Beautiful, sweet, smart, and a wanted criminal. He's not sure who she really is, but he's curious to find out.
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"I know what she says she does, I just don't believe her"
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"Whose house is this?"
I asked my homeboy Jason. When I agreed to come out with him, I expected to pull up to a strip club. Instead, we were at Mansion 45 minutes outside of town.
I should have known Jason would be on some bullshit, but I needed to get out of the house. I knew if this wild motherfucker didn't know how to do anything else, he could show you a good time.
When we finally stopped, I assumed he had the wrong address. I started to nervously look around the area. I just knew there were some white people ready to jump out and tell us to get the fuck out of here. He pulled into the estate like he knew where he was going. This place was huge, like a city of its own.
"Tell me I'm the fucking GOAT first and I'll tell you who owns this house!" he grinned.
This Nigga.
I kissed my teeth, feeling annoyed and impatient. "Nigga, where the hell are we at? I'm not trying to get hash-tagged in this rich ass neighborhood."
"Please shut your scary ass up. There's not a neighbor for like a mile. Get out of the car." He laughed. Still hesitant, I folded my arms and got comfortable in my seat. Jason groaned, "This is the Shorty's house I met at Lennox. She's from Houston but is here on business with her friends. They won't look familiar at first but when you finally figure it out, you're gonna call me the GOAT."
I vaguely remembered him talking about a rich girl he bagged in the mall, but he lies so much I never pay him any mind. He had finally made me curious enough to get out of the car.
I was scoping out the neighborhood on our walk up the long driveway. The property was filled with massive trees. The yard was well manicured, and the air smelled like freshly cut grass. I was still on edge because of the obvious. I'm a black male in an unknown neighborhood, and my body is covered in tattoos. I held my breath with each breath that I took. Jason on the other hand, didn't seem to have a care in the world, texting away on his phone.
"She said to come around back. You got trunks on under those tight ass pants?" "Yea, bitch! This shit better be legit."
We approached a gate where we were greeted by a short curvy white girl.
"Hey guys I'm Eva, Mariah's assistant. The girls are expecting you. Come around back."
Jason and I nodded our heads in amusement and approval.
