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I swear I wasn’t in the house good before my phone started ringing. Shameek had security keeping tabs on me, and I hated it.
“What, Meek?”
“Do you want that muthafucka, man? Like deadass.”
“Stop fucking keeping tabs on me. What, you told the security to let you know when I walk in the house?”
“You damn right. Fuck you outside talking to him so late for anyway? Ain’t shit that important. Rah been dead a minute now. All that business shit should be handled.”
“Actually, it’s always business to handle when I run multiple businesses”
“Ky, you lucky I had some business that I couldn’t skip out on.”
“Or what?”
“I would’ve embarrassed the fuck outta you. How you fuck a nigga real good, send him home before the sun come up, and then you smilin’ in that lame ass nigga face. All I seen was red.”
“Meek, you getting things confused. We aren’t doing anything but fucking, right?”
The line went silent. I could tell he was at one of his warehouses because when he was talking, I could hear the acoustics bouncing off the steel walls.
“Is that what you want? To be just fuckin’?”
“Meek, it’s whatever you want to do. I’m not the one that has someone to answer to.”
His ass went silent again.
“Look, let me handle this, and I’ll swing by and see if you keep that same energy.”
“Nah, I’m tired, and I need to get some sleep.”
“Oh, yeah, you fucked that nigga,” he said.
“What?”
“Since we’ve been fuckin’ you never turned me down. Now you not lettin’ me come and lay up wit’ you. You givin’ the pussy up like a hot pocket.”
“Meek, fuck you!” I said, hanging up the phone.
He called back several times before I just completely shut my phone off. I got in the shower and followed it with going back downstairs to grab me a glass of wine before bed. Shameek had a way of making my security do what he wanted, so I decided to walk out there and have a conversation with them myself. I didn’t feel like being bothered with Shameek and his jealousy tonight.
“Is something wrong, Mrs. King?” one of them said as I approached.
“How much does Shameek pay y’all?”
They looked at each other, then back at me.
“He pays us well, Mrs. King.”
“What do I need to pay y’all tonight to make sure he does not bother me?”
“Mrs.–”
“Nope,” I stopped him. “I said, what do I need to do? I don’t need excuses. I’m not afraid of Shameek; y’all are.”
“You don’t have to pay us anything. We are at your service,” the other one said.
“I know that. Yet, when Shameek is mad, you let him. I need your word that no matter what, you do not let his ass in my house.”
