Free Bitch Reloaded by Deja King

one was so intriguing. I had never met anyone like Mike before. He was the first kingpin I knew that was able to really take the game to a legitimate level and make even more paper. The nigga was huge in the music business. He had mad respect in the industry but still managed to generate that same love from the streets. He had the best of both worlds. He was a hustler for real.
    All that said, I still felt I needed to fall back. My heart was still aching over Supreme's death, and I reasoned that, that pain would never stop. One day I would have to move on and find a man that could hold it down for me, but I wasn't ready yet. I held on tightly to my pink diamond heart. "Love for life."
    When I arrived at Jamal's condo at Trump Place on Riverside Boulevard I was in awe. "Damn that nigga really came up," I said to myself. His condo was spacious with high ceilings and a banging view of the Hudson River. All that studying and hitting them books had really paid off.
    "Jamal, your place is crazy. I'm really proud of you."
    "That means a lot to me." I gave Jamal a quizzical look because for the first time it really dawned on me how much my approval meant to him. Realizing that also made me feel guilty about how I kicked him to the curb after I sexually turned him out. But he had moved on. So I guess everything worked out for the best.
    "Where's the soon-to-be blushing bride?"
    "She's finishing up in the kitchen."
    "Oh, she cooks too. How nice." I hoped my sarcasm wasn't detected.
    "Here's my beautiful wife now." I almost wanted to scream. When Nina walked up, I was quite impressed. She was very pretty. With her brown skin, coal black long hair and exotic features, she put me in the mind of Beverly Johnson back in her supermodel days.
    "It's nice to meet you. Jamal has told me so much about you," Nina said, shaking my hand.
    "I'm sure not everything."
    "Yes, he's shared it all," Miss Nina stated with much confidence in her voice. With her pleated pants and white cotton button-down shirt, she seemed all prim and proper, but Nina had some gangsta in her. Trust, I know a gangstress when I saw one. "So, Precious, would you like something to drink?"
    "Actually, this bag in my hand is a bottle of vintage Dom Perignon."
    "Thank you, that's so nice."
    "Can't come to someone's home empty-handed." The real reason I bought my own liquor was because I don't trust a bitch. She might spit in my shit. We were going to open this bottle right here in my view.
    "I'll take that and put it in the refrigerator, so it can get nice and cold."
    "No need, it's already chilled. You can just get some glasses and we're good to go." Nina didn't flinch when she turned to go get the champagne glasses. The chick handled herself with coolness.
    "I see why you're so smitten, Nina is something else," I stated, turning to Jamal.
    After drinking some champagne, we sat down at the table for dinner. I was leery about eating her food, but she laid it out buffet style and I figured we were all digging from the same plate, if she fucked up my food she fucked up hers too. I doubted she would torture herself like that.
    "How's everything?"
    "Wonderful, baby," Jamal said, reaching over and lovingly rubbing her hand.
    "Yeah, these mashed potatoes are incredible. I need to learn how to cook."
    "Especially if you plan on keeping a man." Nina smiled then caught the glare coming from Jamal. "I'm so sorry, Precious, how rude of me. It slipped my mind that you recently lost your husband. Please forgive me," Nina pleaded sounding sincere.
    "No apology necessary. So how did you guys meet?" After Nina's comment it had gotten way too intense, and I needed to get the spotlight off me.
    "On the set of a music video," Jamal said with a big grin on his face.
    "I was playing one of the leads and Jamal stopped by to see how the shoot was going, and we clicked."
    Ain't this some shit? I knew that whole librarian persona she was trying to pull off was some bullshit. It was all making sense. That