wasn't interested in them personally. So they started spreading rumors that she gave it up for money.
The real deal was they were suckers and were mad that they got played. Meesa had never been loose, but some of her friends had and still were. So, that put a brand on her as well. She hated what people said about her so much, that that was the reason she stopped using guys for their dough. It made Meesa laugh, because the same niggas talking shit about her were the same cats all up in her face. Meesa was nineteen and making it on her own. Okay, Meesa was not really making it on her own. Meesa's mother passed away when Meesa was seventeen, and she left all of her belongings to her one and only child.
Miss Anne is what people called her. She died of breast cancer, she suffered for over three years. And one day while lying in bed next to her daughter, Miss Anne sincerely told Meesa, “Baby girl, you have to depend on you and only you.”
Those words were forever imbedded in Meesa's mind. So, she sold her mom's house and collected that, and the insurance money her mother left her.
One of Miss Anne's closest friends cosigned for an apartment. She found herself a moderately sized, but affordable, apartment in a nice area. She set it up with all of her mother's furniture that could fit in her quaint apartment, paying the first and last months rent and the security deposit. Meesa found a storage space for the rest of her mother's things. Promising herself, once she got her degree and bought herself a house, she would put all her mother's belongings in it.
After all that, Meesa had $74,780 left in her savings account. She only touched her savings for groceries, rent, and utilities. From the beginning, it had always been her and her mother. Before being diagnosed with cancer, Miss Anne worked as a teller at a bank. As a teller, she made a pretty decent amount of money. She bought any and everything Meesa wanted, within reason. But when Meesa started to blossom during her teenage years, she lost control. Noticing how men took to her body and the way her hips swayed when she walked, Meesa used her powers to drain men of their money. Miss Anne tried to tell her daughter that the life she was leading was wrong, but Meesa figured, if I have it why not use it.
She didn't fully understanding Miss Anne's words until she succumbed to breast cancer. Knowing it would just be her now, Meesa decided to make a change.
Every time a man she knew she could trick approached her, she remembered her mother's words. Meesa never knew her father, so that left a huge scar on her heart. Sometimes she wondered how he looked and what it would've been like to know him. But anger quickly replaced those thoughts.
In a psychology seminar, she learned that a lot of women use men as a replacement for the fathers they never had, quickly she figured out the connection for her using men for money. Meesa saw that she was, in a weird way, using men to pay her father back for not being there for her.
Tired of strolling down memory lane, Meesa decided to call Destiny. The phone rang and on the fourth ring she got a “Hello.”
“What's been up with you girl, I haven't talked to you in a couple of days?”
“Living it up, that's what I've been doing. Daryl has been spoiling me with so much stuff girl, I don't know how to act.”
“I see that.” Answered Meesa.
“Have you talked to Gwen and them?” Asked Destiny.
“No, not for a couple of days. Well hold on I'm going to call her on three way.”
“Hello.”
“What's up hoe?”
“Who is this?”
“Girl you know who in the hell this is,” Meesa answered.
“Oh what's up, who else is on the phone?”
“Destiny”
“Hey hoe where in the hell have you been?”
“Like I told Mee Mee, living it up.”
“Daryl got your ass sprung, huh?” Asked Gwen.
“Girl, you just don't know, he be whipping it on a sista.”
“Ooh, let's call Kelly, Tamara, and Nikki.” Requested Meesa. After three phone calls, everybody was on the line laughing and talking catching up on shit they had missed.
“So, what ya'll doing tonight.” Questioned Nikki.
“Ooh, lets go out tonight?” Meesa asked excitedly.
“You always want to go out Meesa, so you can run into Black ass.” Joked Nikki.
“Forget you hoe, ya'll want to go out or not?” Questioned Meesa.
“Yeah, let's go.” Said Tamara.
“Let's all met up at up The Spotlight at 11:00.” Replied Destiny.
“Who is going to pick me up?” Asked Meesa. “I will.” Replied Gwen.
“All that money you got, you need to go and buy ya ass a car.” Said Destiny.
“Fuck you hoe.” Shot back Meesa playfully.
They all said their goodbyes and each got ready for a fantastic night out with the girls.
The Spotlight was packed as usual. Niggas were every which way you turned. All of the girls were dressed to kill. Meesa decided on wearing the black Gucci tube dress that Destiny had given her from the shopping spree on Daryl.
It was spandex so every nick and cranny on her body was explored. She accessorized with diamond stud earrings, silver heart necklace, silver bangle bracelets, and silver strapped high heels with rhinestones across the toe strap. Meesa looked like a million bucks. The little makeup she wore made her look angelic. Kisha, her hair stylist, had tried something new on her that turned out to be really cute. She had spike curls and flip curls mixed together. It gave Meesa a spunky edgier look. The music was pumping and Meesa's body swayed to the beat. She and the girls hit the dance floor with a purpose. They let everyone know that they were in the house, and taking no shorts. Starting to get hot after four straight dance tracks Meesa and Nikki walked to the restroom.
They freshened up, and on the way out, Meesa noticed she had left her lip-gloss on the counter.
She walked back alone only to see Black and his boy Rick standing against the wall talking business. Meesa tried to walk by him hoping he didn't notice her for the first time. But, of course, he did cause Rick with his big mouth, had to say what's up. Meesa walked by and only gave a wave. Black played like she didn't even exist, but the dress she had on made it hard for him. Her already thick hips were saying hello to him silently.
In the restroom, Meesa fanned herself with her purse. Even though she was still mad at Black for the comment he made about her, she couldn't help but still be attracted to him. He was most definitely out to prove something. The boy had all his dreadlocks hanging down surrounding his beautiful face.
On his body lay a blue & white Phatfarm shirt open to show the matching Phatfarm T-shirt he had on under it. On his legs was a pair of indigo Phatfarm shorts, and a pair of new white on white Nike Air Force Ones. The man was absolutely gorgeous, he was almost God-like. The muscles in his arms and legs were visibly being shown. Black possessed power. It exuded out of him.
Five minutes passed and Meesa was still perched up against the wall fanning herself. Knowing she had to come out sooner or later, Black stayed glued to the same spot, hoping to get a glimpse of her walking by. Meesa finally got a hold of herself and walked confidently out of the restroom. Black was in the corner of her eye. She knew that he was looking at her, but she kept on walking.
Meesa found Destiny and Daryl on the dance floor slow dancing to Jill Scott. So she tapped Daryl on the back and asked if she could cut in. Daryl turned around grinning, but the smile quickly faded when he saw Meesa and what she had on. He pushed Destiny off of him almost making her fall.
Disgusted with her, he walked away. Destiny and Meesa stood in shock.
“What is his problem?” Asked Meesa.
“Girl,