» they don't know, zaire

they don't know”Don’t fucking play with me Syncere!” Semaj yelled out at the brown skinned handsome man that sat across the desk from her. The room of three had grown silent due to Semaj’s outburst. ”I know exactly what you’re doing,” Semaj spoke lowering her voice, but coming over the desk slowly, getting in Syncere’s face. The boy didn’t flinch once as he narrowed his eyes at Semaj. They had gone through many arguments, so it was easy for them to play along with this one. ”Orchestrating a hit on MY people? OUR people? To benefit you and your family? Are you stupid?” Semaj asked him as she leaned back.”I told you, Semaj, I ai-“ He started, but was cut off by Semaj, ”I know what the fuck you said. People say a lot of things, you think I believe them?” she asked him in a smart tone. That’s when Syncere got hot in the body. He leaped up, knocking his chair over, ”I told you, I ain’t set you up!” His voiced boomed through the entire room, but it didn’t faze Semaj one bit. She was used to it. She looked over to Semaj’s partner, Mark, ”You believe him?” Semaj asked. The boy looked at Semaj, ”Nah. He always seemed a bit suspicious to me.” Semaj nodded her head before opening her drawer and pulling out her gun. She walked over to Syncere and shook her head. ”One thing that everyone should know is that I can’t stand to be betrayed. Betraying me is the worst step for your life. Betrayal leads to death,” Semaj spoke as she pointed it to Syncere’s head. ”I know the truth, Syncere.” Semaj finally spoke before quickly moving the gun from Syncere’s head and shooting Mark twice. ”I need him cleaned up and out of my house quickly. I have a dinner date.” Semaj spoke before cleaning her gun while walking out of the office. Semaj huffed as she went down the stairs and into her kitchen. She would have security pat Zaire down and bring him into the house. It was a security measure that she had to take until they got more familiar with Zaire. Sighing, she plated the steaks, potatoes, and broccoli before grabbing two champagne glasses and pouring them some champagne. ”When Zaire gets here, can you tell him I’ll be just a minute?” Semaj asked one of the guards before going upstairs to her room and showering and changing into something better for the night.this post is for zaire reyes. there are a lot of words in this post. lyrics by jon b. here is the outfit link or whatever here. oh, and also... notes go here. FLEUR!

Yawning into his fist, Zaire grabbed the red bull of his dresser and took another long swig out of it, trying to get some energy to last him through the night. Once again, to no surprise, he hasn’t been able to get much sleep today. He got a little bit earlier, but his brother interrupted that sleep when he came into the house. You would think he’d be mad and upset about it, but he wasn’t. It was actually a good thing because he was having a nightmare—that dream needed to end one way or another.

Making plans to have dinner with Semaj, he was having second thoughts about the whole idea, but he pushed the thoughts to the far back of his mind. He was convincing himself that they can go one day without arguing with one another. Then again, when you put it like that, it seemed like the impossible. It didn’t take him long to get prepared and make his way over to her home.

By the time he arrived, he stepped out of the car and approached the home, but he was stopped by some securities. ”Hey man, what the fuck are you do...Hold up!” He pushed them back and took a step back when they were getting too touchy feel for his likings. ”What the hell is y’all trying to do, rape me? What the fuck?” He looked at the both of securities like they were crazy. One of them informed him that they needed to pat him down before he could enter the home. ”Okay, say that next time before y’all come doing that.”. After they patted him down, they allowed him into the home. ”Miss King will be with you shortly.” One of the guards said. ”Yeah, thanks.” Zaire made his way over towards the couch and sat down, taking a glance around the place.

they don't knowSliding her curvaceous body into the Elise Ryan bandeau party dress, Semaj could hear the car pulling into the drive way. She smiled softly, knowing that Zaire would be up for a surprise when it came to the security. Quite frankly, Semaj was a dangerous woman who messed around with dangerous people. When it came to her home, she couldn’t take any chances. Usually, this is where she laid her head, so it was natural for her to want to protect it. Yes, she handled business here, but this was her baby. Semaj had another hideout spot somewhere in Ashwick, but no one knew about it yet but her. Semaj snapped the Alexander McQueen metal stud t-strap sling back pump and smiled brightly as she looked at herself in the mirror. She pushed her hair back a bit to display the Ali Khan gold tone feather earrings that she had been dying to wear ever since she bought them. Figuring that it was finally time for her to see the man of the hour, she went downstairs and smiled brightly when she noticed him sitting down on the couch. ”How long have you been here?” Semaj asked as if she didn’t know. What he didn’t know was that Semaj knew everything that happened in her house.”Food’s ready, so c’mon,” she spoke as she went into the dining room where they could be alone and divulge into the delicious meal she had prepared for the two of them. Semaj sat down in front of one of the plates and looked over to Zaire, ”You look nice.” this post is for zaire reyes. there are a lot of words in this post. lyrics by jon b. here is the outfit link or whatever here. oh, and also... notes go here. FLEUR!

Times like this, he hated he was so damn curious-minded. His eyes explored around the place in much interest for anything that would capture his attention. Standing to his feet, he started to walk around the living room and get a closer examine of the things in his sight. He was really in search for something that would give him more information about Semaj—information that he might not have known about her, to be exact. He quickly moved away and sat dow onto the couch when he started to feel like she’d be coming any second now. And he was right.

A smirk slowly graced his lips as he watched her move down the stairs in a beautiful little dress. She looked nice. ”For about…” He paused to look down at his G-shock on his wrist. ”Five minutes.” He answered, making his way back up onto his feet. He followed her into the diner room and took a seat down at the table, his nose already inhaling the scent of the food. ”You look nice yourself, and the food smells delicious.” He complimented, grabbing his fork and started to dig into the food without wasting much time. He was starving.

they don't know”Five minutes?” Semaj laughed softly whilst briefly turning around to look at him, before turning back around to make her way to the table, ”I should’ve made you wait longer.” Usually, waiting on Semaj could take anywhere from thirty minutes to an hour and a half. When it came to looking good, she always wanted to look the best. It was in her nature and she wanted to keep it that way. When she was with her now, late, fiancé it was a necessity for her to look the best. Now, that he’s dead, Semaj has to continue to do that while handling business on the streets. It became tiring, but what else was going to pay for her two homes, her vehicles, security, and all of the shopping sprees she desired? It was the price that came with a businesswoman.Semaj took a sip of the fine Ace of Spades and smiled a bit, ”Trust me, I know.” Semaj was one of those girls that was pretty hard to impress, because what can you do for a girl that seemingly has everything? ”So how has everything been, Z? Last time we spoke, we fought, so what’s been up?” Semaj finally asked as she picked up a piece of the meat and chewed it. She knew that her and Zaire together were like a hot thing. They could get so angry with one another, and it didn’t help that she always had to have power in something. Smirking at the thought of their last argument, Semaj couldn’t but smile at how everything went down.this post is for zaire reyes. there are a lot of words in this post. lyrics by jon b. here is the outfit link or whatever here. oh, and also... notes go here. FLEUR!

”And if you did that, I would’ve left and made plans to do this with you another time.” He countered simply. He had low patience when it came down to females preparing themselves to get ready for a date. He never understood why they would go to such great lengths to look great for someone. Maybe it was just one female trait he’d never understand about females. With a careless shrug, he just brushed it off and continued to enjoy this little evening with her.

He shook his head at her reply. ”You ruined it there.” He muttered as he continued to stuff his face with the food. Licking his lips, he looked up at her then went back onto his food, not really wanting to think about the last time the two met up with one another. ”Fine.” He answered without going into much detail about it, since she didn’t ask for it. ”You?’

they don't know”You that brave?” Semaj quickly shot back at him. She didn’t take too kindly to Zaire’s attitude over a joke. One thing Semaj always told people was that she never had time. Squeezing Zaire in at this close minute was a very difficult thing for her to do. Had he come earlier, she probably would have had a lot of explaining to do, but then again – she wouldn’t have explained anything to him. It was all in Semaj’s nature to just not really care what people thought. If you didn’t know the truth, then what good were you? Semaj rolled her eyes, ”I swear you make it difficult for me to bite my tongue, Zaire. You really do.” Semaj laughed softly as she dropped the fork and knife onto the plate and looked at him. Her attitude was in full force at this point. It took little things to piss her off. His side comments always did the trick. ”I’ve been handling business, like I always tell you.” Semaj spoke before hearing her cell phone go off. Semaj frowned up when she saw who was calling her, ”What?” It was the way she usually answered her phone. All the hellos and what-nots were saved for when she was flirting, ”You’re in heat right now. So take it back.” Semaj simply replied, using codes like she always did in the presence of people. ”Quite frankly, I don’t give a damn what you do with it.” Semaj rolled her eyes before hanging up. That should have been enough information for him, right? ”Sorry about that,” Semaj expressed with a light smile. She hated when things became too close to time. Right now, she would probably be meeting Syncere and telling him where to put Mark’s body. As many times as they’ve done this, he didn’t know where the hell to go? Take that nigga to a morgue! this post is for zaire reyes. there are a lot of words in this post. lyrics by jon b. here is the outfit link or whatever here. oh, and also... notes go here. FLEUR!

”Obviously,” Zaire shot back at her. This was the main reason the two of them always clashed with one another. With their history of arguments, it has gotten difficult for Zaire to part her joking from being serious. Actually, he just gave up trying to describe the difference and took her serious with whatever she said, unless she was flirting with him–he’d when someone is flirting with him, and he always played along for the hell of it. He took a bite out of his meat, shrugging his shoulders carelessly. ”The feelings mutual.” He said simply.

He took his fork to play around with his food absentmindedly, still chewing on the food in his mouth. ”What type of business you do that makes you SO busy? That’s all you talk about is business, but I never seen you doing much “business”. Am I missing something here?” He blurted out. Once he realized his “blurt out”, he gnawed down onto his bottom lip and shook his head, resuming back to his eating his food. ”Nevermind.” He mumbled.

While she went on to have her phone conversation with someone on the phone, his curiosity led him into eavesdropping upon the talk while playing it off as if he was more focused on eating. Once she was done, he set his fork down on the plate and directed his attention directly onto Semaj. ”It’s cool. Everything alright?”

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they don't knowSemaj shot Zaire a cold glare. Was he out of his mind right now? Of course, Zaire was always out of his mind in Semaj’s mind. She was crazy for the boy, but their personalities clashed more than ever. Semaj looked at him when he asked her a question. She cocked her head to the side before releasing a charming smile. ”Zaire, when we're together, I usually try to make it about us,” she told him, explaining why he never sees her doing business. ”Just like I never see you when you're in school.” Semaj took another piece of meat and chewed on it. She knew that, eventually, she would have to give Zaire an explanation on her business. He was going to want to know how one girl could own this big house with security. In order to get that far, he’d have to ask specific questions that Semaj would give answers to. ”Yeah,” Semaj spoke softly, obviously taken off guard by his question. She picked her cell phone up off the table and sent a quick text message before deleting it right after and turned her phone off. ”This is about us. You almost done? I’ve lost my appetite. What did you want to do after dinner, by the way?” Semaj asked, not really planning anything. She didn’t have any interesting movies, besides action packed ones. this post is for zaire reyes. there are a lot of words in this post. lyrics by jon b. here is the outfit link or whatever here. oh, and also... notes go here. FLEUR!

Zaire acknowledged her cold glare with a small chuckle. He has been down this route with her before. Apparently, he must’ve said something right in order for her to stare at him with such intensity of a glare, but it never affected him none. To Zaire’s belief, the more you clashed with a person, the more you start becoming immune to the stares you receive out of them; it’s the words, on the other hand, that you aren’t immune to. Let’s just say, the both of them could hit a low-blow when it was needed the most, and that created all sparks of argument right then and there. ”There’s a “us” now? If there was an ‘us’, why the hell am I being patted down by security outside of your home? Why the hell is your phone going off during “our” time? And … why the hell you need securities for anyway?” He blurted out, voicing the slight upset in his tone. He had no idea what triggered the emotion, but he just wasn’t comfortable with securities stopping him and patting him down for no reason like that.

He took another bite out of his food, his eyes immediately directed over onto the phone. He was curious to know who she was texting. With his curiosity bound to get the best of him at some point tonight, he was going to find a way to figure out what’s been going on if she wasn’t going to give him the answers he needed. He was tired of being left in the dark about her doings. ”Umm, I’m still eating…?” He held up his fork with the food on it before putting it into his mouth. ”And I don’t know. You the one that came up with the brilliant idea, you should be telling me what’s next.”

they don't knowThe relationship possessed with Zaire wasn’t a normal one. Here were two people who knew how to get under each other’s skin. Semaj was a blunt person and spoke her mind, not thinking on the consequences that came after. Zaire had his bold moments, as well. When he got bold, it was bad for Semaj. She didn’t like when Zaire got bold because it was usually the same thing. Today his boldness caught her off guard, but she was able to handle it and move past it. She didn’t have to tell him of her business tonight, and she was thankful for that. It had not occurred to her that he was as curious, but he had a point. Semaj was always busy, but she never looked it. She didn’t do the work unless it was to make the initial money or to do damage control. Damage control happened to be her favorite part of work, actually. After killing her ex fiancé, Semaj gets an adrenaline rush when killing someone. Semaj let out a soft chuckle at Zaire, and rolled her eyes a bit. ”Oh Zaire,” she shook her head before looking over to him with a soft smile formed on her plump lips. ”You’re being pat down because I need to protect myself. Don’t worry, we pat down children as well,” Semaj reassured him so that there was nothing different. ”I have no control over who calls me and I need security because people are dangerous in the world.” Semaj stood to her feet and grabbed her plate.”Is that enough information to hold you for a while?” She asked him bluntly, hinting that she didn’t want to discuss it any further. But, she had a feeling that she would be doing it anyway. ”Whatever Zaire,” Semaj shook her head before putting her food up. She would simply eat it later or simply tomorrow. Looking at the time, it was still young outside, in her opinion. She usually didn’t go to sleep until the sun was about to come up – unless she was tired. ”Hey, I invited you for dinner. You’re eating.” Semaj bit down on her bottom lip as she leaned on the island near the dinner table and watched him. Her arms folded across her chest as she patiently waited for him to finish his meal.this post is for zaire reyes. there are a lot of words in this post. lyrics by jon b. here is the outfit link or whatever here. oh, and also... notes go here. FLEUR!

Her words caused a frown to appear on his face. What she means it was for protection? What type of harm could Zaire possibly to do to anyone? Besides dealing with parasomnia, he couldn’t do much damage to anybody unless you were to really provoke him into becoming physical. He doesn’t possess a gun nor a weapon. So again, what type of harm will he bring to her? The only thing he could think of was his slick remarks, but that was nothing. ”You pat down children as well? What the hell? What type of Michael Jackson institution are you running here?” He dropped his fork down onto his plate as you could hear the loud cling noise with your own two ears. He had officially lost his appetite. He grabbed the napkin to wipe his mouth and tossed it off to the side. ”And?” He shot back. ”You don’t see half of other billion people walk around with securities cause people are dangerous. What makes you so different from your average citizen?” Even if she wanted him to stop asking her questions, he wasn’t going to stop that easily. He wanted answers. Direct and solid ones. Whether she gives it or not, he can always scoop around and find the information for himself. No problems.

He slid the food away from him to indicate that he was done eating—more specifically, he lost the appetite to eat at the moment. ”Nah, I’m full now. Thanks for the food. What’s next on the activity list to do for the night?” He grabbed another napkin to clean the grease from his hands and around his mouth before tossing it onto the nearly emptied plate. Instead of waiting for an answer, Zaire stood to his feet and explored into the living room, taking a glance around the home. ”It feels like I haven’t been in here in decades.”

they don't knowThe frown that was bedaubed on Semaj’s face was one that couldn’t be easily superseded. She didn’t take too kindly to people disrespecting her. It was as if her trigger finger began itching as she narrowed her eyes at Zaire, hoping that he would cease his antics right that moment. She was typically used to Zaire and his mouth, but tonight was simply not the night. The conversation at hand was not the most appropriate. Quickly, Semaj’s mind began to come up with a possible explanation to give him. But, as he continued to badger her, Semaj simply snapped, ”So?! I’m not the average fucking citizen!” Her voice was hostile, as if he had offended her in some way. ”I’m sure if those average people could afford the protection I had, they would. The dangerous people I’m talking about are ruthless.” Semaj’s eyes narrowed as a soft smirk plastered on her beautiful face. ”These people don’t care about time, place, or the way they take you out. As long as you’re gone, they’re perfectly fine.” Semaj stepped back and attempted to calm her very own nerves by taking a sip from the champagne glass. ”I was engaged to be married to a drug kingpin. He was obloquious and perfidious. I couldn’t leave because he wouldn’t let me. One night, I came home and he was in our bed with another woman,” Semaj smirked a bit to saunter the thoughts that she was feeling. Her words spoke nothing but the truth, but lies were secretively hidden, ”We fought about the woman in our bed, and he told me I simply needed to learn my place and that I simply came home too early. The woman somehow rushed past us and was gone into the night, but he was so pissed that I didn’t let him finish busting his nut that he pulled the gun from under the pillow and pistol whipped me. That was one thing that he’d never done.” Semaj laughed softly as she looked like she was in a deep thought about the entire night. ”I saw red and I’m sure he saw red as well. Had I not killed him, he would have killed me.” Semaj finally looked over to Zaire for a reaction as the tears came quickly in her eyes, blurring her vision. ”His people are after me because I killed their source of income.” Semaj shook her head as he began wiping her eyes. Semaj knew in her heart that that was not how the night went. Her crime was premeditated, but with her bruises from the night before, she was able to make everything look squeaky clean for the cops. ”We can do whatever. I need another drink.” Semaj strolled into the kitchen and poured herself another drink before following him into the living room, ”You haven’t. You stopped loving me,” she joked casually. this post is for zaire reyes. there are a lot of words in this post. lyrics by jon b. here is the outfit link or whatever here. oh, and also... notes go here. FLEUR!

”Is that right?” He sat back into his seat with a light chuckle leaving his lips. This was his only way he did things to provoke people into telling him things—irritate them enough and get the answers through their anger—but he was slowly reconsidering on going about this method with her, simply because he was gradually slowing interest in find out the truth. Eventually, like always, he’d just have to find out the truth on his own then stick around for someone to tell you. You can never rely on people to do something right nowadays. ”Again, you’re not that far off from average, so I do not understand the point here.” He replied simply, taking a sip out of his drink. ”You act as if your scared of them, jeez.” He rolled his eyes.

Zaire sucked his teeth when she mentioned she was married to some drug kingpin. What the hell did females found interest in these dudes that were nothing but trouble? He would never understand. Zaire wasn’t even about that life, yet it seems that life gets more of the girl’s attention than a regular guy trying to make a living for him and his little brother… the legal way, of course. ”I see..” He took a sip out of his drink. He couldn’t speak on that because he knew very little about the whole drug dealing life. He saw it like this: it was more of her problem than his. His life was way too valuable and important to be getting caught up in her nonsense, especially anything like that. He might have had feelings for her, but he couldn’t mess with someone that were living a crazy life and had people coming after them, ‘cause eventually they would try to come after the people they were associated with. ”Good luck with that.” He added, slightly tempted to find a excuse to leave and head back home where he felt safer.

Plopping down onto the couch, he grabbed the remote to turn the television on and flicked through the channels until he found something that caught his interest. ”I haven’t stopped loving anybody. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”