Page 1 of More to Love

Chapter One

SORIMAH STYLES

“For real? It’s like that?” I rolled my eyes from the irritating question that was asked. I was so tired of repeating myself to niggas. All I wanted was to be left alone. Anytime I stepped out the door it was somebody in my face calling themselves getting at me. I was so over these trashy ass men that was left for our picking. It seemed like the percentage of good men were getting lower and lower.

“I have told you to leave me alone twice little boy, that’s what I meant.”

“Fuck you then. You ain’t even all that fat bitch!”

“And I bet your mama’s even bigger. Carry on about your business before I hurt your feelings. Standing there built like for ten cents a day you could feed a whole village. Boy gone.” I wasn’t in the mood for him.

“Bitch you ate the village.”

“I can afford to do that. You approached me with your pants below your ass, dingy forces to match that dingy t-shirt, and a fade with a crooked line. Plus, the way you talk back is real sassy. You not here for a woman at all. I believe your type has something swinging between their legs miss girl.”

“Bitch—” He raised his hand as if he was going to hit me and I quickly put him in check.

“I wish the fuck you would.” My hand swiftly went inside my purse and clutched my cute .22. He had the right one.

I grabbed my bag off the counter and proceeded to go on about my way. I was only in Eastland Mall to grab a bag and a pair of boots from the Gucci store. Getting into it with trifling men wasn’t on my agenda. However, as an attractive curvy woman, I knew that couldn’t be avoided. I was still waiting to have one peaceful day without them feeling entitled to women.

Because I was a thicker woman, niggas felt they could disrespect me or that I would jump at their proposal because of my size. I was very content with my size and was more than confident in the skin I was in. I didn’t need a man to tell me a damn thing about me because I’d already instilled it within myself.

“Did I just see you reach for Nina in the middle of this darn mall?”

“Yes, you did, and I won’t hesitate to use it either.”

“Ri you are going to go to jail if you keep letting these weak ass niggas rive you up.”

“EJ please. I am not that stupid. I have a business to run and neither him nor anyone else will stop me from running up that hefty bag.”

We kept walking out the mall and to our vehicles. We stopped by for a brief moment and even that wasn’t drama free.

It was a celebration for me and EJ. We opened up our second office across town so we were more accessible and now we could expand our clientele. I was proud of us because we were counted out by our parents often.

Erykah and I were the youngest out of four and the most disappointing ones if you questioned our parents. We never seemed to do anything worth bragging about in their eyes, but we were the only ones they called on when they were down and out. The two they praised were selfish and self-centered. Our mom couldn’t get a dime out of them.

“What time are we celebrating?” EJ asked, putting her bags in the trunk.

“How about eight? I’m thinking we pregame at my house and then hit up Vixen to have a good time. I thought about C.R.E.A.M instead but I want to pay a bitch rent tonight,” I replied.

“No lie, Ri, I was thinking the same thing. Damn... we been around each other too long.”

“We all we got so it’s only right. I’ll see you later baby. Hit me if you need me.”

We parted ways and I was heading to the largest condo building downtown. Over the course of four years, me and my little sister took being a nanny to a whole other level. We sat for the wealthiest people even down to the poorest and it was nothing that we didn’t do or provide. We trained our nannies well.

It started when EJ and I were left to babysit Kara and Justice’s kids. They were twins and did everything together. When one did something, fraternal or not, the other copied. EJ and I were fourteen and thirteen babysitting their son and daughter. We had no teen life because of them, and our parents still allowed them to go out and do God knows what.

Because I was curvier than my sisters, I was always accused of being the fast tail one when really, I didn’t lose my virginity until I was in college. I cared about who I laid down with unlike Kara. However, that didn’t stop my mother from telling the whole town that I was hot in the pants.

A call from my best friend Daria interrupted my tunes bringing me out of my thoughts. I answered immediately with a smile. She was one of my favorite people.

“Yo.”

“Bestieeeee!”

“What’s up thug.”