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  Seeing the smile on Rita's face Jayla grabbed her own cell phone and texted her sister: You going to hell, Ms. Stella got her groove back...IN THE HOOD. LOL.

  Retrieving the text, Rita couldn't help but snicker; then she powered her phone off and slipped it back in her purse.

  After service, Jayla, Chastity and Rita all met up for dinner at Rita's house. Since it was her Sunday to cook she had prepared a roast. She also made baked macaroni and cheese and corn on the cob.

  “Ti-Ti, the food is off the chain!” Chastity said with a full mouth, she hadn't eaten breakfast and after all that drinking she had done the night before, she was starving. “The kids with Joshua this weekend?” she asked.

  “Yup,” Rita said.

  “Bump all that,” Jayla entered the kitchen, interrupting their conversation. “I wanna know if you hit Hood Passion last night, and was it good to you?” she asked.

  “Not Hood Passion, Thug Passion,” Chastity corrected her while laughing.

  “Hood Passion, Thug Passion, or whatever! I just wanna know before Jacob comes back with Tanisha,” Jayla said ready for the goods. Tanisha was Jacob’s four year old daughter and Jayla absolutely adored her.

  “You are so fucking nosy, Jayla and no, we didn't have sex,” she said laughing and fixing herself a plate of food.

  “I don't believe you!” Jayla said, nodding. “This trick blushing and shit too!”

  “I don't believe her either,” Chastity added with a suspicious look.

  Hearing the front door open and close immediately ended their conversation, knowing that Jacob had returned with his daughter. Jayla ran into the living room to hug and make a big fuss over Tanisha as she always did.

  In the middle of small talk, Jayla stormed into the kitchen with the cordless phone in her hand. “Rita, some mad bitch is on the phone for you,” Jayla huffed. “And you better tell this hoe something too, cause we don't mind riding on punk bitches either…BITCH!” Jayla yelled into the mouthpiece of the phone before passing it to Rita.

  Rita looked at the phone with a confused look on her face, then grabbed it out of Jayla’s hand. “Hello!” she yelled into the phone with an attitude.

  “Look here you uppity, old, thirsty trilling ass bitch! Stay yo ass the fuck away from my man!” an unfamiliar voice yelled through the phone.

  “Yo man?” Rita asked completely dumbfounded. She had been divorced for a year and didn't have a man. “Who the fuck is your man? And bitch if he was yo man then why the fuck are you calling me?”

  Chastity stood up. “What the fuck?” She was curious as to who was on the line.

  “Look here, bitch,” the lady yelled back. ”Like I said...stay the fuck away from my nigga, Ken Loc, bitch!” Then she hung up the phone.

  Rita put the phone down then said, “Wow, this bitch called me about Kenneth…how the fuck she get my number?” Rita asked out loud.

  “See,” Jayla said pointing her finger in mid-air. “I knew that roughneck was up to no good!”

  “Already...and you just met him last night?” Chastity said.

  “Exactly, Chastity,” Jayla agreed, then directed her attention back to Rita. “You need to call that fool and let his ass know that you ain't about that bullshit!”

  With a look of authority on her face, Rita said, “No, what you need to do is get your finger out my face and calm the fuck down, Jayla Mona. I know how to handle my shit, little big sister...so check yaself and have a seat!” Rita told her.

  Chastity laughed inside, she always got a good kick out off Rita checking Jayla, since she thought she ran everything.

  Jayla took her tone down a few notches and asked, “Well what did she say, sister? And quit tripping, I know you can handle yo shit...I was just saying.”

  “Yeah what did she say, Ti-Ti?” Chastity wanted to know too. “You know I get out there with the best of'em, it’s whatever, we can handle that bitch if need be.” Chastity was protective over Rita and would take off anybody's head for her.

  “That trick better ask about us!” Jayla laughed and gave Chastity dap.

  Rita put her hand on her hip; then snapped her neck. “She was talking about bitch stay away from my man, and that I've been warned.”

  “She got you all the way f-ed up,” Chastity said out of respect for Rita. She slipped up at times and cursed, but for the most part she tried to give Rita the utmost respect...she was like a big sister/mother to her.

  “Obviously so does Mr. Thug passion,” Jayla announced looking in Chastity’s direction. “Talking about he’s single...but why he got bitches calling my sister’s house then?” she added.

  “That’s just what I would like to know?” Rita said then headed up the stairs to her bedroom. She wanted to call Kenneth and talk to him in private. Following her up the stairs was Jayla and Chastity bumping their gums about the entire situation.

  Once Rita stepped in her bedroom door entrance she told her sister and niece that she would like to speak to Kenneth in private then closed her door. Without words, both girls put their ears to the door to listen.

  Rita dialed Kenneth's cell phone then waited for an answer. After the fourth ring her call was forwarded to his voice mail. Rita ended the call then sighed, fuck it, he ain't my man no way, then she stood up and headed to her bedroom door. The second she reached for the doorknob, her cell phone rang...it was Kenneth.

  “Hello,” Rita answered after the second ring.

  “Just missed yo call, sweetheart...tell me something good,” he said in a deep seductive tone.

  His voice was so mesmerizing; Rita had to fight hard to hold her smile back. “Looks like one of your women got hold of my number and called my house threatening me...and wow, didn't I just meet you last night?” she asked him.

  “Wait, hold up...somebody called you?” he asked puzzled.

  “I didn't stutter,” Rita said feeling an attitude coming on.

  “Well I can assure you that I don't have a woman and that I'm not in any type of committed relationship with anybody. Matter of fact, if you have caller ID, get the number and call her back so I can check her ass!” Kenneth said happy to have found some type of resolution. He was interested in Rita and didn't want to mess-up his chances up with her.

  “No, that’s ok, you don't have to call anybody with me on the phone, you owe me nothing, but I will give you the number.” Rita began to flick through the caller ID.

  Invading Rita's privacy, Jayla cracked open her bedroom door whispering, “She called from a blocked number, Ree,” then she closed her door.

  Nosy bitch Rita thought shaking her head in disapproval. “Looks like she called from a blocked number,” she told him.

  “Look, I know you probably don't believe me, but I'm single, sweetheart and that's the truth. I have no reason to lie to you...like you said we did just meet last night. So, honestly whoever that was that called your phone was probably a groupie.”

  “A groupie?” Rita laughed, this guy must really think I'm some type of fool she thought.

  “Yeah a groupie,” he repeated. “You see how they were all over me, calling my name and shit at Roscoe's last night?”

  Rita reflected on the previous night, then agreed. “Yeah you’re right, those females were practically throwing the pussy at you, but that still doesn't explain how this chick got my number. So moving forward you may wanna keep your groupies in check, and up out of you phone, because I gave my number to you... not her!” she shot sarcastically.

  Kenneth laughed. “Yeah you’re right, and now that you mentioned it, I did take my little sister Michelle and her homegirls out to breakfast this morning. And one of they asses probably got a hold of my phone when I went to the restroom,” he said. “And her little homegirls do be throwing the pussy at a nigga too...kinda like how you was throwing it at me last night.” He smiled hoping to change the topic.

  Rita couldn't help but to laugh herself. “Yeah, and yo little young ass was too afraid to get it,” she shot back.

  “Never afraid,” he chuckled. “I just wanted to give you a chance to think about what you were getting yourself into.”

  Rita laughed. “Yeah...I bet, big talk. I'm a firm believer in action speaking louder than words...don't you agree?” she asked, biting her bottom lip.

  Kenneth smiled. “I like you, Rita, you’re a very interesting woman and I would love to cook dinner for you and invite you over to my place tonight.” He only invited her over so that she would be convinced that he was single man.

  Feeling her pussy throb, Rita pressed down on her pulsating clit through her pants. “Sure, I would love to see you again, and have dinner with you.” She wanted nothing more than to rip his clothes off and take him on a test ride called Re Re coaster...she was known for giving one hell of a ride.

  “Cool, I'll text you the directions to my house, is eight o'clock alright for you?” he asked.

  “Eight is perfect.”

  “See you then, Sweetheart.”

  “You sure will,” Rita purred into the phone then hung up.

  The second Rita ended the call, Jayla busted in her room. “No, this bitch didn't just set up a muthafucking booty call date right after this nigga bitch just called up over here threatening you. Wow, Rita!”

  “Get yours, Ti-Ti. You deserve it; you ain't had none in how long?” Chastity asked.

  “Twelve months and nine days, babygirl, and trust me this pussy is a ticking time bomb, ready to explode!” Seeing Jayla's mouth hangin wide open, Rita teased, “Now close yo mouth, Jayla...a fly might get up in there!”

  Rita shot past Jayla to go back downstairs. She needed to have a drink on that note.

  **********

  Dressed in a tight pair of jeans, black leather thigh high boots, red bra, and a short fitted leather j
acket, Rita set her house alarm then left out. She was anxious about seeing Kenneth again and even more excited about the thought of him breaking her off. Arriving in West Los Angeles, Rita made a left on Kenneth's street, parked her car then walked to the second house on the lot as she had been instructed to do, then she knocked on the door.

  “Who is it?” a female’s voice yelled from behind the door before opening it up. The lady standing before Rita appeared to have been no older than twenty-two, and possessed the looks of a black Barbie. She was light brown complexioned, with blonde hair, green contacts, hot pink lipstick adorned her lips and she wore very little clothing. “I'm, Rita, Kenneth is expecting me,” Rita said nervously. She wasn't expecting him to have any company, and was actually expecting to spend some alone time with him.

  “Kenneth, huh?” The girl laughed. “Ken Loc! Ms. Rita is at the door for you?” she yelled to him.

  “Let her in!” he yelled back.

  “Come on in, Ms. Rita,” the girl said as she smiled and cleared the path for her to enter.

  “Rita is fine,” Rita said looking her up and down just as she had done her.

  Walking in the room, Kenneth smiled. “Hey sweetheart,” he said checking Rita's outfit out. “I see you've met my ghetto ass sister, Michelle AKA The Nickerson Barbie.” He laughed. “And her and her homegirl were just getting ready to leave,” he assured her after seeing the look on her face.

  Michelle chuckled. “Ain't nobody tryna kick it with you, fool.” She looked Rita over once more and then she sashayed out of the room.

  Kenneth grabbed Rita's hand. “Come on in and have a seat, sweetheart, I'll pour you a glass of champagne. Dinner will be done shortly.” After directing her to the living room couch he disappeared into the kitchen.

  Looking around, Rita was impressed with the layout of the living room. The plush black couches, the navy blue oval pillows and a wall mounted aquarium filled with exotic salt water fish sat perfectly behind the couch. The antique glass tables gave the room a classic edge. On the wall was a sixty inch flat screen TV, and beautiful art work.

  “Nice place,” Rita complimented when Kenneth reentered the room with two glasses and a bottle of champagne in hand.

  “Thank you, sweetheart, and you're looking good enough to make a nigga wanna skip dinner and go straight to dessert.” His eyes were roaming all over Rita's fierce body.

  Smiling with her eyes, Rita took a sip of her champagne. “Thank you...Ken Loc.”

  Locking eyes with Rita, Kenneth thought, damn, this woman is a straight up freak!

  “We up outta here, Ken! Where the keys at?” Michelle asked stepping directly in front of the two with her hand out.

  Rita scooted back on the couch to add some space in-between her face and Michelle's waist. Rita's face read, this little rude bitch right here!

  Seeing that, Michelle chuckled then rolled her eyes.

  Seconds later, Michelle's friend Kasey walked into the living room, throwing her purse over her shoulder; then she focused in on Kenneth and his lady friend. “So is this the lady you've been making this big deal about, cooking dinner, and popping bottles of Mo and shit for, Ken Loc?” Kasey sighed then stepped in to get a closer look at Rita. “Oh my bad my nigga. I thought you were sleeping on me, but it's clear that you’re into older women,” she concluded. Then she headed to the door to wait on Michelle.

  Kenneth shook his head at her. “Yeah, I stepped my game up from little ghetto girls, to grown ass women with class that know how to act in public,” he shot back.

  Rita chuckled, then grabbed her glass of champagne and raised it. “I'll drink to that.”

  Kasey rolled her eyes at both Kenneth and Rita, then left.

  Michelle nodded. “Now why you had to go and hurt the girls feelings, Ken Loc? You know that girl is head over hills in love with you,” she teased.

  “That ratchet mess better get lost, and you better be careful in my truck,” he warned her.

  “Please, I'm G to this,” Michelle said, then she too left.

  Once the door closed Rita chuckled. “Damn you really have groupies...wow!” She nodded her head then took another gulp of her champagne.

  “Does that really surprise you?” he teased, as he began to play with her fingertips.

  “My day was alright, church, dinner with family and now you,” she said, allowing their fingers to intertwine. Looking into each other's eyes Rita asked, “Why does it feel like I've known you for a million years?”

  “Because we have chemistry and because I'm trying real hard to make you like me.” He took a swallow of his champagne. “Is it working?”

  Rita went in for a kiss; she just had to taste his lips again. “It's really working,” she said in between breaths. “You make me crazy.” Rita took Kenneth's glass from his hand then climbed on top of him. “I want you so bad,” she moaned.

  “Do you really? Or do you just wanna fuck me?” He pulled her by her ponytail to separate her from his lips and look in her eyes when she answered him.

  Hot and bothered, Rita purred, “Because I want to fuck you and get to know you better.” Then she hungrily raced back to his lips.

  “Well I guess that's gonna have to wait until after dinner.” He pecked her lips once more and stood up and made his way back to the kitchen.

  Rita had climaxed twice just kissing and grinding on Kenneth. Smiling to herself, she stood up and took her jeans and jacket off. When Kenneth returned holding two plates of food in his hand, he found Rita standing in his living room partially naked. She lay with only her thigh high boots, red thong and bra on.

  “DAYUM!” Kenneth said in a loud whisper. “I see you don't take no for an answer, huh?” He was amazed at how fit and toned her body was, and the vagina print in her thong suggested that she had a fat pussy.

  “What did I do? You told me to get comfortable so I did,” she purred.

  Kenneth put both plates down on the dining room table and pulled a chair out for Rita to sit. Rita took her place at the table then Kenneth pushed her seat in.

  After Rita blessed her food she said, “This lasagna looks delicious.”

  Kenneth laughed at her.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “Watching you pray at my dinner table damn there butt naked.”

  “Gotta bless what I'm putting in my body.” Then she took a bite of the lasagna.

  “So tell me...what do you do for a living, Rita?” He didn't make it his business to fuck with broke or uneducated women, and from the second he laid eyes on her he knew she had bank.

  “I'm a journalist, I write for a few hot magazines and I'm in the process of launching my very own magazine.”

  Kenneth nodded. “That’s what’s up, baby, go hard or go home.”

  Rita smiled. “I'm trying. “So what do you do for a living?”

  “Nothing fancy. Just drive trucks.”

  “You’re a truck driver?” Rita asked with an amused look.

  “Yeah, why, what’s so funny?” he asked her wanting in on the joke.

  “I seriously stereotyped you. Why did I think you were like a drug dealer, kingpin or something?” Recovering from laughter she said, “I'm happy that you’re an honest working man.”

  “Now what if you would have fucked me and found out that I was a drug dealer later, would you have still been interested in me?”

  He had totally caught her off guard with that question. Rita cleared her throat. “Well I don't know.”

  “Be honest,” he said.

  “Honestly...no,” she replied sharply.

  “So let me get this straight. You really never had any intentions on getting to know me, but more so to get over here and fuck me, right?”

  “Ok, you've busted me,” Rita said wiping her mouth with a dinner napkin. “Let me just be honest wit you, Kenneth…”

  He cut her off. “Yeah, let's do that for starters,” he said giving her his full attention.

  “I haven't fucked in over a year, and after hanging out with you, yes clearly my mind had been on sex. And yes I came here to fuck you. And if I would have later found out that you were a drug dealer then, yes, that would have ended this whole little thingy that we have going on here!”

  Disappointed by how the night was playing out, Rita stood up. “I guess it's time for me to go.” She didn't know what it was that Kenneth was trying to get or wanted from her but all she wanted at that moment was to get laid.