Because I Said So

Chapter Seventeen

To my surprise, Momma Iverson was in the building. What her old ass was doing out this damn late.

"Mom" Charles said nervously. "Um, what are you doing here".

She just looks him up and down in disappointment.

"Well I was just in the neighborhood and wanted to stop in and see if the seeds I sown was blossoming in your business. I didn't realize Victoria was watering your garden" she said with disrespect.

Ladies and gentlemen let me introduce you to the coldest old bitch in the whole entire world. Charlene Iverson. Mrs. Iverson is the most boujie bitch you can find. She acts like she never came from the hood, or that her husband isn't a heroin addict, wannabe drug dealer but is a retired governor. Back in the day, Mrs. Iverson and my oldest auntie, Sha'Mayah, were the legendary strippers in Cloverfield. That's 25 minutes away from Sonsville. Just as country but a little bit more popular. Everybody far and wide came to see those fat asses shaking. But you can't tell her that though because that's a memory "she wants to tarnish forever".

Anyways, when her husband, Gregory Iverson, came to the strip club one night he swept her off her feet and made her in to the classy boujie bitch she is today. He paid top dollar for that dried up pussy. He actually turn a hoe into a housewife. Their all about proper etiquette, elegant and class. But in reality, Mr. Iverson is the dumbest piece of shit you can find. Why in the hell did a governor try to be a drug dealer you may ask? Well here's a story that my aunt told me that I would never forget when I was little.

Mr. Iverson was the governor of South Carolina until he pulled a Bill Clinton. He was sleeping with his secretary, Mrs. Lexi Grayson, the women in the housekeeping staff, hell even the security guard women when he was in office. He couldn't keep his dick in his pants if you paid him.

There was this one woman that he was desperately in love with. Janice Monroe. She was his weakness. She was the complete opposite of Mrs. Iverson though. Attractive, funny, and loves to party like there's no tomorrow. She was the one that introduced him to heroin. They used to get high every damn day when they could.

Back then, Mr. Iverson didn't know that she was an informant working with the police. All of their shenanigans made every article headline and was on every tv station a few years ago when she busted his ass. When Mrs. Iverson found out about it, she was livid. The one thing you don't do to a boujie bitch is embarrass her. My auntie said she wanted to murder his ass.

He had to step down obviously and moved to North Carolina and was trying to make a living as a drug dealer. But no one would take him seriously. All the drug lords called his ass a fucking junkie and a fraud. Since then, he's been coming to Malcolm's restaurant getting his fix. Shit's crazy to me. During that time, Mrs. Iverson was doing her dirt until Mr. Iverson fucked up her plans.

She was sleeping with a white man that was running up against Mr. Iverson during the governor's election, Clarence Howard. She was supposed to divorce Mr. Iverson and move to Cabo with Mr. Howard, but the news broke out about Mr. Iverson's affair and had to help clean up his image. She doesn't love Mr. Iverson anymore because he blew her chance at having a happy "white life". Therefore, she settled with Mr. Iverson and birth him two kids.

Sierra, the oldest, who is a professor at Harvard University now and then my sweet lovely Charles. She vowed to never be associated with black people ever again. She didn't even want her kids to married black people. Her daughter was the only one that listen though.

She married a rich white man and Mrs. Iverson wanted Charles to settle down with a white woman himself. Apparently "black people are always crying about they can't make it, but if they actually apply themselves then they can be a fraction of white people success". Her words not mine.

The only problem she has with me and my sister Kandice is we are a fraction of her memory that her stripping days were real. She can't stand my aunt Sha'Mayah and me. She called us "ghetto bitches that would lay on our back just to get a penny". Like she didn't do that shit before. She just tolerates Kandice's ass because if anything were to happen to her, Malcolm would light their house up. I've seen the guns, and there's plenty of them.

"Oh, the business is doing great mom. Victoria even introduce me to some more investors" Charles said cheerfully.

I just cross my arms and gave her that yeah bitch, I did that pose.

"Really, aren't we just the little helper here" she hissed at me like a damn snake.

"Momma be nice" Charles said.

"Tell me, Victoria is it, what exactly is your angle here in all of this. Trying to get rich off my son?" she asked.

"No ma'am. I just want to see him become the best he can be" I said.

"And he needs you for that?" she asked with disgust.

"Apparently so Mrs. Iverson, just like your husband still needs help from Malcolm".

She gave me the death glare, but I am not scared of this bitch. I'll call my auntie and have her ass dragged all throughout Indigo Falls. The tension is so high that you cut it with a knife, or this old bitch instead.

There was a knock on the door and Jared, Charles employee peeked his head in the door.

"Mr. Charles, someone by the name of Tony Richards wants to see you downstairs. He wants to speak with you about another location in Miami" Jared said.

"Thank you. Tell him I'll be right down". "Momma I need to go handle some business. Victoria I'll see you later" he said.

He closes the door and Mrs. Iverson stares me down in the evilest of ways.

She steps closer to me and says "You better watch your filthy whore mouth little girl. I have people that can make you disappear".

I got even closer to her face.

"Yeah and I'll have your ass murdered. You don't want to mess with me you old bitch".

"I don't take too kindly to threats you little whore!" she said.

"Trust me, that's a guaranteed promise. Here".

I gave her a small piece of paper with my number on it.

"Give this to your husband. Have him call me when he needs another fix, so he doesn't have to come to the restaurant" I said while laughing.

I left from out his office and walked back downstairs to look for Cresha. I couldn't find her anywhere on the dance floor, so I assume she was in the bathroom fucking. 20 minutes later, she comes out the back holding hands with very a muscular Hispanic man. She sees me and walks over.

"Girl I think I'm good for the night". I did a slow clap and yelled in her ear over the music, "Its about time bitch! You finally caught a good looking one".

"Girl lets go. Its 2:30am" she said laughing.

The next morning, Kandice got up early and said her goodbyes to Charles. I overheard her in the bathroom asking Charles for sex, but he said he was too tired from last night. Its funny when shit like this happens. She told him that she would be home in a week and not to fall for any of my traps. It's a little to late for that sis. I walk back to my room and went back to sleep.

An hour later, Charles comes inside my room and wakes me up with sex. The best time to have sex is in the morning yall. That's when the dick is the strongest. Ha! After we were done, he tries to apologize for his mother's actions yesterday.

"Charles you should know by now that your momma doesn't scare me" I said laughing.

"I know but she was being a complete bitch yesterday" he said.

I just rolled my eyes.

I climbed on top of him and asked him what was we going to do since we have a full week to ourselves.

"Let's take a trip to Miami" he said.