A Gangster's Girl Read Free

a gated backyard. Parked in the driveway was a black Honda Accord with dark tinted windows and an older model Maxima. I was silently praying that the Honda was his. He quickly ran inside and emerged with a Nieman Marcus bag.
    â€œYou’s ’bout a size six, right?”
    â€œYeah,” I responded.
    â€œAnd a European shirt forty-two?”
    â€œUh-huh,” I said as he tossed the bag on my lap, nonchalantly.
    â€œWell, this is for you.”
    I opened it, peeking inside, and then smiled a smile so broad that it showed all thirty-two of my pearly whites. It was my favorite—Versace! He was definitely on the right track now. I leaned over and kissed his cheek.
    â€œThanks, you didn’t have to do this.”
    â€œYou right. I don’t gotta do shit. I just wanted to.” He smiled. “You hungry?”
    â€œYeah, I could eat something.”
    â€œThen why are we still sitting here? Drive.” With a huge smile, he reached down and reclined his seat.
    Dinner was great. We ate at a nice little low-key seafood restaurant down by the oceanfront; it was a perfect choice since I love seafood. We ate a candlelit dinner on the deck while admiring the stars and listening to the waves and the seagulls. It was so romantic, something I was not very accustomed to.
    After eating, he suggested we take a stroll along the beach, talk a little, and get to know each other better. It seems like he only got to know me, because I did most of the talking. I was surprised that he was truly interested in things that were important to me, like my goals, school and work. I told him I graduated from high school as an honor student with an advanced studies diploma and that after high school I attended Hampton University where I received my degree in dental hygiene. He was pleased to learn that I had no kids and worked full time as a dental hygienist in a large dental clinic. When it was his turn to share, he told me that he was the youngest of three boys. He also had no kids but wanted some eventually. He was born and raised in the streets of Norfolk, repping Park Place to the fullest.
    â€œHow did you get the name Vegas?” I asked out of curiosity.
    â€œI used to be a big gambler,” he explained. “After a few big wins, my friends started calling me Vegas. Plus, I was living the lifestyle like those flamboyant niggas from Las Vegas.”
    As we continued to talk, I found out what effects my first impression had on him. He said my chestnut eyes originally mesmerized him. Then, when he saw how snappy my attitude was and how curvaceous my body was, he knew he just had to have me by his side.
    After about an hour on the beach, he asked if I wanted to stay at the oceanfront for the night. At first I was hesitant, then I thought what the hell . I didn’t want to fuck up what may be a good thing by acting like Ms. Goody-two-shoes. Shit, I had done far worse before with people I didn’t even like. So I agreed, and he chose the best hotel on the strip. He paid for the room and valet with no hesitation. Don’t call him cheap.
    Once inside the room, I took a seat in the small sitting area and flicked on the television while he showered. Emerging from the bathroom, he walked over to the Jacuzzi in the corner of the room, drew the water, and lowered his buck-naked ass inside.
    I can’t believe this guy , I thought as I admired his body through the mirrors surrounding the Jacuzzi. He had the build of a god! His ass and thighs were as firm as an NFL ball player’s, his abs were rippled, and his man parts, well, let’s just say, daaaaammmmn! It has got to be a crime!
    â€œWant to join me?” he asked. “You can wear your panties if you’re uncomfortable about getting undressed.”
    With a dick like that, nigga, I’m getting in ass naked! I thought. However, my response came out more like, “Okay, I’ll be right in. You got to try to control yourself,