Maybe for the Summer

by Aubreé Pynn

“I ain’t fuckin’ fire it though. And I could’ve lit that bitch up. But I didn’t. See… that’s growth shit.”

“Either way, Lucci,” Pepper sighed, getting back to the point of the call. “When we signed you, we told you to keep your nose clean. This isn’t keeping your nose clean.”

“Well, I’ve lived long enough to know that nothing snatched away is ever a loss.

We’ve been in the red for years and while the client your with this weekend is paying well, it’s one client not ten. Unless you can get this client to become a permanent situation, we have to figure something out.”

Forced proximity

“Julius,” he corrected. “Or Jules. You, Ms. Day, call me one of those. That Lucci nigga don’t exist here.”

“The women who were raised to be good girls always end up with gangstas. The roses that grew out the concrete. The overlooked. Clean them up and elevate them. Enjoy the ride, Day. I got to say, it’s been the most rewarding journey of my life,”

“Who’s the designer? You know I rep the set and can’t just put anything on my body.”

Gang gang 😝♿️

“What side do I let my flag swing?” Daysha huffed and folded her arms over her chest. “The left side.”

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Every time she stepped in front of him between shots, the stress on his shoulders began to drop.

“I got my heart tatted just in case the game try to steal it. Told my niggas to cut it off me if I ever betray the set. Tryin’ to do my best. Show my niggas a different way, but I’m trapped.”

“You think you’re leaving this here?” Bebe asked with a chortle. “For someone with a masters, you’re acting a little slow.”

Daysha was a woman who required more – depth, love, patience, respect. And oddly enough, Julius wanted to study, research, and understand exactly how to be that. Because another man having what she possessed and mishandling it would drive him crazy.

“And you can’t run off when that bull starts bulling, you got to step in, sink your heels in or the soles on your little designer sneakers and talk to that nigga. That’s the nigga only we get to see. The more he’s gone off you, the more that bull is gonna pop out. So prepare yourself to stay if you staying. If not, don’t hype us up to let us down.”

“Again. You aren’t letting him touch you again. I know dick imprint when I see it. Ohh, soft love from a roughneck nigga is literally the best.”

He was teetering on the edge of making a home out of her. But before he did, he needed to know if his heart was safe in her garden. If he watered her soil, would she protect what they made.

“Butterfly?” Julius nodded. “Yeah, adding beauty to everything you land on. Got me trying to be your garden and shit.”

Whether she accepted it or not, she was now his manager. Her presence made his world spin around. She muted her call and moved the phone from her ear. “Everything is ready for

“Whew, that dick got you saying shit,” Bebe huffed. “Alright, don’t make me say I told you so.”

Should have hung up on those hoes.

But their voices of doubts were trying to invade her mind, and it was creating small blackholes of uncertainty.

Never tell ur business

“B. Janae, move,” Julius gritted. “Look at you. Changing. For her? But with me you were scum? Huh? How is that right? I killed my baby for you,” B. Janae shouted pushing him backward.

A man hates a woman that would want his seed dead.

“You did that. Everything you did and put on me are demons you have to carry and skeletons you have to acknowledge. You and me are done. Now, get the fuck out of my way.”

“Until the life leaves my body, I’m with you. And even then, you got my soul anchored to you. Locked in, Butterfly.”

Leaning into the casket, Julius whispered, “You don’t deserve any of this shit. This was for your momma. She’ll never know what kind of snake you were. Rest in hell, nigga.”