TYCE by Shareef Jaudon Read Free Book Online

was like he was on stage
    in front of his own house. The tight fitting shirt grabbed his muscular chest and tapered along his torso. One-carat studs sparkled in his ears trying to compete with his smile. He walked down the steps and opened her door for her. As soon as she stood up, he gave her a huge warm hug lifting her off her feet.
"What was that for?" She asked pleasantly shocked.
"That was for the vests! That shit was a life saver...literally." He said sincerely.
"I aim to please." She said girlishly.
He grabbed her by the hand and walked toward the house, "You know you're the first woman to be at my crib." He said pointing at the house.
"I know." Angelique said grinning.
    He looked at her once they were under the light of the porch and appreciated her sexiness. She wore tight ass jeans with slits in the back and front thighs. Her 34C's were covered by a blue and white shirt that said DIVA in rhinestones and her body was elevated by cream and blue stilettos. Sexy yet simple. He moved his attention upward and paused.
"What the fuck happened to your face?" He asked turning her cheek.
     Angelique forgot about the bruise on her cheek
    and turned her head in embarrassment. She wasn't the type of chick to be abused and she was not happy about it.
"Biz had a pimp moment and hit me. I left his ass right after though. But not before I made his ass pay!"
"That muthafucka! What you do, stab his ass?"
"No I robbed his ass!" She said hatefully.
"That's what the fuck I'm talkin’ ‘bout. Don't hit him in his face, hit em in his pockets." I approved.
"So you kinda get why I'm here? I know he's looking for me, and I didn't want to be alone. Do you mind if I stay here for a few days to clear my head?"
"Naw I don't mind, take as much time as you want. As a matter of fact, I'm glad you came. I need to talk to you about somethin’."
"Okay." She said easily as they walked inside.
    Standing in front of him, she finally granted her pussy's request and kissed his cheek.
"Thank you Tyce."
"It aint nuthin’ girl. Now let's put a beer in ya hand and one on ya bruise. We gotta get that swelling down. I got plans for you."
    The two sat at the kitchen table eyeing each other admiringly. Deep inside his chest, he was pissed that Biz had hit her but his emotions were expertly concealed.
"So, you really left that nigga huh? You sure you aint jus’ mad at what happened? Maybe you still got your door open for an apology with some shiny shit attached to it?" I tested.
"Hell naw! Fuck Biz, I been trying to shake his ancient ass...he served his purpose, now I'm ready for somethin’ new." She shot back flirtatiously.
"Alright then, that's good to hear. Listen I got somethin’ I been workin’ on for a minute. I think it might be that "somethin’ new" you said you ready for."
    Angelique sat up in her chair with interest and took a sip of her beer. Resting her chin in her palm, she said "What you been plottin' on Tyce?"
He worked that sexy smile that made her pussy twitch. "Money equals oxygen in my world, so you already know what it's about. I'll give you the details later on, for now the guest room is in the back on the left, make yourself at home. I gotta make a run tonight but I'll be back in a lil’ while. Stay here, but if you gotta leave take my Benz, I jus’ had it delivered and aint nobody seen it yet." He instructed.
    He gave her a look that lasted a second to long and
    left the kitchen. Angelique took another sip of her beer and sighed. She felt safe, and that felt good.

 
     
     
    Omar
     
     
          After Angelique left, Omar was hoping he and Tasha could pick up where they left off before the interruption but Tasha had other plans, she crossed her arms and put a screwed up look on her face.
“Who tha fuck is that and why do she know where we stay!” She snapped. 
“Ay check this out she aint nobody, why we can’t finish enjoying the rest of our evening?
“Oh what the fuck nigga, you jus’ gonna ignore my questions and think