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By Nikaa Kolyon

I loved him and it was wrong but it felt so right! No man had ever made me feel this way before and I couldn ' t help but want him more and more every day. See I was only 19 and Mike was 40 but I didn ' t care about his age. He took my virginity when I was 15 & I ' ve been in Love since I knew we could never be together openly and plus he had a wife. Anything we ever did was a secret and we made sure it stayed that way. He bought me a car and an apartment so we could have more ways to see each other.

Every afternoon at 5:30 he comes by after work on his way home to her. Although I know about his wife, I don ' t consider myself a side chick because we have something special that even she can ' t take. Mike is mine. I noticed I ' ve had a weird appetite lately and I ' ve been a lot more tired than usual. Which could only mean one thing... I was pregnant. Sure enough, I took a test and I was pregnant. I immediately started crying in disbelief wondering me how I would break the news to him. I didn ' t know what to do. I even considered an abortion. I dreaded telling Mike because I feared his reaction; Not knowing if he would be angry or upset. We never talked about children because we knew it was wrong but here we are. I texted Mike one day and told him to slide thru when he gets a chance.

Usually that means I need some but I had to get this off my chest. Don ' t get me wrong, we did our usual and oh didn ' t it feel wonderful. After we finished, I sat up and burst into tears. He then grabbed my hand and asked " what ' s wrong baby "? I then stopped wondering what I should say next. He told me he loved me and whatever it was, that we would get through it together. Me being me, I cried even harder. Not because I was pregnant, but because I didn ' t know whether to tell Mike that he was about to be a father, or a grandfather because Mike was my dad.

January 14, 2009 3a. m 3:02 Me: " Yo, you up?" 3:03 404-657-1098: " What ' s up Lil mama?" 3:05 Me: " I ' m tryna slide thru."

3:06 404-657-1098: " Come thru then 😏 " 3:10 Me: " Are you home?" See, this the shit that always brings me back to my past. I ' m sitting in the car with my girls outside of The Compound in Atlanta, Georgia and I ' m drunk as fuck. My name is Sumari, but my people call me Su. I ' m average height, but baby girl is thick. I inherited my curves from my fine ass mama and my hazel eyes from my handsome daddy. Pretty, blemish-free caramel skin and a sassy short cut. I have been stuck on my ex since 5th grade and I just can ' t seem to let that nigga go. If my girls knew I was drunk texting my ex they ' d be pissed at me, but I just need the dick. That ' s it. They have to understand that. I feel bad already knowing that I have Duce at the crib waiting for me, but it ' s only one dick that can make me reach my peak while I ' m in this state of mind. Duce keeps texting me asking what time will I make it home, but I just keep ignoring his messages. I ' m zoomed in and focused on getting to someone else at this drunk moment. " Girl what your drunk ass over there smiling about?" My best friend, Bre said to me. Breshay, who we call Bre has been my bestf riend since we had to beat a bitch ass in the bathroom in 6th grade. Bre was one of those girls that went through puberty early and adopted her ass and hips at the tender age of 14. My girl was the shit. She ' s 5 ' 2, pecan tan with dreads that reached the top of her booty. She ' s 5 ' 2, pecan tan with dreads that reached the top of her booty. She is the mother of the group, but no matter how bad she got on my nerves with the shit I knew she was only watching out for us all. Before I replied to her, I checked my phone again to see if Jay had text me back. He hadn ' t, but I knew he would.

" Nothing girl, but I need you to take me to get my ride from Mama Ra crib ", I finally said to her. As soon as she was about to ask why, Cas blurted out, " She about to go see Jay, watch and see this shit." My homegirl Cas laughed her ass off. Cassime, who we call Cas is the tall slender one of the group. She was 5 ' 7, slim in the waist, and absolutely gorgeous in the face. The baby of us all, but you wouldn ' t know that unless she told you so. My bitches and I have been friends since we were playing in sandboxes over on Carter Street. They were my rocks and some way they always knew when I was about to do some dumb shit. I slapped Cas on the arm and Bre hit me with that knowing smirk and said," I hope you ' re not, because Duce is really feeling you Su and you know Jay will never change his dog ass ways." I dropped my head. The rest of the ride to Mama Ra house we listened to music. As soon as Chris Brown ' s Drunk Texting came on over the radio I turned it up and sang along with him and Jhenè Aiko.“ I ' m blowing up your lineI got you on my mind And the truth is hard to find, so I ' ll be, I ' ll be drunk texting, drunk texting, drunk texting you, Drunk texting, drunk texting you. Yeah baby I ' ll be drunk texting, drunk texting, drunk texting you Drunk texting, drunk texting you”. I chuckled to myself, because Cas told me before we went out not to hit up Jamari no good ass once I started getting those drinks in my system. I should ' ve listened to her, but here I was laying in his bed naked as the day I entered this world. I woke up in a panic and it was 8:00a. m. Duce had text me 12 times and called 6. I knew he was wondering where I was at and as my high from being drunk and dicked down slowly faded away I realized that I had fucked up. I jumped up and started throwing on my clothes. As I was getting dressed, Jay rolled over. " Do you mind telling me why you rushing to put on your clothes Su?" I stared at his handsome face and that ' s when I knew that drunk text I sent was a mistake. Here I was back in the arms of the one who has hurt me the most when I have the perfect dude waiting on me, probably riding around looking for me. " Look, this was fun and all, but I have to go." I grabbed my purse and headed for the door. As I reached for the doorknob, someone knocked. There wasn ' t a peephole, so I was about to turn around and get Jay to answer his door when I heard the last voice I needed to hear. " I swear if Sumari is in here, I ' m fucking done with her man. " I stopped in my tracks and that ' s when I knew Drunk Texting was the root of all evil.

By Co Kane Sosa

" Ms. Rogers, you ' re the candidate selected for the Lead Case Manager position at Lowe Juvenile Facility. The position starts on August 13 so we ' ll see you at eight o ' clock that morning," Executive Director Marshall stated through the speakerphone.

That was the day everything changed for me, Tyshir Rogers, or Ty. I started my new job as a Lead Case Manager at one of the toughest facilities in Florida, Lowe Residential. After four years in college, I was just glad to elevate into a salaried position. I hailed from Miami, FL, home of the conniving, money hungry movement. I took the little seeds that Miami gave me and grew them into money making trees in Charlotte, North Carolina. After graduating in the top twenty percent from the Highest ranked criminal justice program in the nation, Florida University, I left Miami on the first thing flying in search of a happiness that didn’ t exist in my hometown.

Tomorrow would be my first year anniversary in this position, and I felt like I ' d been working there all my life. I became so frustrated with the way the facility carried itself as a whole, and how unprofessional the staff remained at the wrong times. The common goal was to rehabilitate youth then send them home for a do over. This facility seemed to do the opposite of that and that in itself was wrong. I ' d been contemplating resignation but my heart stopped me every time.

" What ' s up, lady? You ' re looking real lovely today?"

My thoughts stopped running amuck as I focused my attention on who was speaking.

" Thanks but please don ' t talk to me," I told him.

I didn ' t have time to be distracted with these feel good statements.

" Damn, ma, I ' m saying, I really was just speaking," he continued.

I looked at him sideways, the way a dog looked at his owner when he spoke. I was confused as to why we were still talking.

" Oh... ok, well. hello," I said unmoved. He chuckled. I looked at him like he was stupid. " What ' s funny?" I interrogated. " You. Why are you so feisty?" he inquired.

" It ' s to prevent dudes like you from thinking shit is sweet with me," I shot back. " Now, if you ' ll excuse me, I ' m sure we share a common goal."

I turned my attention back to the

block to prevent any other distractions.

No one knew much about me or where I hailed from. I popped up, made my presence known and kept to myself. I ' d prefer to keep it that way.

" Don ' t be like that, mama," he continued. " Do you smoke?" he threw in.

My mouth went dry. Now, he was talking about something worth discussing. " Loud only."

“ He laughed again. " That ' s all daddy smoke,” he arrogantly replied.

I looked at him with a side eye sweep. I could no longer breathe his arrogant aura. Something about him said " run " but as always, the curious part of me wanted to know more, why he dubbed himself ' daddy '. He put his head down to finesse the cigar and I finally did a once over. I noticed the deep waves in his hair that shined under the street lights. His jawline was strong like a Pitbull and he maintained a small mustache above his lip. Brown skin in color, this regular height specimen carried extra weight on him like he was getting to the money, and I could appreciate him for that.

" You must like what you see since you ' ve undressed and distressed me with your eyes," he said, staring at me directly as he licked the cigar to seal the blunt.

Again, my mouth went dry. Not only was he bothering me but he was handsome and I loved his energy. I didn ' t need the distraction so I continued fighting against the conversation.

" What ' s up, yo? We smoking or you playing?" I shot at him.

" I like how you asked if " we " smoking, knowing you didn ' t put in on the sack," he replied, lighting the blunt.

" What up?" a male voice asked out of nowhere.

I turned my attention to the customer. " What ' s up? You straight?"

The man looked at me, confused, then turned his attention to dude with the blunt. " You good, Cert?" he queried. Oh, now I knew his name. Cert. I smiled to myself while I frowned at the smoker.

" Yeah I ' m good, unc. What you need?" Cert asked. " Forty." I looked at Cert and he looked at me. He shrugged his shoulders, pulled the blunt, passed it to me then pulled out his sack to process the sale. I took everything in while I smoked the blunt that he passed.( coming in 2017) www. KanePresents. com www. BookTeas. com