***Ej's POV***
"But did you see that nigga working in footlocker ? Damn ! Damn ! Damn ! he was FIONE" chanel said fanning herself . We were in the car, driving back from the mall.
"Chanel he worked at footlocker ! that nigga can't do shit for you" Elle said
"But he was so fine " chanel pouted. i rolled my eyes at her dramatic ass. Elle laughed and shook her head.
"Do you ever shut the fuck up about niggas ?" i ased
She screwed her face up at me "Nigga you just mad because i'm not talking about yo high yellow ass !" she flipped her weave over her shoulder
"I got plenty of hoes on standby right now so trust me when i say i don't give a fuck about you ! Aye... but i do know the perfect nigga for you though "
"For real ? ooh what's his name ? is he fine ? he got money ? " she asked excitedly
"Yeah his name is Dasani"
"Dasani who ?"
"Dasani water, cuz yo ass stay thirsty !"
Chanel's face fell and she flicked me off. Elle was laughing so hard she had tears going down her face.
"Fuck you Ej !" she yelled
"All you have to do is ask" i smirked at her. I really couldn't stand her hoe ass. I don't know why the hell my sister liked her so much. All she did was talk about niggas she'd never get and eat all the damn food in my refridgerator. Don't get me wrong, Chanel was fine as hell but she wasn't my type. If my sister didn't love her, i probably would have fucked and ducked her ass by now.
"Ej that was mean" Elle pinched my arm
"OW bitch what the hell !" I yelled at her. That shit hurt, she almost made me swerve off the road !
"Stop whining like a lil bitch ! i didn't even pinch you that hard !"
"Those bear claws you call nails fucking hurt !" i complained
"Bitch don't talk about my nails !" she yelled at me
"I'm the one paying for those mother fuckers so i'll say whatever the hell i want !"
"Nigga shut up ! I don't need you to pay for shit. I could get my nails done for free just because i'm THAT bitch" She flipped her curly hair and smirked
"Whatever little girl, get your wanna be thug ass out my car and take this kenya moore look alike with you before i shoot her ass and forget to miss" i said pulling up outside our building
"Bitch stop calling me little ! you must have forgotten i'm older than by ten minutes"
"And kenya moore is a bad bitch so thanks for the compliment boo !" chanel put her two cents in
"Whatever just get out my car because i have somewhere to be !"
"Bye nigga and don't come home unless you bring some strawberry cheesecake icecream with you"
"Aite lil nigga i got you," i said
"Okay be safe" she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and then her chanel got out the car. I had one of my bodygaurds make sure they got in safely then i pulled off.
I entered the tall building and headed straight for the elevator. They knew me by name in here so i didn't have to waste time dealing with a recptionist.
I got on the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor and waited. Three minutes later, the elevator dinged and i got off.
I walked down the hall to the corner office and knocked on the door four times
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All the Way Home (Editing soon)
General FictionElijah aka EJ Banks runs the biggest drug empire in Miami. He's the guy that every nigga wants to be and every bitch wants to be with. He went from selling crack just for a meal to riding in a different car every day of the week. Despite all the mon...
