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Episode 4:

All I Know How To Do Is Get This Money 💵

 

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The Chevy slides through the city streets with ease as we ride to an unknown destination. Blackk holds my hand with his right hand, while steering the wheel with his left hand.

Approaching the red light, the Chevy slows to a stop. Blackk looks over in my direction and as he does, I turn my head forward looking out of the front windshield.

“There’s no need to be shy now.” He says. “I felt those eyes burning a hole in the side of my face, so I turned this way just to give you a better view.”

“Sorry.” I apologize.

“No more apologies, okay?” He replies. “You gotta stop apologizing for shit you meant to do.”

“So…I mean…okay.” I say in response.

“Are you hungry?” He asks. There’s a Waffle House just before we get to where we’re going if you wanna grab something.”

“Where exactly are we going?” I ask.

“To my crib.” He says. “Unless you want to go to yours. I should’ve asked if you wanted to go somewhere specific before making a decision. Although, I don’t mind taking you wherever you want to go.”

“I live with Otto, so technically I don’t have my own place.” I tell him. The light turns green, and we continue driving forward. “He owns everything I have, including me.”

“Nobody owns you but you.” He says.

That brings a smile to my face. He squeezes my hand tighter, lifting it to his mouth to kiss the back of my hand. He gently places it back down.

“There was once a time where I told Otto that same thing, and he slapped the thought clean away from my head.” I say.

“No one is going to harm you while you’re with me.” He says. “But do you want the Waffle House though? We bout to miss the turn for it.”

“Yes.” I answer. “Can we take it to go please?”

“If that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll get.” He answers.

Taking the next left turn, we drive a few blocks before making a right turn, then another left into the Waffle House parking lot.

 

Blackk parks the car in the parking space directly in front of the window facing the register. He shuts the engine off, then pulls his phone from his pocket.

“You know what you want?” He asks.

“The breakfast bowl. The one with grits, scrambled eggs, sausage, and please make sure they add cheese.” I answer.

“That’s all?” He asks while typing my order into the notes of his phone.

“And an orange justice to drink.” I say.

“No waffle?” He asks.

“Waffle?” I reply. “No thank you. Just the breakfast bowl will be fine.”

“Who comes to Waffle House and doesn’t order a waffle?” He counters, shaking his head.

“Me.” I say with a smile.

“Ight then. I’ll be right back.” He says.

Exiting the car, I watch as Blackk enters the restaurant. Looking through the window, I see him go up to the register placing our orders.

Once he’s finished, I watch as the cashier prints his receipt after entering the order. The girl takes the receipt from the printer, writing something on the back, before handing it to Blackk. I already know what the skank wrote on the paper. I shouldn’t call her that although I just met the man myself. I can’t say that I blame her either. He’s a tall drink of dr. Pepper that I can’t wait to gulp down.

Deciding to stay in my own lane, I roll my eyes as he takes the receipt from her. I have no claim to him, so I plan on keeping my mouth shut. Yet, something is making me feel really defensive when it comes to him.

The driver side door opens, bringing me out of my thoughts and back into the current moment. Blackk slides into the driver seat, handing me the receipt as he does. I take it, instantly searching the back of it. As expected, in bold letters is the name “Cassandra” and her phone number for him to call.

“Is there a reason you’re handing this to me?” I ask while waving the receipt in the air around us.

Instead of answering my question, he laughs, upsetting me more than I already am.

“I have no further use for that piece of paper unless I use it to wipe my ass.”  He says when his laughter stops. “I figured you were watching me through the window when she gave it to me. I wanted you to see that I wasn’t interested in her.”

“I was.” I tell him. “But that still doesn’t explain why you passed this on to me.”

Ripping the receipt to shreds, I open my door and sprinkle the evidence on the ground. Closing the door, I fold my arms across my chest, face forward, while waiting on a response that may not come.

I feel like my actions currently resemble that of a spoiled child, but honestly, I don’t care. This man owes me nothing as he took me from one situation to possibly put me in another. I’m grateful he did what he did, but I still haven’t heard the answer as to why or what his plans are.

“You look cute when you get mad.” He says, pinching my cheek. Gripping my chin, he turns me around to face him. “Let me see ma.”

Something about his words and the tone of his voice makes his command very easy to follow. I don’t even attempt to turn my head once I’m facing him.

“Don’t you want to call her?” I ask. “Seems like she was hot and ready to receive your call.”

“Call her for what? I have you.” He says.

And I’ll be damned if that doesn’t do me in. I slink down in my seat, tucking my hair behind my ear. I don’t have to see the smile on my face to know it’s big as hell. My mouth is hurting just by me making the notion to smile. I haven’t willingly smiled in such a long time it’s become foreign to me.

“I mean…well...I don’t know.” I stammer, trying to find my words. “You just met me. I’m just a stripper from some club that you rescued me from while dealing with a man that had no intentions of ever letting go.”

“You’re not just a stripper, so don’t ever let that shit fall from your lips again.” He says. The raspiness of his voice catching the attention of my sacred spot once more. I should’ve just taken these panties off before we left because it feels like I’m sitting in a puddle of water. “You’re such a beautiful ass woman and any clown that doesn’t treat you like you deserve should be put six feet under. Maybe even a little deeper. I want it to be hard for the worms to find his ass he’s buried so deep.”

“There’s no need to be so dramatic. I’m just a regular girl in a regular world trying to survive.” I reply.

“Well now you’re just a regular girl in my regular world who is surviving. That is if you were to stay with me, by my side.” He counters.

Listening to his words, I don’t know how to interpret them. I’m not good at reading between the lines either so I’m gonna really need him to break that down for me.

“Hear me out Blackk.” I start.

“Jakolbi.” He says interrupting me. “My name is Jakolbi. My street name is Blackk. You’re not the streets to me so please call me Jakolbi.”

“Okay, Jakolbi then.” I say clearing my throat. “Listen, all I know how to do is get this money. I haven’t been in or seen anything that’s real to me in years. You barely know anything about me, and I don’t know much about you.” I continue.

“That’s why we need to spend time together to get to know each other better.” He says. “Whatever this will become won’t happen overnight ma. It’s going to take time.”

“Is this something you really want to do with a stranger? I’ve slept with men for less.” I tell him.

“I’m sure this is what I want to do. Just as sure as the day I saw you dance three weeks ago and decided to buy you that two-piece set you’re wearing tonight.” He answers.

My heart skips a beat when I hear the words fall from his lips. I think in the scary movies, this would be the part where I would run away, screaming for help. Yet, there’s something in my spirit telling me I’m safe here and that this is where I should be.

“It was…It was you that sent me this set?” I ask. “Why did you purchase this for me?”

“Yes. I did. I don’t want to seem like a stalker or nothing, but I haven’t gotten you off my mind since that day.” He admits. “Then when I seen Otto’s bitch ass escort you off stage, I saw the look on your face and saw how unhappy you were.”

Damn! He pays attention to detail. Father God where have you been hiding this man. I needed him years ago but I’m happy you dropped him in my lap tonight.

“That was a kind gesture.” I say. “Thank you.”

“No thank you’s are needed.” He replies. “I’m the type of muthfucka’ that will buy you things like this and so much more 1000 times over. All the way up until my dying day.”

A knock comes to the window startling us both. We’d been in the car talking for so long, we forgot that we ordered food. Letting down the window, a timid cashier waits, holding the bag with our food.

“Um…hi. Your food is ready.” The cashier says.

She holds up the bag to the window and Jakolbi takes it, turning around to place it in the backseat.

“Preciate that.” He says facing forward again.

“No problem.” She says, biting her lip. “You can thank me later once you put that number to good use.”

Before Jakolbi has a chance to answer, I speak first.

“Bitch if you don’t take your thirsty ass back inside that building and serve somebody, I’m going to leave this seat to serve your ass like you should be serving those people waiting on their food.

Jakolbi places a hand over his mouth holding in his snickers. The girl doesn’t argue or protest at all as she rolls her eyes, turns towards the building, and stomps those big ass feet back inside to her place behind the counter.

“I guess you’ve made your decision?” He asks.

“It’s too early to tell but that little hoe ass girl wasn’t about to get a piece of conversation with you.” I answer.

He laughs before starting the ignition. He looks down at his phone, reading what looks like a text message. He sends a reply before putting the car in reverse.

“Security is still cleaning up the mess from the club. Otto isn’t giving them a hard time either. Once done there, they’ll be on the way here.” He tells me.

I watch as he sends a quick reply then places his phone in the center console. Throwing the Chevy in reverse, we back out of the parking space, then he rights the car. Leading us out of the parking lot and back onto the road.

He drives in what I assume is the direction of his house. This seems risky and happening too fast but I’m down to ride if he’s going to be driving.