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"Gezzy....! What're you doing here?"
Gezzy looked at me up and down and slit his eyes.
"So where are you going because if it was to our date you are so late".
"I uh have somewhere I have to go". I said
Gezzy backed me back into the house and closed the door
"Help me figure something out OK?"
He said as he was still backing me up. I stopped just short of the wall and stood my ground. I always hated hurting him.
"OK, what is it?" I said as I swallowed hard.
"Where are you going? Because if I'm mistaken WE have something going on and if your going out with someone else then-"
"I got a parking ticket gezzy".
He looked confused so I rushed to explain
"And the officer said if I go on a date with him I can be off the hook and he'll pay it but that's it".
Gezzy looked like he was relieved
"Oh. Why didn't you just tell me about the ticket? I would've paid it for you."
I rolled my eyes "uh because I can handle my own gezzy and you know that".
He bit his lower lip and smiled "I sure do know that and that's the sexiest thing about you".
I knew what biting his lip meant and I tried to avoid what was about to happened and slide past him but he locked me in his gaze.
"Gezzy I really have to go" my mouth said but not my body.
Gezzy slid his hand up my thigh slowly and finally backing me up all the way on the wall.
Remember I told you that there was something about him that made me weak? This was it. His ability to shut me up and not take shit from me was extremely sexy. He never cared if I was mean to him or cursed him out, he'd still love me the same. And all the other men would run away. Assuming...of course that he did love me..
Ignoring my body language I pushed gezzy's hand away and slid from in front of him and stood beside the couch.
"Gezzy I can't do that right now. I told you I have to go".
He sighed and came over to me with a pout on his face, "fine. But why does he get to take you out and I don't?"
I half smiled, "geezy your my weed man. You know I don't like to mix my business with pleasure.... its already enough that I'm having sex with you. I don't want people to start thinking I'm weak".
I guess I should mention that I'm well respected on the streets and not just there...I have people who look up to me, to be me one day...I can't put it I'm their minds that love doesn't make you weak because I'd be lying.
He frowned and stepped aside, "fine. If that's all you want me for then that's all I'll be. You don't have to worry anymore".
I wanted to go in his arms and tell him I was just being a jerk. Tell him we'd work on it.... but then I heard a horn sound and I knew I had to go.
"That's my ride...I gotta go". I hugged him and ran out the door to the car waiting.

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