Free Trife Life To Lavish (A King Production Presents...) by Deja King Page B

you," he grinned. Don't
nobody got a booty like my baby."
    "Shut up," Nichelle laughed, placing a playful
kiss on his lips.
    "You ready?"
    "Almost. Why, are we running late?"
    "Nope, I just want to show you something before we leave."

    "Let me touch up my hair and makeup, then
we can go."
    "Cool, I'll be in the living room."
    Nichelle stared at her reflection in the mirror
and knew nothing needed to be touched. She only
wanted another opportunity to admire how she
looked, not knowing if she'd ever feel this beautiful
again. She grabbed her metallic hard-frame clutch,
excited about the rest of her evening.
    With Carmelo in his tailored smoky-gray
Armani suit with a teal tie-the exact same color
as Nichelle's dress-the duo exuded the style of a
power couple. As they made their exit, during the
entire elevator ride down they held hands, gazing
into each other's eyes like a newlywed couple.
    "If I forget to tell you later on, thank you for
making this the best night of my life," Nichelle said,
as they walked through the underground garage
towards Carmelo's car.
    "Wow, if you're saying that now, wait till you
see this."
    "See what?" Nichelle turned her head in
the direction that Carmelo was staring in. "Happy
belated birthday, baby!"
    Nichelle let go of Carmelo's hand and
covered her mouth in amazement. There was a big
red ribbon on top of an ice-blue CLS550 Mercedes
Benz. "This can't be mine!"

    "Yes, it can and it is. You deserve it, baby."
    "And I thought you forgot."
    "Of course not. The custom rims weren't
ready on your birthday, so I decided to wait. I felt
you would forgive me once you saw the present I
had for you."
    Nichelle was damn near speechless as she
walked slowly, circling the car and taking in every
detail. "This is really my car?"
    "Now it is," Carmelo replied, tossing the car
keys at Nichelle. She caught them, and her hands
began shaking from her excitement. "So, are you
taking me for a ride or what?"
    "Carmelo, you really are too good for me. I
don't know what I did to deserve you. Nobody has
ever made me feel so special." Tears began rolling
down Nichelle's face.
    "Baby, don't cry." Carmelo gently wiped her
cheek. "I'm not too good for you. We're perfect for
each other. So stop with this Hallmark moment and
drive us to this fuckin' party so you can show these
`hood rats how it's really going down."

    "Yo, I see some serious heavyweight
motherfuckers up in this joint tonight," Simone
said, to Tierra as they both put an extra swagger in their walk.

    "You ain't lying. One of these niggas got to
be able to get me out my mama's house and back
into the lifestyle I'm accustomed to."
    "What about dude standing over there by the
bar eyeing the shit out of you?"
    "I know you ain't talking about that clear
wrap over there!" Tierra barked.
    "What, you don't fuck wit' white boys?"
    "Hell no! You ain't neva seen me wit' one of
those."
    "Shit, if the motherfucker got paper why does
it matter?"
    "Besides the fact that no matter how bad they
be irking my nerves, I love me some black men.
A white boy gon' eventually say something out of
pocket, and I'll have to slit his ass with my knife."
    "Say something like what?"
    "Call me a nigga, a black bitch... one of those
terms that motherfuckers toss around loosely when
they pissed the fuck off. `Cause I know when I'm
mad, I'm quick to start throwing around a race,
color, or something to describe what you are. Even
though I don't like it, it's one thing for my own
to call me out my name, but when somebody of
another race do it, you better call 911, `cause it's
about to go down."
    "Girl, you crazy."
    "No, I'm fuckin' serious. There are a lot of cute white boys running around, but they can
bypass me and kick it wit' the cute little white girls
out here. . .and there's no shortage of them."

    "Speaking of cute, check out that fine
specimen that just entered the building."
    "You ain't lying! That nigga look fine and rich.
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