Honey Vol 1

9

The Next Morning

The sun was up and at attention when I opened my eyes. My head was banging and I was wondering where the fuck I was at. I came to my senses when I heard the peaceful snores to my left. I moved the cover from his head. Damn. My hands instinctually moved toward my pussy. The sticky mess between my thighs confirmed last nights adventures. I gently shook him awake.
"Sino.......Sino........"
He shuffled a bit, then opened his eyes.
"Shhiittt.....what time is it?" He said, stretching.
"12:30......" I said, now standing up. I don't know what his plans were, but Im workin tonight and I needed to get to the crib and screw my fuckin head back on. I stepped towards the master bathroom and turned on the shower.
If I knew any better, he was checkin his shit, tryna see what kinda bitch I am. I ain't neva been shisty. I ain't neva stole a nigga jewels or his roll as he slept. Not my style I got too much to lose....
Sino walked through his apartment, checkin his various stashes and the locks on his door. He'd been down this road before. He got too comfortable with a bitch and woke up missing 70k worth of work and 100k worth of jewels. He said he'd never fuck another stripper, ever again. But Honey's reputation preceeded her. And it wasn't bad at all. She was a known hustler, having been in the richest beds in Detroit. Her & her crew worked the strip circuit, starting from the bottom, turning their clique into a empire. 

As I showered, I heard him rustling around outside the door.  He came in and started brushing his teeth and face.

"What you got up for today?" He asked me as he rubbed a wet rag over his face.

"Im bouta go home and get ready for tonight. I got a bomb ass outfit that I been just waiting to shake my ass in....I gotta go by the DayCare and make sure everything is running smooth there, then on top of that, one of my tenants got a leak in her roof, so I gotta find somebody to fix that shit." I sighed as I rised the last of the sopa off my body.

"Damn sound like you got alot on yo plate. Maybe Ill bring my niggas thru and throw some money on you" He said, watching me through the glass shower door. I smiled. I was convinced I put that honey on him. He's hooked. I finished up in the shower. I adorned one of his thick bath towels and stepped back into his bedroom. He was in the kitchen, so I grabbed my phone and called Milan.

"Whats up Tiff?"  She asked as she answered.

"Hey Mi, You dancing tonight?" I asked.

"Yeah but not at the Pantheon." She said, dry as hell.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I asked, becoming equally annoyed.

"Ain't shit wrong with me. Im just not working at the Pantheon tonight." She said.

"Honeeeyyyy!!!" Sino called from the kitchen.

"Who is that?" Milan asked, perking up immediately.

"Sino..." She cut me off.

"Oh so you spent a night huh?" I really aint have time for her questioning so I gave her exactly what she was looking for. She definitely wasn't about to keep throwing the fact that she fucked the nigga first in my face. Yeah you fucked him first but I met him first. I put my number in his phone first. I gave him the first dance. First impressions are always the longest lasting right?

"Yeah I spent a night and imma spend as many more nights as the nigga ask me to. I dont know what the fuck yo problem is bitch but you need to come the fuck up off it. We aint neva fell out over no nigga and Im not bouta start now...."I was hot, my voice was raised so much so, I didn't even notice Sino come back into the room.

"Who is that?!"He asked. His face said it all. He was tired of hearing about who had who first. "Gimmie the phone" He snatched it before I could protest.

"Yo who this?" He asked smooth as hell.

"This is Milan, who the fuck is this?" She said hysterically.

"Bitch this Sino. Like I told you, we did what the fuck we did, we'll never do it again. Don't call my bitch checkin her about shit cuz I'll move her in and make you real sick." He said, never loosing his cool.

"Nigga fuck you and that snake ass bitch!" Milan said as she ended the call. I dropped my head. I cant believe this shit. As much as we have at stake as a unit and she wanna trip out over a nigga.

--To Milan, Sino was not just any ordinary nigga. He wasn't your everyday corner boy, and he damn fasure wasn't no peon. The nigga had power, and pull on these streets. Any bitch would be proud and feel blessed as fuck to ride in his car, let alone  get the whole dick. She really couldn't understand what the problem was. She definitely felt as if she looked better than Honey. But the way Honey carried herself put her just a step above Milan overall.  Thats the part that pissed her off the most.--

MILAN

Im real life sick of this bitch. I've been trying to remain respectful, she is my landlord after all. But the shit this bitch be doing make me wanna slit her fuckin throat. Like for-real. Then this nigga gets his bitch ass on the phone to take up for her like I wont flat-line both them bitches. No Im not bitter. Not at all. If anything Im mad as fuck. I low key feel used. This nigga fucked the complete soul outta me then kicks me to the curb for the next bitch? MY bitch at that? Nah. No way can I let this shit slide. After the situation at the Sting, Tell contacted me about working a couple nights at Hardbody's. I really didn't even wanna do the shit, but how Im feeling about Honey right now, I really need my own space and my own identity. Kendra & Storm, them bitches is weak. They'll do whatever Honey says as long as she keeps the rent low. Fuck that. Im tired of always being on the back burner when the truth is I'M THE COLDEST IN THE CLIQUE. ME.  Sure enough, Honey is the one with all the connections and all the money due to the investments she has all over the city, shes still a fuckin bitch who will stab you in your back to come out on top. Imma give honey a taste of her own medicine. See if she likes the feeling of coming in second for someone she knows. I want her to feel the betrayal I felt when I saw her saditty ass walking into the restaurant with Sino. My plan is set. Now its time to put that bitch in motion.