Amia Renee Carter was fresh out of high school ready to start the rest of her life. What Amia didn't know was that a young man by the name of Kash would have a huge impact in the rest of her life. Amia's life starts to spiral out of control, but she...
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"You owe me some damn gas money." I barked.
"For what, nigga?" Jeremiah asked.
"You made me drive all the way up here because ain't wanna answer your phone. You don't need a phone." I ranted. "You always bitchin' about your phone being dry, but when somebody actually call your boring ass you don't answer."
"When have you ever overheard me say my phone dry?" He chuckled. "I got bitches."
"Shut up. It's 'females' not bitches. You always degrading women."
"You a fucking hypocrite ass hoe." He yelled.
I huffed. "I didn't come over here to argue with your ass."
"So what you want?"
"Your little friend." I replied. "What's her name? Amara, Amiyah, A-"
"Amia."
I pointed. "Yeah, her. Gimme her number."
"No."
I smacked my lips. "Gimme her number or I'ma beat you up." I threatened.
"I ain't seven years old Kash, you don't scare me."
"Man, just give me the fuckin' number."
"What you need her number for?" He asked.
"I'm tryna fuck, duh." I said. "Probably like three times. Four, if the pussy good."
"Get out."
"Bruh, just let me see your phone." I held out my hand.
"Hell no. Amia ain't gonna let you hit. She ain't like that."
"She a virgin? Even better." I rubbed my hands together. Virgins had the best pussy.
"I don't know. But I ain't giving you her number."
I shot him a glare. "You a bitch. Always worrying 'bout somebody feelings and shit."
I walked away from him, out the house, and back to my all black Camaro. I got into the car and pulled out my phone and went to Jeremiah's instagram page. I knew I would find here on there somewhere.
Once I found her, I followed her and dm'd her.
@DaddyKash: What's your #?
A few moments later, Amia was requesting to follow me. After I accepted her request, she dm'd me back.
@AmiaTheGoddess: For what?
@DaddyKash: Because I want to talk to you.
Amia sent back her number and before I called her, I texted Jeremiah.
Kash: Got her number, bitch.
I started the car, connected my phone to the bluetooth in my car and called Amia.
"Hello?" She answered as I backed out of the driveway.
"Wassup?"
"Why you want to talk to me?" She asked.
"You got questions for me don't you?" I said, thinking of all the questions she was asking me last night.
"No. I was just making conversation with you last night."
"You didn't have to though," I smirked. "You could have walked away. There was a reason you stayed to talk to me."
"Because you said you didn't want to be there, so I decided to be nice and keep you company."
"And what's the real reason?" I asked.
"And what's the real reason why you calling me?" She replied.
"Alright, I'll be honest with you." I said. "I'm tryna fuck."
There was a silence on her end of the phone. "Stop playing."
"I'm serious."
"You not getting shit from me."
I chuckled. "Alright, well, let me take you out this weekend."
"I'm busy this weekend." She stated.
"Alright, well, hit my line when you not busy." I said about to hang up.
"Wait." She called.
"Yeah?"
"This Saturday, any time is fine with me."
"I thought you was busy this weekend?" I asked with a smile.
"You taking me out Saturday or what?"
"Yeah, I'll text you."
"Alright." She said and hung up.
I locked my phone and sped down the road. Jeremiah still lived with ma and she insisted on living in the middle of nowhere. I don't think I've ever seen a car on this road.
I had recently bought a house not too far from them, but a little closer to civilization. I pulled into my driveway, turned off my car, and went to my door. Once I unlocked the door and walked inside, my bulldog, Bree, ran up to me.
I got Bree as a birthday gift for my then-girlfriend, but she was scared of her. Then she said it was either her or Bree, and I chose Bree.
"Chill out, B." I said and sat down on my couch. I turned on the television and went straight to Chiller to watch a movie "Yo, B. Come here."
Bree hopped up on the couch next to me and laid her head in my lap. I pulled out my phone and went to Amia's instagram page and showed Bree. "She bad ain't she?"
Bree wasn't even paying me any attention as she was slowing falling asleep in my lap. "Bree!" I yelled making her jump up. "Get away from me with that shit. You know damn well I don't let you sleep on me." I gently pushed her away and she growled at me. I laughed, "Don't bite the hand that feed you. I'll kick your ass out my house. Don't play with me."
Bree barked at me this time. I picked her up off the couch and put her on the floor. "Don't be surprised when it ain't no food in your bowl tomorrow." I said to her as she walked away. "Bitch."
I kicked my shoes off and laid on the couch. Bree had me so pissed that I couldn't even enjoy the movie.
