Trap Queen

"A compromise?" I say looking at him.

"Yeah." He says smiling at me.

"I'm listening." I say.

"My product isn't as good as yours if you show me your best works, I'll give you and them a cut." He says.

"That's the problem." I sigh.

"What?" He asks. The waiter brings us both water. I smile at him as he says he'll be back.

"Can we go to my place and I'll show you the problem?" I ask. He nods. I tell him my address and we leave. I park and get out and wait for Taj to get here. Not too long he comes.

"Let's go." I say. He follows me as we walk in my house.

"Stay right here I'm gonna be right back." I say and run upstairs.

- Taj's POV -

I waited for Princess as I sat on the couch. I gotta admit she got a good place. When I look up at the steps she comes down in a tank top, short shorts, and knee socks. Damn she looks good a nigga can't even front. She goes to the kitchen and starts whipping.

"Hold up, ma." I say. She looks at me.

"What." She says aggravated.

"Where's your workers that make it for you?" I ask.

"You're looking at them." She says and continues to do what she was doing. I watch her as she does her thing. I walk behind her and watch her more closely.

"Can you not." She says.

"Don't front." I say.

"I'm not fronting. I just need you to back the fuck up." She says.

"Ma, drop the fucking attitude I'm serious." I say turning her around by her waist.

"Or what Taj? I'm really trying to be nice and you over here fucking with me while I'm trying to cook." She says.

"Listen, I'm not like those other niggas that get intimidated by your fucking attitude so cut it. Aight?" I say. She turns around and continues to do her thing as I watch behind her.

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"Okay so let's talk more about this compromise." I say.

"Alright." She says.

"Well I'll have you some weed for some coke right now." I say.

"What size?" She asks.

"Dime." I say. I pull out my bag and she pulls out hers. We exchange the little baggies and she gets up and goes in the kitchen. She reaches under the sink and grabs her herb grinder. Then she goes in a draw and grabs a wrap and a lighter. She brings everything to the living room. I watch as she takes the weed and grinds it. After its good enough she puts it in the wrap and starts licking it closed. She lights up and takes a long drag.

"So?" She says as she exhales the smoke.

"Oh yeah, uh. Well my compromise is I give you some weed you give me some coke and we can sell each other's shit. You know work together." I say.

"So even after I acted the way I acted you wanna work with me?" She asks.

"Why not." I say.

"Um, nothing. Alright, sounds good." She says.

"Aye." I say. She gives me a faint smile.

"So, niggas don't be fucking with you either?" I ask.

"I'm not a big fan of people. I don't get along with people. People don't get along with me." She shrugs smoking the blunt.

"So what do you call this?" I ask.

"I call this tolerating." She says ashing the blunt out.

"You can't push me away. We both don't like each other but we both like money so let's just get along to get money." I say.

» Princess' POV «

I hesitate.

"Alright." I sigh.

"Aight?" Taj asks.

"I said alright did I not?" I ask with an attitude.

"We bout to make that money baby." He says smiling hard. I give him a smirk.

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