The California Saga by Chunichi Read Free Book Online

interested in. “Nah, Williamsburg.”
    â€œCalico, there aren’t any really good stores there. Have you even tried Potomac Mills?”
    â€œNah,” I said, playing stupid. “Where is it?”
    â€œUp I-95 North, like you going toward DC.”
    â€œThat’s too far, baby. I’m just trying to shoot there and shoot back.”
    Jewel realized she was fighting a losing battle and finally gave in. She gave me her address, and I agreed to pick her up at two o’clock, which gave me time to take care of a few things before we left.
    â€œHello?” Jewel answered in a sultry tone.
    â€œI’m out front,” I replied, Shawty Lo’s “Dey Know” blasting in the background.
    â€œI’m coming out now.”
    I watched as Jewel walked toward the car. Her lips seemed extra lip-gloss shiny. She was sexy as hell, dressed in a white stretched tank top that accented her perky breasts, and matching white jeans that were so tight, if she bent over, I could see the print of her pussy lips.
    â€œHey, Miss Lady.” I greeted her with a hug. Damn, your ass is phat! I thought as she sat her perfectly round ass down on the black leather passenger seat of my black drop-top. My dick was getting hard by the minute.
    I looked at Jewel’s full lips again and started to imagine myself getting my dick sucked, riding down the interstate with the music blasting. I looked her up from head to toe one last time, while pretending to look for a CD.
    My peep show was interrupted by her yell and look of disgust. “CD’s? Are you serious?”
    Confused, I asked, “What? You want to listen to the radio or something?”
    â€œNo, boo. iPod,” she replied with that same sassiness she was giving me last night.
    â€œOh, I forgot who I was dealing with. Sorry, Miss Prima Donna. I don’t have an iPod,” I said as I inserted Jay-Z.
    â€œWell, the next time we meet, please have one. So are we still going to the Williamsburg Outlets?” She asked as though I’d changed my mind or something.
    â€œYeah, I wish we could go further, but I have some business to take care of later on tonight,” I said, a mischievous grin on my face as I checked out her smile.
    â€œAll right, what’s so funny?”
    â€œNothing. I’m feeling the wife-beater on you. That’s real gangster for a diva like you. All you need is a fresh pair of Air Force One’s to match.” I took another look at her.
    â€œFor the record, fresh white Prada’s, not Nike’s. And thank you for the compliment, but honestly, I think I look a little fat.” Jewel grinned back at me.
    â€œWhat? You’re crazy.” I took this as an opportunity to look her over quickly. “You have a killer frame.”
    â€œNo, honey. I have one of those borderline frames. I’m one Slim-Fast away from Beyoncé, and one burger away from America’s Next Top Model contestant, Toc-cara.”
    We both laughed.
    â€œLook, let me tell you something about skinny chicks. Don’t no man want a skinny chick. For one, no one knows how she got that way. The bitch could be sick. The way I see it, give me a fat bitch. At least I know she healthy,” I said.
    We both laughed uncontrollably.
    â€œYou enjoy yourself at the bar last night?” I asked, changing the subject as we headed toward 64 West.
    â€œYes, I did, but I don’t do the whole bar scene too often.”
    â€œI know.” I nodded at her.
    â€œHow so?”
    â€œWell, it was one of the first things I noticed.
    I meet Touch at that spot all the time, and last night was the first time I’d seen you. If you hung out at the bars often, I’m sure I would have seen you there before.”
    â€œYeah, clubs, bars, and lounges aren’t really my thing. All it consists of is guys wishing they could get a second to talk to you, and the girls, you know how that goes, they wish they could get a