“Yeah, damn. It can happen. Her shit was identical to mine—make, model, color, even the gotdamn interior. You know that shit was brand new. Hell, I’ve only had it a few days, so I didn’t have shit in it. She didn’t either, other than those fruity ass air fresheners, but who the fuck looks at their visors when they get in their car? I damn sure don’t. I didn’t notice it until I turned on my gotdamn radio and heard Beyoncé.”
Los shook his head then laughed. “Yo, that’s some wild shit. What she look like?”
“Why the fuck does that matter? She looked like the shorty who took my truck is what she looked like.”
“Cause, that would have been the perfect opportunity for you to smash. Shit, you like them high class women, and if she got that kinda bread to walk on the lot and pick up the same ride you got, then she should be right up your alley.”
I smirked, thinking about how cute Sophie really was. Even though she likely wanted to choke the life out of me because ofthe way I’d handled her, I could still see her checking me out. Her damn panties were likely soaked after I pulled off and left her standing there with her damn mouth dropped open.
“I don’t like hoodrats, but I don’t fuck with bougie ass women either. I like them somewhere in the middle and she damn sure ain’t that.”
“What about Orin? She bougie as fuck, Troop, and you know it. I ain’t never seen a woman who won’t eat at a restaurant unless they serve their meals in courses. What type of shit is that? Has the bitch ever eaten a burger or pizza before?”
Los frowned before shoving the clothes he’d balled in back into his bag. We had just finished playing, showered and changed, and were now heading out.
“That don’t mean shit. She just likes to keep up appearances. She ain’t who you think she is. Orin just likes people to think she’s balling like that, but her ass was born and raised in Queensbridge. Her father just lucked up on some big ass business deal and they ended up with money. She started modeling and ran with it. Trust me, she’s hood as fuck when she needs to be. I bring that shit out of her when I’m hitting that shit just right.”
Los looked at me and laughed. “You wild for that shit right there, but still, you should have made her thank you for bringing her truck. If I were you, I would have been like, ‘come see me back here for a minute,’ then knocked her damn walls down in the back seat of her shit ’cause I know your ass wasn’t gon fuck her in yours.”
This time, I laughed. “You’re fucking stupid, man. I don’t know why I rock with you like that. Pay me my gotdamn money so I can head home.”
“Chill. I got your money, even though you cheated, but it’s in my truck. Let’s go.”
“How the fuck I cheat at twenty-one, Los? That shit is impossible and don’t even sound right.” I grabbed the rest of my things from the bench in front of us and stuffed them into my bag before I slid my arms through it and secured it onto my back.
“’Cause you were fouling. You play dirty, Troop, but I let that shit slide,” Los said from beside me as we left the locker room.
“This ain’t the pussy ass pay to play rec shit. We grown ass men playing streetball. Ain’t no fouls with that. Fuck you mean I fouled your ass?” I laughed at his dumbass and he laughed with me because he knew I was right.
Just before we reached the door, two suits passed us, whispering like we couldn’t tell they were talking about us. Two fly ass hood muthafuckers in their prestigious ass gym and they couldn’t stand it. I felt their eyes moving down my form, checking out my jeans, T-shirt and Timbs. My clothes were just as expensive as those stuffy ass suits they wore, but to them, I was just street trash. I loved every minute of it though, because they couldn’t keep me from being there. It was ten grand a month for a basic membership, fifteen for VIP access. They were members, so they knew how expensive this shit was. For us to be here meant we could afford it and that was reward enough for me.
I offered a nod as we passed each, just to piss them off even more.
“Pussy ass muthafuckers. You know they hate to see us in here,” Los said as we reached the door to exit the building.
I chuckled. “Yeah, I know. That’s the only reason I waste my money on this shit. I love to see their faces when we walk up in this bitch.”
“Shit, I don’t give a fuck about any of that. They can kiss my ass. I spend my money ’cause there be some fine ass women up in there. They love to see my Black ass coming ’cause they can’t get dick like I got at home.”
“You got problems, Los. How the fuck you on my case about liking women with class, but you fucking like it’s a sport up in here. Ain’t no hood women in here, Los.”
“Ay, I ain’t say shit about not liking classy pussy. I love that shit, it’s all the other shit attached. I can’t fuck with a woman who’s trying to change me. Jeans, Js, Crown, and kush. If she can’t accept that shit, she ain’t for me.”
“I can’t argue with that,” I said as I leaned against the front passenger side of Los’s Phantom, waiting for him to get my money.
Los handed over four stacks and I flipped through it. “It better all be here too.”
“Fuck I look like? I’m a grown ass man, Troop. I pay what I owe.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, aight. I’m out though. Hit me up later if you still wanna fall through the club. I ain’t doing shit tonight.”
“Aight bet, I got you.” I dapped him and headed to my ride.
After tossing my bag in the back, I pulled off. I was in need of a mean ass nap, then maybe I’d head out to grab something to eat, but for now, home was the move.
“Trooper, I need a date. I can’t show up alone. You know how bitches like to talk.” Orin walked through my living room dressed in only a sheer tank top and matching thong.
I was chilling on my leather sofa with my MacBook in my lap, checking out stocks I had just recently purchased. I was serious about my money and everyone knew it. My financial planners didn’t make a move without my consent and I knew each and every company my money was invested in. I also knew the amounts, down to the penny. One thing nobody could do was fuck me over and I made sure of that.
