Toxic

Ch 2

15 years later

Alaina

The drive down Rosewood seemed so long as I weaved in and out of the heavy traffic. I had a meeting with a potential client, and I knew that if I missed that appointment that my sister Ameka would be shitting bricks. "Go!" I yelled pressing the horn as if the traffic would magically move out of my damn way. My cell phone buzzed, and I hurriedly picked it up.

"I'm on my way Ameka." I rolled my eyes to myself.

"This is the appointment that will set us for life, please do not miss this Alaina."

I sighed, I really didn't want to be there. My sister was all about making money, and it seemed as though she was afraid to meet with the buyers. Yes,  they were big time drug dealers, but we were just the middle man. "I'll be there in ten minutes." I lied. I was thirty minutes out, but I wasn't about to tell her ass that. Ameka worked her nerves up to much.

"Ok, good. Hit me back once the meeting is over. I love you Alaina."

I sighed. "I love you to Ameka. Stop worrying. Go get you some dick." I hung up the phone before she could respond. I had never even seen my sister with a man.

I pulled up to the restaurant, and handed the keys to my Benz to the Valet. I placed my sunglasses over my eyes, and headed into the building. My caramel skin glowed in the evening sun, as my wavy hair bounced as I strutted inside.

"Hello, do you have reservations?" The waitress asked grabbing some menus. She looked about sixteen years old.

I politely smiled. "I do, Lauren Sanders."

The young girl read down her list, and smiled up at me. "Right this way Ms. Sanders, your party has been here for a few minutes."

I followed behind her, and set across from the most sexiest man I have ever seen on this planet. His eyes were grey with smooth brown skin. He smiled at me, showing off those white teeth and thick lips. As soon as I seen him my panties instantly got wet.

"Hello." He spoke.

I bit my bottom lips imagining all the nasty positions I wanted him to have me in. "Hello."

"Lauren am I correct?"

I nodded at him.  I crossed my legs, and leaned on the table. "And you are?"

"King."

"King? Wow, I like that." I was openly flirting, and in front of the waitress no less.

She cleared her throat, and smiled at me. "I'll give you two a few minutes to look over your menu." When she walked away, I couldn't help but notice his beard was trim to the T. He was something I needed to have in my life.

"I thought I was meeting up with Milan."

I shook my head no. "Just me, Lauren, is that a problem?"

He rubbed his beard, and smiled at me. "Na, so what's up with the package. It was coming from Jamaica, but it was due like yesterday. I know you're the middle man, but damn a brother wants to eat."

"I folded my hands together getting right to the point. "The price has increased. It's either pay that price or get left the fuck behind."

King raised an eye brow at me, I doubted that anyone has ever spoken to him the way that I had.  "Increased to what?"

"twenty percent."

"Hell no!"

I began to rise from my seat. "Your lost"

"Wait!" King said motioning for me to sit back down. "Alright, tell the nigga I 'll pay that price. But next time I want to meet up with the real OG badass. Milan. I heard some good things about her." He laughed. "Now sit so we can order."

I sighed. Everyone wanted to meet Ameka, but Ameka hardly showed her face. She made her money without even getting her hands dirty. I didn't mind going out doing the work, I owed her that much.

After the lunch with King, I headed home, forgetting to call Ameka.
We lived in the suburbs, a fairly nice neighborhood, and although I spent most of my time in the hood it was a breath of fresh air. No drive-by shootings, no prostitutes, no drug deals. I parked my car in the two car garage and headed inside. I placed my keys on the counter and noticed that Ameka was in the kitchen cooking. I slipped off my heels placing them by the door.

"What smells so good."

Ameka sighed, "why didn't you call?"

"Ameka I'm a big girl, why do you worry so much?"

Ameka was like my mother, but I really didn't need her babying me anymore. I was twenty four years old.

"Sis go out and have some fun. You act more like a old grandma than a twenty seven year old."

Ameka laughed showing her dimples. "I'm not acting like shit."

I waved her off. "How about this. You go out have a few drinks, then you can come home and act like Paula."

Bringing our mother up put a smile on her face. Ameka looked just like our mother did before she passed away. Her light brown complexion complimented her brown eyes and deep dimples. Ameka was beauty, but I doubted she knew just how much beautiful she really was.

Ameka slapped the table. "Alright I'll call my girl Toni and hit the club."

"See, there you go girl!"

I couldn't wait until she came home to tell me all about her night, but for now I was going to eat.