Free There's Levels To My Thug by Judith Tamalynn

heading straight to the suits, I walked over to Blake.
        “Can somebody please tell me what’s going on?”
        I asked Blake.
    With a weird ass grin on his face he replied.
        “Well, Sir… That’s what we hood Nigga’s call Money right there Sir.”
        “Blake you know you a crazy lil’ Nigga. But seriously, who the Fuck is the tight suits?”
    I said to Blake in a stern but still playful tone.
         “Sir those are the big shots in the Suit you’re always talking about. It’s almost time for New York Fashion week and they want to see your designs walking down the runway.”
        Blake replied.
        Finally, my big break is here. Not only am I about to take the biggest leap in life with my lady. It was time that everyone knew my name. I straighten myself up. I walked over to the cash register and extended my hand to the first fellow that turned towards me.
        “Hello Sir, I’m the owner of Savannah’s World and F&H Treasure Island, Dragon it’s nice to meet you.”
    I said to him.
        “I’m Mr. Goldstein one of the Executive Producers hosting New York Fashion week. I usually come in a month before, preparations for New York Fashion week. I’ve seen a lot of your designs around town. In fact, there was a dress of yours, which caught my eye. A colleague of mine was stylishly wearing.”
    Mr. Goldstein said to me.
        “Yes Sir, I’m ready. This is a chance of a lifetime.”
        I said.
        “Well, then Mr. Dragon I need you to prepare your Autumn/Winter line.  And we’ll see you at Fashion week.”
    Mr. Goldstein replied.
    I couldn’t believe my designs would be shown in New York Fashion week. Fuck a big break this was my dream coming true. I immediately ran out of the store after speaking with the rest of the gentlemen in my office. I ran over to Treasure Island and called Savannah up.
        “Yo Babe you’re not going to believe this! You’re walking in Fashion Week…”
        I said to Savannah.
        “Sweetheart run that by me one more again.”
        Savannah said as she cleared her throat.
        “Yes, Baby you heard what the Fuck I said. Ya man just locked a slot for New York Fashion week. And I would be honored if I could have my Queen walk down the runway wearing my Grand Finale Gown.”
        I said. Knowing Savannah would never tell me no. I had plans to get some other beautiful ladies to walk for me. Some who’ve tried the modeling thing and had doors close in their faces. I figured they could catch a break just by walking in the show for me. After giving Savannah a little more details, I hung up with her to get on the line with my sister Desiree.
        “Yo Sis, whus up wit you?”
        I asked Desi.
        “Nothing much. Just sitting here chilling relaxing in this Jacuzzi. Why what’s up?”
        Desiree said to me.
    “Listen big sis I know you’re relaxing and all. And I don’t want to be a party crasher.”
    I said.
    “Well don’t be then!”
        Desiree quickly interrupted me.
        “Listen, sis, I know you used to do that modeling stuff back in the day. And you actually put a hold on that to help Savannah and I. So with that said…”
        I said to Desi.
        “Look, bro, we done had this talk over and over again. There’s no need to keep thanking me. We’re family and that’s what family does. Anyway, what’s really up?”
        She asked me.
        “Sis I have a slot for my Autumn/Fall designs to walk in New York fashion week. No LIE! So what I am asking basically is will you walk please?”
        Before I had a chance to finish reciting my reasons on why she should walk. Desiree quickly cut me off.
        “Lil bro say no more. I’m going to my room to pack my things up. I’ll see you when I get there. We have to plan everything you know. Figure out what designs you want to use. Wait, bro, do you have Savannah walking in the show too.”
        I was pleased