Aviare understood that Sonnet was his sister and not his parent, but he still felt that she should at least try to help him out seeing as she was all he had outside of Aintee Maven, especially since she was sitting in the lap of luxury.
As he looked around at the ruins of the neighborhood and the crackheads begging on almost every corner, it once again reinforced his desire to sling dope. Aviare was smart enough to know that it wasn’t a life that he would easily be able to shake once he got into it but a poor black kid growing up in the hood didn’t have many options when it came to making money.
Each time his foot sank into the wet grass he cringed at the moisture that found its way inside his holey Air Force Ones. He bobbed his head to the music coming from the rides of the hustlers that cruised the block.
If only I could be like that. All my troubles would be over. I could have enough money to pay for school and help Aintee Maven out, he thought.
One thing that was for certain, he didn’t blame Sonnet one bit for not wanting to come back to the stench of poverty. He did however blame her for leaving him behind. You would have thought that growing up on welfare cheese and powdered eggs would have been enough to humble anyone and keep them grounded once they made it, but not Sonnet. Her head was so far in the clouds that she couldn’t see anything but money. And if a nigga (family or not) wasn’t talking about how she could get more of it she didn’t have nothing for them.
“Aye man you got a quarter?”
“Nah man…” Aviare responded to one of the bums that hung outside of Scottie’s.
Aviare circled the snack isle three times trying to figure out what he could get for the measly $1.39 that he had in his pocket. He picked up a bag of .99-cent chips then sat them back down.
“Damn this Snicker is looking good.”
It killed him that he didn’t even have enough money to grab some basic junk food. One by one he turned up and down the aisles as the clerk watched him on the camera. It wasn’t uncommon for kids to steal anything they could get their hands on, even food. For that reason Scottie had cameras positioned at every angle.
“Buy something or get the hell out of here,” the clerk mumbled as she watched the young boy on the TV screen.
Little to her knowledge someone had overheard her.
“Y’all don’t let a lil’ nigga catch a break do y’all? Ain’t nobody trying to steal shit outta this run down muthafucka’,” a deep voice responded.
“Excuse me?” the Middle Eastern woman replied.
The man didn’t answer; instead he walked down the aisle where Aviare was finally settling on a few small bags of chips. He figured he would spend the rest in penny candy.
“Hey lil’ man what you lookin’ for?”
The man’s voice startled Aviare. He was slightly relieved to see it was the man who had helped him the night Granny got sick.
“Hey wassup man? Trying to get me some grub.”
“You got enough?” the man asked, sensing that he didn’t.
“Yeah I’m good.”
“Nah you ain’t man…. go ‘head and get whatever you want. I got you.”
Aviare knew that he shouldn’t be taking money for someone he didn’t know but no matter how much he declined the man insisted.
Once they made it to the register the man peeled a hundred dollar bill from his stack and slid it under the bullet-proof glass while eyeballing the clerk.
“Thanks again man.” Aviare grinned from ear to ear while firmly gripping his bag of snacks.
“It ain’t nothing man, come on I’ll give you a ride.”
Aviare could barely wait till he got in the car before he ripped open the bag of chips and crammed a handful in his mouth.
“Damn lil nigga you putting a hurtin’ on them chips,” The man chuckled, causing Aviare to stop eating out of embarrassment. As he looked at Aviare it reminded him of himself at that age and he felt bad for teasing him.
“They call me Ace, what’s your name lil’ man?”
“Aviare….,” he responded after taking a swig of his fruit juice.
“How yo’ Granny doing? Did y’all get to the hospital in time?”
Aviare looked down and tried to hold back his tears, “she died.”
“That’s messed up, sorry to hear that man. This yo’ crib right?”
“Yeah this me….” Aviare sniffed and wiped his eyes before thanking Ace for the snacks and the ride home.
Aintee Maven had been impatiently waiting for his return. She had been watching out of the front window when she saw him get out of the stranger’s car.
“Boy you done had me worried sick about you. Don’t leave outta here at this time of night again,” she scolded.
“This time of night? It’s only 7:00” Aviare rolled his eyes as he took off his jacket.
“Don’t give me no lip boy. It’s still dark outside. And whose car was that I saw you get out of?”
“That’s Ace.”
“We don’t know nothing about no Ace? Is he one of them drug boys from over on the next block?” she asked as she paced the floor with folded arms.
“What if he is?”
“Aviare you know I don’t play that. I don’t want you hanging around that crowd, do you hear me?”
Aviare pretended not to hear what she was saying; instead he continued to take off his wet shoes and sat them by the door on the mat.
“Boy, do you hear me talking to you?”
“Ace was the only one who helped me when Granny got sick? Do you know how many doors I knocked on?”
“That’s all well and good, but I don’t want you hanging around his type, you understand?”
“Yes ma’am…..”
“Good now go on and get washed up for dinner.”
Chapter 20 – Make It Rough
“That’s right suck that dick” Tyler moaned as he grabbed Sonnet’s hair in both hands. He held her head in place while he fucked her mouth causing her to gag each time the tip of his dick grazed her tonsils.
Damn I can’t believe I’m going out like this, Sonnet thought a she struggled to wrap her lips around Tyler’s ten-inch bat.
Her plan was for them to eat the gourmet carry out she ordered, give him some pussy to tide him over, and then get back to the business at hand, making money. She wanted to learn everything there was to know about investing so she didn’t have to depend on him every time she wanted to hit some switches in the financial world. However that was a far cry from what actually went down.
After Tyler showed her the check for the money he had made for her, they made small talk for a few moments before he jumped right into action. He was all over her, damn near pushing her to her knees to suck his dick.
The average nigga would have gotten cussed out for even thinking about some shit like that but Tyler was far from average. He was her ticket to the top, whatever this nigga wanted so be it.
My baby done got horny as hell waiting around for me, she thought. This nigga must have been missing me bad as hell.
Tyler’s eyes rolled back in his head as he pumped Sonnet’s mouth full of cum. Her eyes watered as she tried to accommodate his load.
“Swallow it,” he moaned as he mashed her face into his crotch.
Sonnet gagged down as much as she could before pulling away to spit out the rest and catch her breath. She couldn’t believe how much of a slut she was turning into for Tyler. Before he came along Kenterris was the only man that had that type of power over her.
After resting ‘till he regained his erection he instructed her to bend over the sofa so he could fuck her in the ass.
This nigga is trippin??
?, she cringed at the thought of giving up the ass, but she had to do whatever it took to keep him hooked.
After slipping on a rubber Tyler squeezed a glob of Astro Glide on the tip of his dick before attempting to ram it in Sonnet’s backside.
“Damn! Slow down!” she squealed. Tyler was never this rough with her. She didn’t know what came over him all of a sudden.
I’m letting this nigga blow my ass out, it damn sure betta be worth it.
Tyler eased the huge bulbous head in causing Sonnet to wince in pain. Once he got past the second sphincter muscle he rammed the full length of his meat inside of her, causing her to scream out in agony.
“You like that?” he panted as he reached around to cup her tits as they bounced up and down.
Sonnet was in torment but she didn’t want him to think she couldn’t take the dick. After all, what she wouldn’t do some other bitch would. The bottom line was she had to grin and bear it. If this is what came with the territory then so be it.
This nigga is killin’ me, she thought but she never let on.
“Yes baby… it… feels good...” she replied, choking back the tears.
Kenterris was right, this bitch will do anything for that loot, he thought as he pounded her ass over and over till he finally released for the second time.
Once they were finished Sonnet laid across the sofa on her belly, unable to lie on her back because she was too sore.
“That was kinda rough…. what came over you?” she asked sarcastically.
“I’m sorry baby. I just missed you. And you looked so sexy I just couldn’t control myself. I’ll be gentle the next time I promise,” Tyler replied as he sat down on the sofa next to her.
Sonnet had to admit that she felt some type of way about how he had just man handled her. Low key she had a major attitude, but she tried her best to hide it. As far as she was concerned her work was done and he could push on, especially since he wasn’t taking her out anywhere. She wasn’t in the mood for that sweet talking bullshit tonight.
“Don’t be mad at me baby,” Tyler whispered as he stroked her back. Imma make it up to you.”
“We going to your place the next time?” Sonnet asked hoping to get an invitation.
“Better, I’m taking you away this weekend.”
“For real?” Sonnet sat straight up, forgetting about the stabbing pain in her backside.Was this it? Was he finally about to take her on his private jet?
“Am I gon’ get the chance to ride on your jet?” she asked starry eyed.
“Not yet... I got something better in store, just wait….”
Now they were getting somewhere. If he wasn’t gon’ talk business the least he could do was set up their plans for the next time they went out.
The anger Sonnet had for Tyler earlier in the evening soon faded once she realized that he wanted her to be a part of his future. The couple ate, drank, and chatted till the wee hours of the morning. Much to Sonnet’s surprise Tyler actually wanted to stay the night. She thought for sure if they weren’t at some swanky hotel he would be in a hurry to get back to his extravagant accommodations at his own place.
I think this nigga getting sprung like all the rest.
She smiled as she watched him drift off to sleep. There was no telling what he had in store for her this weekend but whatever it was she was going to make sure she showed him how grateful she was. The gravy train was about to roll in and she wanted to take full advantage of it. If she played her cards right she would have the key to his crib in no time.
Chapter 21 – Make It Smooth
By the time the weekend rolled around not only had Sonnet completed a head to toe pamper session; she even bought herself special lingerie for the occasion.
That nigga’s nose is gon’ be wide open when he sees me in this, she thought as she admired her reflection in the full-length mirror in her bathroom. If all this good lovin’ I been puttin’ on his ass ain’t got me a key to the crib, I know this leather and fishnet will do the trick.
Once she removed the teddy and thigh highs she neatly packed them in her bag. Tyler said that he would be having his driver pick her up at about noon. It would be nice if he came to get her himself just once. Not only was she curious to see what type of car he drove; she wanted to floss and bend a few corners with her man driving. She constantly had to remind herself that this is what came with the territory. Hell if the man had enough paper to have mofo’s at his beckon call who was she to complain? If anything she needed to get use to the lifestyle of the rich and famous. Once she made her way up in his crib she knew without a doubt that she would have her own driver as well.
“Damn I sure can get use to this life….”
Sonnet tried to imagine where he could be whisking her off to. For all she knew he was really taking her to Paris and was trying to keep it as a surprise. Upon coming to this recollection she darted around the house, tearing through her extra closets trying to grab a few more outfits just in case.
“If my baby taking me to Paris I better make sure my ass is fly.”
Just as she was placing the last shoe in her bag the phone rang. A huge smile spread across her face once she saw that it was Tyler.
“Hey baby.”
“Wassup baby? You ready to roll?”
“Yep I’m packed and ready to go. I’m so excited. You got my ass over here on pins and needles!” Sonnet squealed.
“I’m not gon’ keep you waiting long. My driver will be there in less than three minutes.”
“See you in a few, bye babe!”
Before Sonnet could finish gathering all her belongings her doorbell rang. She looked out the peephole to see an older Caucasian man in a black suit and white gloves.
“Yes, can I help you?”
“Yes ma’am, I’m here to help you with your bags,” the driver responded.
“That’s the shit I’m talking about! My man is on a level these niggas can’t even comprehend on!”
When she made it to the limo she took her time getting in.
I’m stuntin’ on all these hoes, she thought as she proudly flung her freshly coifed hair over her shoulder, hoping that her neighbors were watching.
Once the driver opened the door for her she was pleasantly surprised to see that Tyler was inside. She thought for sure he was going to have her ride by herself like the last time.
The couple shared a quick peck on the lips before she was showered with roses, candy, stuffed animals, and champagne.
“Thank you so much boo, now, where we going?” Sonnet’s eyes danced like a child as she looked out of the tinted window trying to imagine what Tyler had in store for her. She was rather disappointed that not only weren’t they going to Paris; they weren’t even going out of town. The weekend end get-away was actually to another hotel in Los Angeles.
“So, this is your idea of taking me away for the weekend?” Sonnet asked ungratefully as they pulled into the parking lot. She rolled her eyes and sucked in her breath as she waited for his response. It wasn’t like she didn’t mind getting a room with him for a few days, but he shouldn’t have hyped it up to be more than it was.
“I’m sorry you aren’t pleased baby girl. But once we drop these bags off I have something that might change your mind,” Tyler replied giving her a reassuring smile.
Sonnet had to admit that this nigga did know how to have her laid out in style. The accommodations at this hotel were twice as plush as the Beverly Hilton. It almost made up for the fact that she was only a few miles from her home. Whatever he had for her it better be good, especially the way he tore her asshole up the last time they were together.
“Close your eyes and don’t peek.”
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sp; Sonnet obliged. As bad as she wanted to look she kept her eyes tightly shut as she heard Tyler open his briefcase. She stood completely still as she listened to the papers rustling around. Before she knew it she felt his hand on hers. He opened her right palm and faced it towards the ceiling before placing a piece of paper on it.
“Open your eyes.”
Sonnet screamed out once she saw that it was a check for $10,000.
“Oh my God Tyler! Is this for me?”
“Yep, it’s all yours baby girl. That’s what I turned that $3,000 into.”
“Thank you so much!”
Sonnet couldn’t believe that she was actually crying tears of joy. She threw her arms around Tyler and hugged him so tight that he thought the she was going to cut off his circulation before finally releasing her grip.
“Nothing to thank me for; that’s only a fraction of what I’ll do for my woman.”
“Your woman?” Sonnet asked as she wiped her eyes and listened intently.
“That’s right, my woman. That is if you will have me. It’s not every day a man runs across his queen. I think I have found mine. If you give me the chance, I’ll give you the world.”
He slid his hands around her waist and kissed her tenderly.
“Well…. I’m waiting for my answer.”
“Yes! I’m all yours.”
Sonnet beamed from ear to ear. She had officially nabbed her baller and wasn’t shit nobody could say about it. The saying “one door closes so another one can open” rang true in her ears tonight. She was on cloud nine and nothing or no one could bring her down.
Not only did Tyler want to be exclusive; he had made her a grip of cash. This was the biggest lick she had hit thus far. Her man came through like a champ and she wanted to thank him properly. After changing into her leather teddy and black fishnets she danced for him before putting it on him all night long. When it was all said and done, the couple never ended up leaving the room that evening.
Tyler said that he was going to make up for how he treated her the week before and he went over and beyond the call of duty. Not only was he super romantic; but he also made love to her just right that night. He was gentle when he needed to be and rough when the moment called for it. He hit all of her spots leaving her begging for more.
“The sky is the limit,” were his final words before they finally drifted off in each other’s arms.