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Corporate Corner Boyz BY ANYA NICOLE

Chapter 1


Only the Baddest Chicks?


Brandon Brunson was no everyday brother. When he stepped into clubs chicks knew who he was and wanted to do him. He had that kind of effect on females. His tall dark-skinned body resembled an African warrior. His chiseled chest protruded through his Burberry suit as he strolled up to the bar and ordered a glass of Seagram's gin. Brandon always ordered gin. He liked his alcohol dry and his coochie wet.

The crowd in Red Sky lounge was kind of thin for a Saturday night. He scanned the room searching for Chris, this dude was always late. It was already mid-night and there was still no sign of him. Brandon ordered his third glass of gin and sipped slowly while he scanned the crowd a tenth time and finally spotted Chris sitting in the booth with two fine %#&@$! chicks.

Brandon threw back the rest of his drink and headed towards the table. Chris smiled while standing and shook Brandon's hand.

"What took you so long? The ladies and I been watching you over there drowning down drinks for a half-hour now." Chris grinned.

"You look like you were enjoying yourself and we didn't want to bother you." Chris smirked as Brandon took a seat next to him.

"Ladies, forgive Chris for being so rude my name is Brandon Brunson." He extended his hand to greet them.

"Hey man, I'll take care of all the introductions once we hit the road. We outta here." Chris winked at Brandon before turning to the women. "Ladies, you ready?"

Chris was always planning a last minute trip. It was a quality Brandon hated at times because he was always the one who was unprepared.

Chris got up from the table and signaled for the two women to follow. Brandon was irritated. "Chris, can I see you for a minute?"

Excusing himself Chris swaggered over to Brandon. "What the %#&@$! is up with you man? You trying to blow this good %#&@$!? I pulled a lot of strings to get these broads here." Chris mumbled.

Brandon was about to blast Chris but thinking about potential coochie changed his mind. Brandon looked at Chris with a grin on his face. "How did you hook this up? That's all I wanna know." Brandon asked.

Chris smiled back and led Brandon to the door where the two chicks were talking amongst themselves.

"Ladies, forgive us," Chris said. "I hope you two are feeling lucky tonight, because there's a crap table with my name on it." With that the two couples headed outside to begin their night.

The valet pulled up in front of the club and handed Brandon the keys to his black on black LX 470. Chris jumped in the back seat before the women were able to make their way to the car.

"Chris, man sometimes I forget you're my partner and not some punk %#&@$! dude off the street. Where the hell are your manners?" Brandon opened the car door for the two women.

"Are you two gonna tell me your names? I mean you gettin' into my car and I still have no idea who you are. You two may be murderers or something."

Brandon knew exactly who the two chicks were. In fact, he had wanted to set this meeting up for several months now.

They laughed and formally introduced themselves. "I'm Sam." the curvy brown skinned sista smiled and shook his hand. Sam was the VP of The Precision Group, a leading PR firm for major artists and models. Sam continued smiling and introduced her friend, "this is Mia." Brandon reached for the hand of the tall light skinned woman and helped her into the car.

Mia's long slender legs glistened as her black Gucci dress flared up from the soft breeze. "I've heard a lot about you Mr. Brunson and I'm glad to finally make your acquaintance." She smiled and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

Mia was one sexy chick. Mia had a body that would make any brother wish he was her man. She had short wavy hair, high cheek bones and almond shaped eyes. Her full lips shimmered with Mac Lip Gloss. Her hour-glass figure complimented her phat round %#&@$!. Brandon was getting hard just thinking about her lips wrapping around his stick.

"What did you hear? Good things, I hope." Brandon shot Mia a smile that he hoped said exactly what he was thinking.

Chris peeped out of the back window. "Man, get in the car, I'm ready to hit the tables and we got at least an hour drive ahead of us." Brandon jumped in the car next to Mia and pulled off.


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Since it was late at night the expressway was moving smoothly; by the time they arrived in Atlantic City it was about three in the morning. Jill Scott sang softly in the background; Brandon moved his head to the mellow beat. He was so into the mellow groove that he didn't even notice Mia had been staring at him for the last half-hour. Chris and Sam were sleeping in the back seat. The ride went quicker than expected and by the time Brandon parked the car, Chris and Sam lazily awoke. After gathering themselves they left Brandon and Mia alone, and went to gamble in the Casino. Brandon took a moment to stare into Mia's hazel eyes.

"So what exactly did you hear about me Miss Mia?"

"The only thing that I needed to hear about you Mr. Brunson is that you are available. I've had my eye on you for a while now." Mia grabbed his hand and massaged it deeply. She leaned in to whisper in his ear. "I can't wait to see what's under that suit." She kissed him hard on the mouth; and began kissing his face leaving traces of her Mac lip gloss on his cheek until she ended up at his ear again. "Mr. Brunson, I want to finish this tonight."

Brandon leaned in to kiss her again and slipped his hand under her dress only to find out that she wasn't wearing any panties.

"Please, call me Brandon, Mr. Brunson is my father's name."
Brandon's dick was beginning to rise, he was trying to keep his cool but Mia had his blood boiling.

Ever since Brandon and Chris announced the opening of their recording company Indigo Records last fall, coochie had been falling at his feet. Mia was indeed the best to date. She was a runway model and had worked for top designers such as Marc Jacobs and Dolce and Gabbana. She had graced the covers of Vibe, Essence and Vogue. Her career was definitely on the rise and he needed to be with someone who could take him to the next level.

Brandon admired Mia's straight-up attitude; she wanted to %#&@$! and had no problem telling him that. He wasn't concerned that his shot wouldn't be good because he knew he would leave her begging for more. His only fear was keeping her around afterward.

He too had done his research on Miss Mia. She liked her men well hung and able to pamper her with the finer things in life. Brandon felt like he may be out of his league. Mia usually dealt with professional basketball players or well established dudes. Brandon was definitely on his way up but his money was not as long as what she was used to seeing. Mia would keep a dude on speed dial and do him until she got bored or found another nigga of interest. Brandon planned to make sure that she never lost interest in him.

While Chris and Sam were starting the night off in the Casino, Brandon had one thing on his mind which gambling had nothing to do with. Brandon and Mia skipped the Casino and headed straight to their hotel room. Chris had booked two identical luxury suites at the Sands overlooking the fountains. As Brandon opened the door Mia gasped in surprise. She was instantly stunned by the expensive pieces of art that adorned the walls. She kicked off her heels and allowed her feet to sink into the plush carpet. Mia headed straight to the balcony. The casino lights cascaded beautifully over the fountains. She was really impressed by Brandon's taste. She took one last look over the balcony and came back inside. Brandon watched as she explored the suite.

She entered the bedroom next. The bed was draped in red silk sheets. This had to be special ordered, she thought. The Sands was a pretty fancy hotel but even the silk sheets were well beyond their sophistication. She looked over to the nightstand and there were two vases of fresh yellow roses. She was impressed with Brandon; he had definitely done his research. She loved a man who knew how to please her both in and outside the bedroom.

"How did you know yellow roses were my favorite?" Mia began picking off petal after petal and draping them on the bed.

"I know more than what you think I know." Brandon said while pulling Mia close to his chest. "I know that I'm not the type of dude you usually holla at."

As he began to passionately kiss her on the lips, Mia's breasts began to swell and ache with desire.

"I've been watching you Brandon, and I like what I see."

Brandon and Mia stood face to face. His long eyelashes complimented his big brown eyes; she grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him seductively. Brandon smiled and continued to press his lips against hers. She rubbed her hand through his curly short cut hair.

Brandon began to un-strap her dress. He pinched the hard tips of her nipples as they began to explore each other's body. He dropped her dress around her waist and begins to fondle her breast. Brandon suckled each nipple as he squeezed her round %#&@$! with his hands. Mia unzipped his pants and released his dick, which was already at full erection. Brandon was well hung and that made Mia excited at the thought of sexing him. She heard that his shot was so good that, %#&@$!es would be on the verge of stalking him afterwards.

She pulled his pants down around his ankles. Mia ran her hands along his well sculpted thighs that matched the rest of his muscular frame. She enjoyed caressing him; simply touching his smooth chocolate skin triggered a lingering sensation through Mia's body. Mia was ready to give everything she had and take everything Brandon was going to offer her. She was so attracted to him it was almost unreal.

Brandon was ideal on looks. He wanted to look the best to attract the best. He worked out on a regular basis and always made sure that his diet was on point. His hair was cut once a week and he always looked neat and sexy. Mia liked her men well groomed and black as hell. Luckily for Brandon he fit the whole bill. She could see that he was going to be a keeper. He had all the qualities she liked in her men except for fat pockets but that would come easy once he started being seen with her. Dudes were known to become "A" list members once she blessed them with the %#&@$!.

Brandon laid Mia on the bed as they continued to kiss each other's bodies. He placed the yellow rose petals all over her chest and stomach. By the time he got down between her inner thighs she was already wet; but he still drove right in. He slid his face between her legs and began thrusting his tongue back and forth in circular motions. Mia moaned and squirmed for mercy as she exploded into what would be the first of the many orgasms that she would have that night. She had never had a man treat her so passionately before. She pulled him up from between her quivering legs and kissed him on the mouth.

He reached for his pants beside the bed and grabbed the condom out of his back pocket. Brandon un-wrapped the condom, placed it on his full erection and guided himself slowly, inch by inch inside of her.

Mia gasped for air as he swayed up and down on top of her and almost breathlessly said, "Harder baby, harder." He positioned her legs towards the ceiling and started banging his body against hers. Brandon was moaning right along with her.

"Damn baby, you feel so good." Brandon could feel himself coming to a climax as she whimpered his name over and over again. He convulsed in a chain of spasms as they collapsed in each other's arms.

All he could think about was how crazy the night had been, he had one of the baddest chicks in the city laying right next to him. He never expected Chris to pull off setting them up and never thought he would get the %#&@$! this soon. Usually Chris %#&@$!s up when it comes to women but he really came through with the right connect this time. Brandon pulled Mia on top of him and kissed her on the forehead. The scent of her Chanel perfume filled his nose as he kissed her sweetly on the neck. She ran her hands through his hair and smiled; she looked deeply into his eyes and rested her head on his chest. Brandon knew in that moment that he had found his meal ticket to the top. He knew that it was gonna cost him to keep up with Mia and her extravagant life-style; but he was willing to put all he had into it to stay on her arm.


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When Brandon and Mia woke up to Chris and Sam banging on the door, it was two in the afternoon. "Yo, man come on, we gotta a meeting with that new artist, Bre' at five!" Chris yelled through the door. "We need to leave now!"

Brandon and Mia scrambled to find their clothes which were thrown all over the room. Mia stopped to glance at Brandon while he pulled on his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. It was something about him that made her aroused. He was a pretty black man with a heavenly body and the biggest dick she had ever seen. Mia grabbed him from behind and kissed the middle of his back.

"I want you Brandon," Mia whined.

Brandon turned around and grabbed her waist. "You had me last night and I enjoyed every bit of it."

He smiled and leaned in to kiss her, with Chris continuing to bang on the door. "What the %#&@$! are ya'll doing in there?" Chris impatiently yelled.

"Let's go baby, before Chris breaks the door down."

Mia grabbed her purse. "By the way, thank you for last night Mr. Brunson."

"It was truly a pleasure Ms. Mia, a pleasure I hope to have again."

It was well past four when the foursome arrived back in Philly. Brandon stopped by the office and dropped Chris off. The car was silent as he approached his next stop. Sam felt extremely awkward. Even she could feel the sexual tension between Mia and Brandon.

Brandon pulled up to the curb of Mia's condo building in Rittenhouse Square. He hurried to the other side of the car and opened the door for Sam. When he got around to opening the door for Mia she slipped him a card. Sam's face lit up in surprise the minute Mia pulled it out of her pocketbook. Mia had never given any nigga the key to her crib; not even her ex-boyfriend to whom she was previously engaged. Sam couldn't believe her eyes; Mia was getting soft and after just one night with this dude. He must have been damn good in bed Sam thought as hurried off into the building to give them their space.

"What is this?"

"The key card to my condo, which I expect you to use tonight." Mia Cooed.

Brandon had accomplished in one night what would have taken other dude years. He had pulled an industry %#&@$!. He smiled and kissed her on the neck. Mia headed in the building after Sam and Brandon pulled off to meet up with Chris at the office. By the time Brandon got there, Chris had already sealed the deal. Their new artist Bre' was officially signed to Indigo Records and they were already talking about the production of the album.

Chris not only knew music and talent, he also knew the streets. In the boardroom he was Christopher Black, but on the streets he was know as Chief. Thanks to running the streets Chris' money was long. Chris was a street millionaire. He invested almost all his cash in this record business and he trusted Brandon because he was, after all, his nigga.

They had come up together in Blumberg Projects. Chris ran the Blum. Chris lived across the hall and when Brandon's mother died from cancer he spent the rest of his teenage years with Chris and his family. Brandon was a hustler in his own right. He was what you called a corporate corner boy. He was a nigga from around the way with an Ivy League degree. He hustled, but the legal way. Brandon handled the logistics of the projects. He determined the contents of the contracts and met with other businesses to promote the label.

Although Chris and Brandon usually worked well together; they were like night and day. Brandon handled all his business before the sun went down and Chris usually did nothing until late at night. Brandon and Chris' friendship was simple; they looked out for each other. They never really had any arguments. Small disagreements were handled before they got out of hand. Chris watched Brandon's back on the streets and Brandon watched Chris' in the boardroom. Chris knew he could count on Brandon to have his money right. He wouldn't trust anyone else with the job.

Now with another new artist signed, everything seemed to be falling in place. Brandon had met the baddest %#&@$! in the city and signed a new artist all in the matter of a weekend. Brandon sat at his desk with his hands folded while Chris wrapped up the meeting. He showed Bre' the door and hurried back upstairs to talk %#&@$! with Brandon.

"You hangin tonight?" Chris looked at his watch. "We can meet up downtown to celebrate closing this deal. Just like I know you closed that deal with Mia last night."

Chris sat on the desk quietly waiting to hear the details. Brandon rocked back in his chair with a stupid smirk on his face. He began reminiscing about how good the sex had been.

"Man that %#&@$! was so good that I'm getting hard just thinking about it."

Chris laughed. "You %#&@$!in' pervert, I don't want to hear about ya dick, I want to hear about that %#&@$!, really was she good?"

"Damn good," Brandon confirmed. Mia's Chanel perfume was still lingering in his nose. He grinned at the thought of her beautiful tanned naked body.

"I should have kept her for myself. Sam was average %#&@$!, I could live wit it or wit out it. I thought her shot was going to be off the hook because her head game was crazy! I thought she was going to bite my %#&@$! off. That chick was deep throatin' my %#&@$! for like an hour, but her shot was %#&@$!ty. I crapped out at the Casino and lost a grand. I was thinkin' at least I'm gonna get some good %#&@$! and that was %#&@$!ed up too." Brandon chuckled at Chris' bad luck.

"Anyway man, are you hangin' or what?"

Truthfully, Brandon was still tired from driving back and besides, he was supposed to meet up with Mia later on that night. He still needed to go get dressed and make sure he could grab a small gift for her. Brandon knew that would keep her interested.

"I'm tired, I'mma head home, I'll holla at you tomorrow."

"Nigga I know you going to see Mia and tear that %#&@$! up again. You think I'm stupid huh?"

They both burst into laughter. "I know you too good for that %#&@$!. I'll get wit you tomorrow. I gotta go check up on my money anyway. I heard them young bulls out there %#&@$!in' up."

Chris walked towards the door and stopped to pull something out of his pocket. He threw three condoms on the desk. "Use all of these for me." He smiled and left out the door. Brandon gathered his briefcase locked up the office and left.


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Brandon drove to the King of Prussia Mall and purchased a Louis Vuitton overnight bag for Mia's soon to be sleep-overs at his house. He had it all planned out. He would give her the monogrammed Vuitton bag now and then a key to his crib in a couple of months. By then she would think she was the only chick he was dealing with, period.

In order to make his plan come together, he knew he had to put some work in and spend big cash on Mia. Because of it he had maxed out his platinum card on just this one purchase. She was worth it; she was worth whatever he needed to do to get ahead in his career. He figured he would pay the price now and live lavishly later. He headed home to get dressed.

It was just about 10PM. Mia would be expecting him soon. Brandon didn't live that far from Mia's place so it would not take him long to get there. Brandon lived in the Pennsylvania House, about five or six blocks from her condo. Chris would always joke about him selling out because he moved out of "da hood."

Brandon never liked the Projects and left as soon as he was able to stand on his own two feet. His condo was quite small. It was a one bedroom condo with a view of the Art Museum. Even though it was a tiny apartment, he filled it with expensive pieces from artist William Tolliver and furniture from Bob Mackie. His bed alone was almost worth five grand, it was a hardwood leather sleigh bed with a nutmeg finish with side tables to match. There was just enough room for him and he enjoyed living there. Brandon finished up a hot shower and decided to throw on a pair of dark denim Evisu jeans and a plain white tee. He slipped on a pair of Prada sneakers and covered himself in Issey Miyake cologne. As he walked past the answering machine he notice the light was blinking with three new messages. He decided that all business would resume tomorrow morning when the work week began.

Once he arrived at Mia's condo he slid the card through the front door and called out to her. He looked around the place; he was in awe. Mia was very well off and her condo represented that fact. He ran his hand across the back of her cream leather couch. The smooth grained feel led him to believe it was Italian and probably cost her a couple thousand dollars. From the couch alone, Brandon confirmed that she had good taste; not to mention her handmade Persian rugs.

Brandon too was impressed with Mia. There was no doubt in his mind that she wasn't classy, but she didn't strike him as the type who would be in to art and sculptures. There were all types of handmade sculptures and paintings from Africa and Asia that decorated her living room area. Brandon noticed the crystal chandelier in her dining area and fell in love. He could tell by the design that the chandelier alone had to be worth over twenty grand. Brandon prided himself on being the type of dude that usually kept up with fine living items; it had to be specially made. He hadn't seen anything like that in his travels. Not even in the five star hotels he visited. He stood and admired it for ten minutes before making his way through the rest of her crib.

Brandon left her gift in the living room to enhance the surprise. He found his way to the bedroom and found Mia barely clothed with four inch heels and a pink see through bra and panties set. He looked at her perky breasts which were so full that they were protruding through her bra. Brandon had no intentions of doing her tonight. It was time to start phase two of his plan and that was to develop this casual %#&@$! into a full-time relationship. He kissed pecked her on the mouth and she frowned.

"What was that?" She sat on the side of the bed and patted the space next to her for him to sit. Brandon stepped up on the platform that held her bed and 42 inch flat screen and took a seat next to her. Mia looked at the handsome man before her. "Brandon, I'm leaving for Milan in the morning and I won't be back until next week. I have a photo shoot out there and a couple of publicity events."

This was the perfect time to give her the gift that he bought her. "I have a going away present for you."

Brandon walked out into the living room and returned with the finely wrapped gift. Mia's eyes lit up and she gasped like a little girl on Christmas morning when she saw the LV logo print on the package. She opened it and pulled the over night bag out of the box. Mia pushed him on the bed and started to undo his belt.

Brandon leaned up from the bed and stared into space.

"What's wrong with you?" Mia asked as she sat up. "I love the gift."

Brandon folded his hands. "Last night was amazing and I don't want to mess that up." He turned towards her and placed her hand in his.

"I hope this was not just sex for you because I am looking for so much more."

Mia became furious. "Do you think that I would have wasted my time giving you the key to my apartment if I was just going to %#&@$! you? If that was the case I would have left in the middle of the night."

Brandon was amused by her little tantrum. Now that he knew she was digging him, he could relax a little. Without a word Brandon got off the bed and began to take his clothes off as Mia watched. She loved the site of him naked. There was something about this man that made Mia want to settle down. She was already practicing his last name with hers over and over again in her head. She grabbed his throbbing hard on and wrapped her moist lips around it.

Brandon moaned breathlessly as she massaged his balls with her hands. His mind was racing a mile a minute. If he smashed again she would have nothing to look forward to once she got back home. He ripped her thongs off and started to massage her. He wanted to sex her so bad but he had to control himself. That was the only way he was going to stay focused.

"You want me to go down there again don't you?" He continued to massage her and she became even wetter than before.

She groaned while saying, "Eat it baby." Mia was vulnerable at this point. She wanted him to taste her and she wanted it now. Brandon flipped her on her stomach and began to bite her from behind. Mia clenched the sheets as the pleasure escaped her body.

Brandon was still trying to keep his cool; but he wanted her so bad. Her coochie was so wet and warm that he couldn't resist. He laid her on her stomach and ran his hands from the nape of her neck to the bottom of her ass. He eased himself in and began rocking inside her over and over again. Her ass smacking back and forth turned him on even more. He loved %#&@$!ing doggy-style. As he climaxed he pulled out and covered her ass with cum. Brandon collapsed on the bed as Mia went to wash up. He lay with his hands behind his neck and stared at the ceiling. He turned towards the clock and it was already 2AM. When Mia returned from the shower Brandon was fully dressed.

He couldn't remember ever being this turned on by a woman. Brandon's dick was beginning to harden all over again as he watched Mia. Her soft, curvy flesh threw him into an erotic high. As she began drying the dripping water from her naked body she asked, "Aren't you going to spend the night?"

"Damn girl, every time I see you naked I can't control myself."

He grabbed her around the waist and kissed her; his tongue slipped in and out of her mouth more forcefully than before. "I know you have an early flight and I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow. If I stay here neither one of us will get any sleep tonight."

She walked him towards the door and kissed him one more time. "I will call you as soon as we land, get some sleep."

Brandon handed her the key card. "Will you be needing this back?" Mia pushed the card back in his hand.

"I'll let you know when you need to give it back." She smiled and closed the door.

By the time he reached his car his cell phone was already ringing. Brandon looked at the screen to see who it was but the number was blocked.

"Hello." There was brief silence.

"Hey baby." She said

He knew that voice, it was Bianca. Brandon hadn't heard from her in a while and if she was calling him this late at night he already knew what the deal was.

"I'm on my way." He said.

Brandon hooked a U-turn and headed for the expressway going towards Norristown. He reached her house in less than twenty minutes. He pulled into her driveway and turned off the car. Brandon opened the glove compartment searching for his container of moist towellettes. He quickly cleaned himself off, disposed of the cloth and sprayed on some of his emergency Versace cologne. Brushing his clothes down he made sure he was presentable and showed no signs of his previous rendezvous.

Before he could ring the bell the door flung open. Brandon walked into the dimmed candle lit room and there was Bianca dressed in a short silky red nightie with see-through underwear. There was another woman in the room who had nothing else on except a pair of clear 4 inch platform heels. He looked around the room and there were two dildos and an empty bottle of Dom Perignon lying on the coffee table. Bianca was up to her old tricks again; she loved sex more than any women he had ever known.

Brandon met Bianca at a swinger's party about a year ago. He wanted to have an orgy but the spot got raided before he could make his move. He managed to stay in touch with Bianca and he'd been doing her ever since. She didn't keep a real job; she lived off dudes and chicks. They paid her bills and she kept them happy in return.

Brandon was already drained from his sex session with Mia but he figured; what the %#&@$! why not go another round? Bianca kissed the woman on the mouth as they both walked towards Brandon.

"Brandon baby, this is my friend Dee." She said.

Bianca kissed Dee again and they both led Brandon towards the couch. He knew Bianca was a nasty chick. She liked to watch porn while they had sex; it really turned her on.

Brandon sat down on the couch and watched them as they began to play with each other. Dee got on her knees in front of Brandon lifted up Bianca's nightie, pushed her panties to the side, and buried her head between her thighs. Bianca %#&@$!ed her left leg up on the coffee table and she rubbed Dee's hair while she groaned from pleasure. Dee turned her around and began penetrating her from behind with a dildo.

He was excited at this point. Brandon never had a threesome and Chris always bragged about how much fun it was sexing two chicks at the same time. Brandon reached in his jacket pocket for the three condoms Chris gave him before he left. Brandon started to become uneasy patting every jacket pocket on his coat. He didn't need them for Mia she had her own. Bianca didn't like condoms and every time he came over she would never have any. Brandon would run out and buy a box but there weren't too many stores open nearby.

Brandon was %#&@$!ed. He must have left them in his other pocket. There was no way he was going to sex any chick raw. He grabbed his car keys off the coffee table and stood up to leave. Bianca pushed Dee off, ran to the door and stood in front of it.

"I thought we were going to %#&@$!! Where are you going?"

Brandon pushed her to the side and grabbed the knob to the door.

"I'm cool. I'll catch you next time."

He hurried out of the house. Bianca rushed to the door naked as he walked down the drive way.

"Yous a %#&@$!in' nut, I was gonna let you %#&@$! me and another chick at the same time. I knew you was a punk ass nigga who wasn't %#&@$!."

Brandon ignored her because if he knew anything else about Bianca it was that she was a crazy chick. She had keyed his silver S-Class six months ago. It was damaged so bad that he had to trade it in for the LX-470 he was driving now. There was no way he was going to add fuel to that fire; so he left quietly. She slammed the door as he pulled out of the driveway.

When he got in the door it was close to six in the morning. His answering machine was still blinking and he had a %#&@$! load of voice messages on his cell to check; but he was too tired to care. Brandon knew he was not going to make it to the office on time today. He undressed and laid on the couch to catch a glimpse of the morning news and nodded in and out of sleep. He woke up from loud screaming on his answering machine.

"Brandon, where are you? This is mom, Chris got shot! We have been trying to call you all night. Please call me back!"

She was crying hysterically. Through Ms. Ruth's heavy sobs she left the hospital and room number before hanging up. Brandon was scared; Chris was the only brother he knew. He reached for the phone and dropped it right back on the cradle. Brandon decided against calling her back and thought it would be best if he went down there to meet her. He quickly threw on some sweatpants and a thermal shirt and headed for the hospital where he met Ms. Ruth in the lobby.


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