𝑷𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝑪𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒄 (Completed)

1.

Solange's POV

"I had fun last night."

"What you do?"

"I was with this fat nigga, right? Now you know I don't do fat niggas but this one had a big ass dick."

"Ew, are you serious?"

"He was ugly but that dick wasn't tho. I rode that shit like a souljia."

I laughed & fixed my dress. We're sitting outside of my apartment. Its a beautiful day at the projects. The sun is shining. Birds flying around. Kids outside running around & playing. Families outside talking & drinking beer. Music playing. Its a good day at the projects.

"What if his girlfriend find out about y'all?"

"If she does, we still gon' fuck regardless. She ain't got shit on me. Period."

"You lucky to have a guy that somewhat cares about you."

"He does care about me. He bought me new clothes & shoes last week. He knows my taste in fashion."

"Erotic & Passionate?"

"I was going to say attractive but that works too."

"What's that Vibration?"

Loud vibration roams the street. I can hear the ironic lyrics of James Brown playing. Everyone was looking & pointing. Some was shaking their heads.

"Girl it's him."

"Who?"

"You don't know who he is?"

"No."

A pink 1970 convertible Cadillac comes peeking from around the corner. The rims was shiny & gold. You can see your reflection off of it. The color of the car is glossy. The initials M.J. spray painted black on top of the hood. The car drove into the parking lot. Once the car was parked, everyone got silent.

"Are you telling me that you don't know his name? Haven't even seen his face?"

"No."

The car door opened. A foot touched the ground. Another one. Up goes up a tall slim man. The shade was blocking his face. He closed his car door & walked out of the shade. He took off his sunglasses.

"That's Michael Jackson."

My goodness. I've never seen anyone so sexy like that. His shoulder length curly hair. Sharp jawline. Pumped lips. Chocolate brown eyes. Those eyes. Their like angels flying around. But also a dark cold place hidden in the background. Not to mention his dress attire. He looks like a soldier. A proud one. No regrets. Zero fucks given.

The kids shouted his name as he walks across the grass. He waved at them without looking towards their direction. The families gave him a nasty look. I guess they don't really like him.

"Why the cold shoulder?"

"Some people don't like him too much."

"Why?"

"Because he sells drugs."

I looked at her with a shocked look.

"He's a drug dealer?"

"Hell yeah & a good one. He makes his own drugs & sells them to the people at the South. I heard the shit is bananas. It makes you see all types of shit. It ain't nothing like cocaine."

"I didn't know we had a drug dealer living here."

"Well apparently, you've been too busy looking at them damn books all day long."

"You know I'm trying to get my own hair salon. I've been dreaming about it for years. I'm almost at $300,000."

"How much you got now?"

"$52,000."

"Bitch."

"Beverly."

"There's nothing wrong with making money but it takes too damn long. Especially that amount. You need to come work with me. You'll get $2 million every week."

"I am not working at that ratchet ass club. Too many fights happened down there."

"That's the best part about the club."

I can feel a pair of eyes staring at me. I looked over to the left. He was leaning on the wall. Looking at me from a distance. He licked his lips & winked at me. I waved at him & looked down. God, he's so handsome.

"I see you got his attention already."

"Huh?"

"Don't act like you didn't hear me. I see y'all making eye contact."

"Eye contact? Everyone makes eye contact."

"Not like that though. You stared into his chocolate eyes. So seductive."

She laughed.

"Your a mess."

"I have to go. I gotta meet big boi at Diamond club. We're handling some business."

"Basically, a dick appointment?"

"Yeah."

We laughed. We said our goodbyes & she walked down the street. I sighed. Alone again. In the windy warm day.  I heard footsteps approaching me. A big shadow covered my sunlight.

"Hey."