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Black and Ugly

though I don't trust him too much, I agreed to give you
a discount on my prices. And, after seeing how sexy
one of my suspects is, it would be a shame to charge
you full price."

"You must be talking about Sky," Smokes says.

"Naw. I'm talking about Parade."

"Parade? Yeah, okay. Maybe that's how you like
them in Texas, but we like our women a little classier
out here." He laughs, questioning his taste. "Just don't
let that shit fuck with what I hired you to do."

"Does a man who goes to a business meeting with
his associates avoid eating?"

"What?"

"I said, does a man who takes his business associates out to eat avoid eating?"

"I don't know, nigga. What's your fuckin' point?"

"My point is that although I'm gonna have fun with
Parade, in the end, if she's the one, she's done the
moment I get off her."

"That's all I need to know."

"Enough said."

"Hey," Parade says as she gets in the car. "I didn't
catch your name."

"My friends call me Cannon."

"Cannon?" She pauses. "I like that."
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IF ANYTHING CAN BE SAID about Jay, it is that he knows how to please me. He's passionate in the bedroom and his money always flows. I can accept him ignoring me the way that he has lately just as long as when we come together, he makes it worth my while.

My parents are out of town on business, as usual.

This is tight because it means we'll have the entire house to ourselves. I cut off all the lights and allow the ambience to flow from the candles. I also ignite some of that sweet smellin' oil from Bath & Body Works throughout the house and to top it all off, I have on my red La Perla undie set with my sexy red stilettos.

He opens the door and walks right in. I keep it open because he hates knocking on doors and standing in hallways, sayin' something about it gives niggas too much time to rush him. He is wearing a pair of jeans, a plain T-shirt and a jacket. His platinum chain and soft hair are the first things I notice. I tell Jay all the time that he could be a model if he wanted to. He's that
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perfect - something like Ginuwine but a little bit taller.

I can't help but think about how pretty our babies will be when we have some.

"Why you got all the lights out?" he asks as he closes the door, locks it and flips the switch on.

"Because, I'm tryin' to make love to my man. That's why," I say as I kiss him and turn the lights back off.

"Well, I ain't here for all of that. I'm tired. Plus, I can't stay too long."

"What you saying, Jay?" I ask, hoping he won't ruin our night before it even starts. "Is everything okay?"

"If you call my niece gettin' robbed cool, then yeah, okay. But the way I feel right now, I could smash somebody's skull in."

"Your niece Shannon? Is she okay?"

"Not really. Whoever the mothafucka was waiting on her in the hallway robbed her and made her suck his dick. I'm tellin' you right now, I betta not find out who that nigga is," he says as he walks in, puts his gun on the table and sits on the couch.

I know it's wrong to be mad, but I feel like his niece has ruined our night. He does too much for her as far as I'm concerned, and whoever robbed her probably knew it. I know it's selfish, but Jay is
my
man. She got her own man. Let him worry about her problems.

He must see the disappointment in my face because he tells me to come and sit on his lap. I flop down and he squeezes me tight. There's something about when a man holds you that makes you feel like you're the
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safest in the whole wide world. Rubbing his hand up and down my thigh makes my pussy wet. If I can just keep his mind on me, maybe he'll forget all about what happened to his niece.

"I got somethin' for you before I leave," he says as he kisses me softly on my lips.

"What is it?" I ask, excited by the thought alone.

What I really want I know he ain't gonna give me, and that's an engagement ring.

"It's what you always wanted, baby," he continues real smoothly.

"And that is?" I inquire, trying hard to push the idea that he may actually propose out of my mind.

He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a wad of money then places five one-thousand-dollar bills on the table. I'd never seen a thousand-dollar bill until a couple of weeks after meeting Jay, the first time he broke me off. Any other time I'd be smilin' from ear to ear, but now the money doesn't excite me. I am starting to believe that all he's doing is paying me off, like I'm his prostitute or something.

I try to speak but smell the same scent that was on his shirt before. Mad or not, I am gonna say something to him because even if it isn't Parade he is dealing with, it's definitely another woman.

"Jay! Why you smell like perfume?" His eyes widen, and he begins to smell different parts of his shirt. I know what he's trying to do - buy time - but it ain't gonna work. I'm five seconds from banging him in his face.

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"Uh ... I don't smell nothin', girl," he answers as he moves me off him. "Every time I come over here, it's some bullshit."

Pushing me off doesn't do anything but make me angrier. I jump on top of him and grab his shirt. I planned to be on top of him tonight, anyway, but not like this. I know I look like a madwoman trying to fight him in my underwear, but I don't care.

"Jay! You tell me right now what the fuck is up. I'm tired of your shit. I smelled this same scent the last time we went to the movies. I think you steppin' out on me, so be a man and tell me what's really up."

"Bitch, you trippin.' I'm gettin' tired of your shit, anyway. All you gonna do is make me cut your ass off," he yells as he stands.

"Cut me off? Cut me off? Who the fuck you think you talkin' to, Jay? You wish you could cut a bitch like me off."

"Are you serious?" he asks and starts laughing.

"You ain't nothin' but a high-class hoe," he says then moves toward the door.

"Fuck you, Jay. There's plenty of niggas who would want to be with me. I'm telling you right now, if you leave, it's over between us. You won't never taste this sweet pussy again!" I yell as I block him before he reaches the door.

He walks back toward the couch and I think my threat works, as usual. I know Jay doesn't want to be with nobody but me. He is handsome and all, but I'm far from a slouch. So although he's trying to play it off,
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losing me will hurt a lot. I'm sure of it.

"I guess you won't be needin' this then, will you?" he asks as he grabs the money off the table. "Tell them punk-ass niggas you fuck wit' to take care of you, bitch. It's ova," he continues as he walks out and slams the door.

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Daffany

WAKING UP THIS MORNING FEELS weird. I rise and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up the moment I throw the covers off me. Although my door is closed, I have the strangest feeling that someone is in my room or the apartment. I fall back down on the bed and dive under the covers. I don't move. I can't if I want to. I wait for the light to sneak under my blinds to give me proof that I'm alone.

An hour later, but still early in the morning, the sun eases me a little. But what is this feeling? Maybe it's the E-pills I be on all the time. I gotta stop this shit sooner or later because it has gotten me in trouble more times than I can count.