Love Will Lead You Back Read Online Free
Author: Tina J.
hangover, but I'm good."
"That sucks. So I guess that means you're stuck inside today."
"I didn't have any plans anyway, so it's ok."
"That's good to hear. Do you think you can hang it out with me at the courts? It's supposed to be 70 degrees today, and we all meeting up for a game."
"Ugh. Sure. What time, and can I bring my sister?" She was shaking her head no. He told me to bring her and to meet them around two. I put on some black leggings, a red sweater, and some riding boots. My sister wore some jeans that were torn in certain spots, a tight black shirt that showed a little cleavage, and some ankle boots. She cursed me out the entire way for inviting her. We pulled my black Porsche truck in one of the parking spots. It was beyond packed.
"I'm not staying long. It's too many niggas, and you know that means bullshit." Spring said stepping out.
My sister and I loved thug niggas; even though we were lawyers, that was what we wanted. It was something about their swag and how they put it down in the bedroom. Well, some of them anyway. There was a hot dog cart out, so she and I both grabbed a soda and chips. There were a few seats open on the bleachers in front of some chicks.
Spring and I knew better so we stood against the fence watching. Monty was on the court and smiled when he noticed me. Monty was almost a twin of Trey Songs. Even his smile was just as perfect. He came over to where we stood and leaned over me.
"You look good, Ma." The way the sweat was dripping on his body had me wishing I were under him.
"Thanks."
"Not too much to say today without the liquor, huh?" He started laughing.
"Ha, ha, ha. Whatever."
"Your smile is contagious." He told me smiling and reaching in for a kiss. I backed away a bit, because it seemed like all eyes were on us. "Girl, come here." His pointer finger lifted my chin, and he planted a soft kiss on my lips. "My tongue misses you. We need to set up a play date for them." He bounced the ball in front of him.
"That's cute. Where did you get that line from?"
"It's no line, baby girl. I'm going to always be straight with you. And I like kissing you, too." He placed another one on my cheek and went back to finish his game.
"Ugh, his tongue misses you. I have never heard that." Spring said grinning. Her facial expression changed which made me turn around. Some dusty looking chick was walking towards us.
"How long have you been messing with Monty?" I looked her up and down before I laughed. "I don't see anything funny." This girl had nothing on me in the looks department. Her clothes seemed decent, but her ratchetness showed as soon as she opened her mouth.
"Sweetie, no one over here messes with him."
"Well, sweetie." She mocked me. "That's my man. I don't take kind to chicks coming in my territory trying to take what's mine." Her arms were folded and her neck was swinging.
"You can have your man. I'm just here just like the rest of these people watching a game."
"I've never seen you here before."
"Oh, you know everyone here?"
"I didn’t say that."
"Then, how do you know if I ever been here or not?"
"Bourgeois bitches don't come on this side of town. Does that answer your question?" She started getting loud.
"Bourgeois. Why am I bourgeois? Is it because I drive a nice car, or because my shoes cost more than your outfit? You probably think my eyes are fake, and that I think I'm better than you."
"That about sums it up."
"Let me tell you something, and listen clearly so I don't have to repeat myself. Don't let my expensive taste fool you. I’ve been waiting to bring my ghettoness out for a while. It's bitches like you that can't stand to see another woman more successful than her. Honey, I came from the projects just like the next chick; the only difference is I made it out. So don't downplay how hard I worked to get where I am, because you sit at home on your lazy ass waiting for a nigga to take care of you. Newsflash boo; it's 2016… a man
"That sucks. So I guess that means you're stuck inside today."
"I didn't have any plans anyway, so it's ok."
"That's good to hear. Do you think you can hang it out with me at the courts? It's supposed to be 70 degrees today, and we all meeting up for a game."
"Ugh. Sure. What time, and can I bring my sister?" She was shaking her head no. He told me to bring her and to meet them around two. I put on some black leggings, a red sweater, and some riding boots. My sister wore some jeans that were torn in certain spots, a tight black shirt that showed a little cleavage, and some ankle boots. She cursed me out the entire way for inviting her. We pulled my black Porsche truck in one of the parking spots. It was beyond packed.
"I'm not staying long. It's too many niggas, and you know that means bullshit." Spring said stepping out.
My sister and I loved thug niggas; even though we were lawyers, that was what we wanted. It was something about their swag and how they put it down in the bedroom. Well, some of them anyway. There was a hot dog cart out, so she and I both grabbed a soda and chips. There were a few seats open on the bleachers in front of some chicks.
Spring and I knew better so we stood against the fence watching. Monty was on the court and smiled when he noticed me. Monty was almost a twin of Trey Songs. Even his smile was just as perfect. He came over to where we stood and leaned over me.
"You look good, Ma." The way the sweat was dripping on his body had me wishing I were under him.
"Thanks."
"Not too much to say today without the liquor, huh?" He started laughing.
"Ha, ha, ha. Whatever."
"Your smile is contagious." He told me smiling and reaching in for a kiss. I backed away a bit, because it seemed like all eyes were on us. "Girl, come here." His pointer finger lifted my chin, and he planted a soft kiss on my lips. "My tongue misses you. We need to set up a play date for them." He bounced the ball in front of him.
"That's cute. Where did you get that line from?"
"It's no line, baby girl. I'm going to always be straight with you. And I like kissing you, too." He placed another one on my cheek and went back to finish his game.
"Ugh, his tongue misses you. I have never heard that." Spring said grinning. Her facial expression changed which made me turn around. Some dusty looking chick was walking towards us.
"How long have you been messing with Monty?" I looked her up and down before I laughed. "I don't see anything funny." This girl had nothing on me in the looks department. Her clothes seemed decent, but her ratchetness showed as soon as she opened her mouth.
"Sweetie, no one over here messes with him."
"Well, sweetie." She mocked me. "That's my man. I don't take kind to chicks coming in my territory trying to take what's mine." Her arms were folded and her neck was swinging.
"You can have your man. I'm just here just like the rest of these people watching a game."
"I've never seen you here before."
"Oh, you know everyone here?"
"I didn’t say that."
"Then, how do you know if I ever been here or not?"
"Bourgeois bitches don't come on this side of town. Does that answer your question?" She started getting loud.
"Bourgeois. Why am I bourgeois? Is it because I drive a nice car, or because my shoes cost more than your outfit? You probably think my eyes are fake, and that I think I'm better than you."
"That about sums it up."
"Let me tell you something, and listen clearly so I don't have to repeat myself. Don't let my expensive taste fool you. I’ve been waiting to bring my ghettoness out for a while. It's bitches like you that can't stand to see another woman more successful than her. Honey, I came from the projects just like the next chick; the only difference is I made it out. So don't downplay how hard I worked to get where I am, because you sit at home on your lazy ass waiting for a nigga to take care of you. Newsflash boo; it's 2016… a man
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