Page 5 of It’s The Dawg In Him For Me

Kyron stood there looking at me like I was playin’, like I packed up all his shit ’cause I wanted a new workout.

“You are a whole bitch,” I said as I tossed his bags out the door onto the steps. We lived in the Bronx. No matter what time it was, it was niggas out, and they were already clownin’ his ass.

“I knew that bad bitch was gonna let ya ass go!” somebody yelled from across the street.

“Good job, baby girl,” Mrs. Jenkins yelled. “You can do bad all by yourself.”

Once all his shit was on the steps, I stood to the side, letting him walk out.

“So, we are really done?”

I laughed, closed the door in his face, walked my cute ass back to my room, got back in bed, and rubbed my feet together.

My apartment was finally quiet. No phone ringing, no nigga snoring, no extra baggage in my life that wasn’t needed.

Just me for the first time in two years, and it felt so damn good.

I made good money and stayed on top of my shit. My pussy was too good to be wasted on a broke-ass nigga who couldn’t even help pay for the roof over his own head.

I smiled and got comfortable, pulling the blanket up on me.

The summer wasn’t over yet.

A bitch still had time to be outside.

Chapter 2

Nylah

It had been some days since I put Kyron out, and to be honest, it felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

Food lasted longer in my fridge. I didn’t have a bunch of clothes to wash. My bathroom stayed clean, and I had extra money in my account.

Kyron was a crutch that I was glad I finally got rid of, but I didn’t jump to another nigga right away.

I didn’t need to. Niggas was on my dick more than I wanted them to be. But I be damned if I let a nigga who can’t pay shit interrupt my grind.

By nine in the morning, my heels were click-clackin' on pavement, a cup of coffee in my hand, fighting the wind. Trying to unlock the front door of the boutique with my purse falling off my shoulder as I got in and turned on the lights, then set the vibe with some music.

I loved my job.

Not because I wanted to work for somebody else forever, but because I loved fashion and loved seeing a woman walk in feeling regular and walk out feeling like she could run the whole city.

People underestimated how much a good fit could change somebody's whole day.

I got started checking the shelves and putting some new shit out when my boss and bestie walked in.

“Morning, Nylah,” she said with a smile on her face.

“Good morning, Denise,” I responded and kept working with a smile on my face.

Denise walked into her office, got settled, and walked back out.

“Now, I don’t be in your business like that, but I have to know. What’s been going on with you? You been coming in happier, smiling more, cussing less. What’s the tea?”

I laughed. “You peeped it,” I said playfully. “I put Kyron out a few days ago.”

She tried to hide her excitement. Needless to say, a lot of people thought I should have been let that nigga go.