Tiffany and Dior: Love in Las Vegas Streets by Ameerah Cooper Read Free Book Online

treated me like his doormat because I didn’t have any money or family. Black was wrong; I wasn’t that young, naïve little girl.
     

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
                                   {6}
     
                         Five weeks Later
     
           “Aye, Paige and Tiffany, it's almost three in the morning. I seriously need to get home. Plus, I have to work in the morning and I damn sure don't need Capone finding out I was with chilling in some trap house with a brunch of hood niggas. You know I don't fuck with Henderson niggas. They all full of shit and a bunch of flashy, trifling ass niggas. Especially this brown-skinned nigga over there with his reckless ass. He's been showing out all night. Flashing his jewelry and his money. He cute is hell but that’s not the type of nigga for me.”
          “December, he is just like Capone. You sound crazy. Capone is ratchet is hell for a nigga. He be showing off too. Especially since he bought him a Bentley truck,” Paige stated. She looked over in my direction for confirmation.
        “It's getting late and Black is aggy as hell. He treats me like I am a little ass kid. I have a two o’clock curfew,” I vented.
        “Tiffany, that's because you allow it. You need to stand up for yourself. It's a shame. May your mother rest in peace that you have to go through this. I wouldn't tell you to leave him because I am no better. Capone takes care of me but I have to put up with his shit—his two baby mommas, his cheating ass! He heavy into the streets but I love his money and all the lavish shit. But, Black is different. He has you on a leash,” December continued.
        “Bitches! I didn't come out tonight to be crying and talking about these sorry ass niggas. I came here to listen to trap music, smoke weed, and drink up their liquor,” Paige continued.
            As long as Paige had drinks, weed, and Rasheed in her presence that was all she cared about. I didn't know why I even bothered coming out tonight.
         Lately, Paige had been spending a lot of her time chilling in the hood. She was hanging around Rasheed for her own insecurities. Ever since she found out he was having another baby with another girl she started to change. She acted as if she couldn't breathe without him. She would just pop up unexpectedly and unannounced. I just hated when she used us and only had us chilling with her so she wouldn't look like a fool. Rasheed was a straight up thug and I understood his reasons for being around this type of environment, but Paige on the other hand wasn't this type of chick.
         She loved classy places and clubs. I am not saying I'm better but I really didn't like chilling at niggas’ houses. Especially the ones I didn't know. I had just got my hair done a few hours ago and already it smelled like cigarettes and weed smoke. The smell was all in my Versace blouse and Robin jeans and jacket. I knew if Black smelled me like that he would flip.
         The only reason I even decided to meet up with Paige was because I was bored and tired of being in the house with Black.
        “Damn, Tiffany, you ready to go already? That's so sad that you letting this nigga control your life like you some damn child. You know every time we together we always have fun. Ugh, Tiffany I can't stand Black but I love you,” she continued.  
        “Paige, I feel you,” I said to herm clearly annoyed. I logged into my Uber app to send for one to pick me up and take me home.
        “I think Dior is coming over here, girl. I think you should stay,” Paige urged.
        “I know what you are trying to do and it's not working. Besides, that's more of a reason I am leaving . I don't want to see him!” I exclaimed.
    “ Tiffany, I know what Dior meant to you. No matter what you loved him the same way you loved your mother and sisters. That type of love