I'm a Nice Guy

Buying A Bitch

The last thing i member saying to my mom was "fuck you bitch, i hate you & that nigga choco!" Choco, real name Chris, was my ex of 5 years he was that high school fling that continued after we graduated. But that nigga is long gone, and i never wanna see him again and it havent even had been 2 years since we last spoke. I member like yesterday... Choco was a hood nigga dark skin, 6 foot tattoos everywhere, and had long dreds that he kept clean. He called and told me he was gonna meet me down the Harbor cause he wanted us to talk. At the time I didn't have a phone, so I used the house phone to call and tell him im on my way, before i could say anything else he said fast as shit "cool be there in a hour" click. I shook my head thinking damn that nigga always rushing! So I catch the bus down there, waiting for hours even had dinner at Phillips outside alone, it was like 70 degrees i had one a long peach maxi dress on that went perfect with my light skin tone, i was 5'2 with long pretty ass hair, & everywhere i went the mexicans would come to me speaking spanish, guess they thought i was one of them cause of my appearance lol. This guy walks up laughs then said , "Is he on his way yet or he bluffing? You almost finished dinner and since I walked in you been looking at that door, he aint coming ma" he chuckled. I put my head down thinking , damn is it that obivious? "Nah, all seriousness though, let me buy you a drink or a shot" He was fine as hell, looked like Lucci my dream husband, dark skin, 5'5 and fresh had one them new jordans that came out 2 days ago, 7 jeans, & a Gucci shirt & scarf with my favorite color, rose gold Rolex to match. "Ok you can, but even if he don't you still aint getting my number" I snapped & rolled my eyes. He glared, "that's fine too, im a Nice Guy" he told the bartender bring 2 shots of that 1800 he took his shot, "Whats your name?" I took my shot, uck i hated tequila, "My name is Bobbi, yours?" He smiled, "im Paris" i said, guess he could tell I wasnt that interested. It was silent, this nigga gave me a stare I actually could feel him fucking me with his eyes. "Heres what im gonna do, I noticed you don't have a phone, im gonna leave u this," Tossed his iphone "And my number to call me when you done waiting, i got business to handle" he pulled out a rubberband full of money, "Oh, and here goes 300 to cover your meal and our shots, talk to you soon if not it was nice meeting you" and just like that he was gone. Really? Was all I could think, this nigga actually left me a fresh iphone 7 with 300 bucks to pay for a 70 dollar meal and some shots off the strength of me calling him? I was impressed, but i still wasn't calling though. Choco was my world even though he had me waiting, it must have been a good reason.. i caught the bus to my moms house to vent cause she was always there for me, even though she fucked with that dope. she lived out the booneys in White Marsh when i walked into the apartment building the only thing i could hear was someone getting there fucking back broke. "unnnnnn baby we shouldnt be doing this" then a nigga saying " baby its wrong, but it feel so right, let me bless you with this creamy joy" " uhhhhhhh Chocolate drop, daddy give it to me!!" i laughed damn, I call my baby chocolate drop when we fucking too lol. whoever it was was getting fucked all kinds of right & i needed that right now, where the fuck is Choco? Soon as i opened the door to my moms apartment....