit!" I whined and he ignored me, walking into his BIG-ASS room, like this shit was really poppin'. He had a huge Californian king sized bed with plush black pillows to match, a mirrored headboard, 65 inched flat screen TV with some music records plastered on the wall. He had a black oak wood dresser underneath the TV with a whole lotta icy chains, rings, grills and belt buckles. I raised a brow seeing all the Ferraggamo, Hermes, LV, Gucci and Balenciagas. Damn, he was breaded up. That shit lowkey made my pussy jump. 

"Whose house did you hit a stain at my nigga?" I joked while turning around to face him just in time to see this bitch ass boy stash my duffle bag inside his closet. Yup, ian gettin' that shit back. He walked out, smirking at me but didn't say nun. Rolling my eyes i turned back to the dresser and glanced on the far end to see a framed picture of a little girl. She was lightskinned with curly black hair and pretty eyes. I blinked. Who was this little girl?

"Who's this?" I asked while holding up the photo album and he looked over to me and then at the framed photo. 

"That's my babygirl, why nigga? You trippin'?" He said while sitting on the edge of his bed and i frowned a little. He had a child? Damn, how many kids did he have? Was this nigga even single? I found myself gettin' a little salty and i shook my head, setting the photo down. 

"She's beautiful." I mumbled salty af just as Tadoe walked into the room eating a bowl of fruity pebbles in one hand and in the other he had a half eaten banana. I gave him a disgusted look and Tavares' just shook his head but i could feel his gaze still on the side of my head. I started to feel uncomfortable in the room with both of these niggas watching me so i just walked out and decided to go into the kitchen for sum' to eat. I could hear Tadoe and Tavares sayin' sum bout playing PS4 so i just shrugged and ignored it. I didn't know why i was so hurt by the fact that he had a child. It was like, a part of me felt like if we ever DID get together, i would always be in competition with who ever his baby mama was. I already heard all the stories from Yana about Durk and his babymama Nicki and all the shit she put him through when it came to their child, so i was not finna put myself in the middle of any nigga that already had a child. FUCK THAT. Walking into the kitchen i noticed this was the least furnished part of his entire loft. Nigga barely had any cutlery or plates so i was wondering where the fuck Tadoe found that bowl. Opening the fridge i snorted seeing some bottles of sprite and fanta, some milk and an unopened pack of bacon. I didn't even wanna touch the bacon cause i ain't kno how long this dork had it up in there. Slamming the fridge shut, i looked up into his pantrys to find some fruity pebbles, cinnamon toast crunch, twix, frosted flakes and almost every kind of sweet ass cereal you could think of.