So Gone - By Jennifer Luckett Page 0,25

of Keith’s shoe. I was so embarrassed I could have died, but I laughed it off and enjoyed the show. It was exactly what I needed to forget about my problems with Blunt.

Me Or Him

Blunt

Hoes like Leesha were always running their dick suckers about what they would do if they were Mo’. I just laughed at that shit ‘cause they weren’t her, and they could never be.

My boo was a pretty, high yellow broad that didn’t have to stay in the mirror for hours like most broke down welfare hoes to be a bad bitch. Mo' woke up out of her sleep looking better than the average bitch looked after spending all day at the hair salon. I didn't wanna lose my dime piece over a few pennies.

Some of the things she hurled at me the other day hit me like a forearm to the back of the head. Her anger had come out of left field. I mean, I was fucking up, but damn. Love should be love. Unconditionally.

The ying yang that Leesha had popped meant nothin'; that hoe always had something slick to say. She could whisper in Mo's ear 24/7, and it still wouldn't keep her from coming back to me. I had something that no meddling ass cousin could replace. My dick game was stupendous, and my mack game was just as potent.

In the bedroom, I could make a woman forgive all my sins, but I didn’t rely on that to keep Mo’ hooked like a fish on a line. I made love to her body, but I fucked her mind. She wasn’t going anywhere. Leesha was wasting her time tryin' to get her to walk away.

Bitches like Leesha fronted like they didn’t put up with no shit from a nigga, but that’s some bullshit unless they only fucked with lames. ‘Cause every street nigga takes his lady through some pain. Real talk, I did what I did because at the end of the day, Mo’ wasn’t going nowhere. She couldn’t leave me alone ‘cause I was the type that couldn’t be replaced. So anybody in her ear with an opinion could just swallow it ‘cause it wasn’t gonna change shit.

A few days after Mo' put me out, I rapped my knuckles against her front door and waited for her to answer. As soon as she saw me, she would realize how much she missed a nigga. I would carry her up to the bedroom and put the dick to her so good she would go out shopping for me the next day.

Mo’ answered the door in a cranberry red BCBG tube dress that showed off her thighs and six inch silver stilettos that put her almost eye level with me. Her 'fit was accessorized with the Christian Louboutin purse that I had bought her a month ago. She was dressed to step out.

I blocked the doorway with my body. "Where the fuck do you think you’re goin’ all dressed up and looking sexy?”

Mo’ tried to push pass me, but I was too strong for her to move. “I don’t owe you an explanation,” she said.

“Don’t play yaself. Answer me or you’re not goin’ nowhere,” I threatened and lightly pushed her backwards with the palm of my hand.

She looked directly in my eyes with a serious expression, scratched the back of her neck with her French tipped nails, and tried to shit on me. “Well, since you’re all in my business, I’m meeting a friend for a few drinks.”

“Male or a female?”

"I don't have to answer that. Move, Blunt." She attempted to push pass me again. This time I shoved her back in the house.

"Answer me or you're not going anywhere," I repeated. Over her shoulder, her messy ass cousin was tuned in.

“Blunt, are you on drugs or something? You know better than to put your hands on me," fumed Mo'.

"Answer my question," I demanded. The scowl on my face was etched in stone.

"I don't have to answer you."

"Ok, that means you're going out with a nigga. Shawdy, you got me fucked up.” I stepped up in her space.

Like a phantom, Leesha ran up and stepped in front of Mo'. "You better think again!" she defended her.

I looked from her to Mo’. “You better tell yo’ cousin to stay out of my business before I punch her in her shit.” I was tired of Leesha's mouth, fa real.

“Move out of my way, Blunt, and leave my cousin alone. At least someone cares about me because you