Daddy Taught Me Better

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to get him to invest his money into real estate but he wouldn’t have it. He loved this thug shit, lived for the street fame. Unbeknownst to him, Kasey took me up on the proposition and now once she completes all of her closings she will be the sole owner of a couple of duplex rentals along with some seasonal rentals that were already furnished. My mom was a successful real estate broker so she usually put me up on the most profitable places that were coming up for sale or going into foreclosure. South Florida had become a haven for flipping houses and making a quick profit or either leaving them as investment properties. I was pulled from my thoughts as I heard my IPhone ringing. I looked at my caller ID noticing that it was my mother calling; damn I was supposed to have met up with her about thirty minutes ago.
    “Before you go off on me ma, I overslept. I’m hopping in the shower right now and I’ll be right to you in about thirty minutes” trying to beat my mother to the punch of going off on me.
    “Uh huh, well since you late and I got to wait on you, you might as well stop by Starbucks and pick me a White Chocolate Mocha and a ham and cheese croissant. I was rushing trying to get here on time to meet with you that I didn’t get myself anything for breakfast,” my mother said.
    “No problem ma, I got you. I’ll be on my way in a little minute.”
    I jumped in the shower and took a quick wash up, brushing my teeth in and all while I was in there. Me and my mother were going to scan some upcoming properties that I was going to bid on so I grabbed my cargo Gucci shorts, with the V-neck Gucci t-shirt and my Gucci loafers adorned my feet so that I could be comfortable today. I never tried to be flashy when I wore my labels; if I didn’t tell people what I was wearing there isn’t any way you know unless a person was up to date with fashion. I grabbed my keys, set the alarm, locked up and jumped into my BMX MX6. I made it through Starbucks drive thru line and to my mom’s office in 30 minutes. I strolled into my mom office and casually spoke to Yvette which was my mom’s receptionist and kept it moving, I didn’t have time for her flirtatious antics. I don’t know how many times I had to tell her that I don’t shit where I eat. I would never bless her with my sex game because then it would be awkward coming to my mom’s office because she would be addicted. My mom’s office door was locked so I lightly tapped on it and then preceded in her office.
    “Boy what you knocking for, you know I been waiting on you and my food.”
    I walked over to my mother desk placing her food on it and giving her a kiss on the cheek. Ma didn’t you teach me manners I was just trying to respect your face.
    “Uhhh huh, don’t be trying to sweet talk me because you were late. Since you was late, it gave me the time to look through these properties and narrow down the ones we are going to go look at today.”
    “That’s cool ma, go ahead and finish your breakfast and we can leave, I love you and all but you know don’t nobody eat in my cars.”
    “Oh hush your face chile,” she laughed at me.
    I looked over some of the properties my mom had up on her laptop while she finished eating. Once she got done, we were headed out the door. I didn’t bother to even say bye to Yvette as we walked passed her. My mom let her know that she would be gone for the rest of the day. I opened the door for my mother and then got in on my side and began to buckle up.
    “Apollo now you just got done telling me how I raised you with manners why you just walked past that girl and didn’t say bye to her.” My mother tried to check me.
    “Ma on a serious note you need to talk to her. When I come to your office, I’m coming for business. Therefore, she needs to conduct herself as such. She stays trying to flirt with me. I’m not sure what she used to but I’m not into women that try to make me their prey.”
    “Well, you can’t fault a woman

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