OG Sanchez “A New York Love Story”

Love Notes

Three days after I found out that Melo was the owner of the Dumbo spot , I decided to take another trip there. Not necessarily looking to see him but it really was an awesome spot to unwind at. And if I happened to see him, then that would of just been a plus.

Our last encounter, confirmed what I have been feeling all along. There was a very strong connection and attraction between us. Neither of us could deny it if we wanted to. He could play hard to get all he wants but I know when a man is feeling me. Those lil smirks , side glances & ass checking mean something. He want all of this as much as I want all of that. But I'm also aware that a man in his position , always has to be careful who he brings around. He doesn't know me...yet. But I was willing and able to break down his walls no matter how long it takes me. I'm very patient. Especially when it comes to what I want.

When I arrived at the spot , there was a few people here and there scattered around. My usual spot was open so I decided to just chill out and order some lunch while here as well. Everything was banging at this spot. I lounged around for about 2 hours when I decided to head back home, a lil bummed that I didn't get a chance to see him today. But before I left , I decided to write my number on a napkin and leave it for the bartender to give to Melo. I told him, I'm a friend but got a new phone and didn't know how to reach him. I think he remembered me from the other day so he had no problem taking it.

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MELO POV

Damn , it's been a long day. It seemed like everybody was tryna reup today. I've been all over Brooklyn and it seems like my schedule still not lighting up. But who am I to complain? This my life. It took a lot of blood, sweat , tears and sins to get to where I'm at today. Everyday , I Focus my mind on the bigger picture and where I want to take this empire. There's a lot of mouths to be fed around me so I can't stop now.

When I pulled up to my spot in Dumbo, my mind immediately thought of lil momma. I've been calling her that since day one and it fits her perfectly. I had a strong attraction to her. And I'm not just talking physically. Because that's definitely there but also just how she carries herself. The thing that I find most attractive about her is her confidence. That and she got some cojones on her. I'm sure that cousin of hers filled her in on who I am by now but I’m sure that didn’t matter to her. The fact that she went back to the block to look for me saids a lot. And as fate would have it, she ended up at my spot all the way out here. What are the odds? Nobody but a selected few knew that I own that spot so I knew she ain't get that info from the streets.

I wasn’t sure where I wanted to take things with her as of yet. She wasn't a regular chick...if it really was only about fuckin, then we would of been f****d by now. But she’s more than that, I knew that from the jump. There’s something about her that caught my attention but I couldn’t put my finger on the reason. My life is crazy and if you was to f**k with me, I needed to be 100% sure that you would be willing to ride out. If I was to see what's good with her though, I would have to make sure that she would be able to handle it. Something in her eyes was telling me that she could though but would I want to put her in harm's way? Of course the answer to that is no. But every day that goes by, it's getting harder and harder to stay away.

I walked in my spot , ready to just pick up my bread and go when I caught myself looking to the corner booth where I had seen her last. For some reason , I had a feeling that she was here today.

“What's up boss?” My bartender Mike calls out to me.

As I started making my way behind the bar, I see him reaching for a napkin that was in his pocket.

“What's up Mike, everything good?” I asked.

“Yea , everything good. Business jumping as usual. But hey, the girl that you was talking to the other day stopped by earlier…. she asked me to give you this. She said you guys were friends but she just got a new phone and didn't know how to contact you..”

My feelings were right. She was here today, and now she wanna be a lil scam artist by telling my staff we friends and s**t. She's persistent. I give her that.

“Oh iight , cool thanks” was all I said as I walked to my office.

Once I got there, I looked at the number on the napkin. She had nice handwriting. I expected that and it was cute how she put a little heart underneath the exclamation point after she wrote “hit me up”. What type of mushy s**t is this. Get it together Melo. I memorized the number, ripped the napkin and threw it away.

When I got outside , I was contemplating if I should hit her up or not. I already knew I was going to call her eventually but I wasn't sure when. I typed in her number a few times before I even reached the Stuy but decided against hitting her up in the end. I felt clearing up my schedule before I did was my best bet.