V.S.O.P.: A Very Special Love Story Read Online Free

that girl like that. I guess I was feeling her just a little bit.
    I let out a sigh, as I pulled into the valet drive through and got ready to valet the car. It was only five o’clock in the afternoon and I was about to go lay down before I hit the streets.
    As I sat there waiting for a valet driver to come and park my car, my phone began to ring. I was beginning to hate this damned thing.  It stayed ringing off the hook. Everyone was starting to find out that I was back, and everyone was hitting me up.
    I looked at the caller ID, it was my homeboy, Gotti. Me and dude were like brothers before I left and there still wasn’t any love lost.  We’d been through a lot in the duration of our friendship, so it was always nice to hear from him.
    “What it do my guy!” I answered with a smirk.
    “Shit, word around town is you’re back in the city. Come have a shot with ya’ mans!” He shot back, sounding as if he already had a jumpstart on the shots.
    Honestly, I wanted to tell him that I would catch up with him some other time. But, Gotti was my pot’nah, so I decided to go see what he was talking about.
    As I was about to respond, I heard a tap on the window. I looked to my left, out of the window, to see a mid-aged foreign cat dressed in a burgundy valet get up standing there with his arms folded, looking all annoyed. I almost got pissed off.
    I had to wait for a good five minutes before he came out, so he could wait. I pressed the phone back to my ear. “Yea, I’m about to chang-”
    Man, he had a nerve to beat on the window this time. I stopped mid-sentence and turned to him, giving my coldest ice-grill.
    He threw his hands in the air, and started to talk junk. I swung my door open with the quickness and screamed on him. “If you don’t get yo’ punk ass on somewhere, it’s gone be some problems!”
    Ol’ boy got to yapping in some language that I didn’t understand. I knew that he was talking mad shit by his hand gestures, and I snapped. I hopped out of the car and jumped at him. He hauled ass like his life depended on it and all I could do was laugh.
    I was usually the calm and collected one, but the hood in me could come out real quick. I didn’t play when it came to feeling disrespected, and I would have knocked that mufucka’s  block off if he had of kept it up.
    I hopped back in my ride , and focused back on my conversation. I heard Gotti laughing threw the phone. “I know you not up there starting problems. You  need me to come through and make some noise?” He may have been laughing, but, I knew he was as serious as a heart attack. Gotti was a stone-cold killer. I knew that if I gave it the go, he would light up this hotel and that valet driver like fireworks on the fourth of July.                    
    “Nah, I’m good. I’m about to stop through. Are you still over there on Boston?”                                                
    “You know it. We having a little get together. I got some bad ones for you over here too.”
    I had to shake my head. “Look at you. Chiquita gone tap that ass!” I chuckled. Gotti’s wife was a feisty one. She didn’t take much shit.
    “You got me fucked up! I wear the pants around this ma’fucka! And besides, she out of town with her people.” Gotti shot, and we both cracked up with laughter.
    “Yea, that’s what I thought. But, I’m on my way.” I ended the conversation, pulling off. I looked through my rearview mirror and saw that same scary ass valet driver hovering over the door watching me. I decided that after tonight I would be putting the pressure on the realtor to find me a place, because I wasn’t trying to catch a body over no bull.

Renee
    I’m a fuck up. I know that’s what people think of me. I can’t stay sober, even to save my life. Yep, I just dusted off a whole half pint of Hennessy. I promise that I was only going to take one shot and that would be it. But,