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sometimes a man can get in his own way just like women tend to do.
    “First of all it wasn’t a date! She hella cool, and she got a baby daughter. She wasn’t ready to leave town so soon, but she was built for it so she’ll be alright.” He shook his head even though no one was there to see it but him.
    “Good. Sounds like a winner.” D was trying to pick his brain on his feelings.
    “Whatever, I got shit to do so I will fuck with you later.” He hung up on his friend that was laughing out loud now.
    Zane walked to the shower. He lived in Clayton in the Park Condo’s on Bonhomme Avenue. The place was breath taking. Floor-to-ceiling windows with an amazing view of the city, high vaulted ceilings, luxury   plank flooring in the living area, walk-in closets, and a stunning master bathroom.   It measured twelve by twenty four feet and was covered with the most expensive porcelain tile money could buy. The kitchen was equipped with stainless steel GE appliances, granite countertops and breakfast bar, maple cabinets, and top of the line washer and dryer duo.
    He lived very well and was very smart with his money.   He knew what it was like to be poor and he never wanted to live like that again.    He could see that D would have to teach Nisha how to make her money work for her just like he had taught him. If he hadn’t, he would be broke as shit right now because he always wanted to stunt hard. He was wasting money on clothes, shoes, and other bullshit. He didn’t even have a place to stay. He just lay up with women, in hotels or in one of his back-stabbing homeboy’s houses.
    Now he was paying three thousand dollars a month for his bills, not including his car note. That was another story. He pushed a 2012 Cadillac Escalade Hybrid with a gold mist metallic paint job. The interior was cocoa with full leather seats. He completed the look with twenty-two inch seven spoke chromed aluminum wheels. To ride this good was costing him about a G a month, but now that this money was working for him he didn’t even feel the pain. If there was any pain it was not having anyone he could really share it all with.
    As he drove to the airport, his phone began to ring. He had it on drive mode so the call came through his speakers. To answer, all he had to do was speak. “Hello.” He didn’t know who the hell it was because he didn’t save numbers in his phone too often. It was only a few people that he felt were important enough to be locked in and the current caller wasn’t one of them.
    “So you ain’t got time for me right?” He knew the voice.
    “Tammy I don’t have time for this bullshit today.” This was one of his steady pieces of ass that wanted to believe she was his woman no matter how many times he told her she wasn’t.
    “So you don’t have time for your woman…” She huffed.
    “You’re not my woman! I shouldn’t have to keep telling you this man.” He hated to even say that but he always kept it real with women so they couldn’t say shit like “you using me for sex or why you cheating on me.”
    “It’s like that with us now?” She was starting to wonder because he hadn’t touched her in two months.
    “It’s not like shit! I do me, so do you love.” He had always told her that because he knew that he wasn’t on it like that.
    “What? Am I not fine enough for you?” She always tried to make this the reason, even though it wasn’t the truth. She was fine. Five-foot-five and a hundred-thirty-five pounds, with deep chocolate skin and natural hazel eyes. If he was on it she would most def fit the bill but she didn’t move him.
    “Baby that’s not it, you fine than a muthafucka for sho’.” He assured her.
    “Aww thanks daddy, I miss you.” She ate that shit up even though he was telling the truth. This is what turned him off about her. He had to validate her, instead of her knowing it and living her life no matter what he did.
    “Aye let me call you back. I’m heading on a business