I took my clothes off and hopped in my bubble bath. Pouring wine into a wine glass, dimming the light, and I laid back in my tub, relaxed.
Eyes closed and humming to my favorite song that suddenly stops. I opened my eyes, to see Tysheem sitting at the edge of the tub.
"Accommodations to your hostage, door wide open for me to escape and kidnapper taking a bubble bath. You guys are some rookie kidnapper." He exclaims.
"But guess what? You're still here right." I said.
"You got a point."
"Exactly, we're nice to our hostages. Make them want to stay more instead of being rude and make them try to escape. Like, in your situation." I said, smirking.
"Whatever, Why though?" He asked.
"What?"
"You and your sister, as beautiful as you guys are, you're drug dealers."
"You gotta understand, it's none of your business. Thanks for the compliment though." I said, taking few sips. "What are you doing here anyways?"
"I got bored and I heard the music, I followed it." He said.
"You got bored?" I asked.
"Yeah and?"
"It's me, you come to. To relieve you from boredom." I said.
"Is that a problem?" He asked.
"Well, whatever you're trying to do won't work. I'm ten steps ahead of you. Mr. Whatever-your-name-is?"
"Tysheem, that's my name. Why do females always assume that niggas are trying to do something?"
"We always have our guards up." I said.
"What is it you think I'm trying to do?" He asked leaning towards my face.
"I'm not gonna answer that." I said leaning towards his face. Feeling the air coming from his nostrils, staring him in his big blue eyes.
"Were you born with those eyes?" I asked.
"Yes." He whispered.
"Am I interrupting anything?" Shannade said, standing at the door, her arms folded. Tysheem got up and left.
"We have to go link up with Amandla." She said
"At this time." I said.
"It's never too late to make money. Get the fuck up." She turned and I hissed my teeth.
We're in the car, driving to Amandla.
"That's some hypocritical shit, you did there but it's all good though." Shannade said. I felt a cloud of guilt hovering over me.
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Strictly Business
RandomGreat things in business are never done by one person. Two sisters, one business.