by Lucinda John
“Daddy, your dinner is in the oven whenever you’re ready to eat.”
Reapplying my lipstick, I made sure I had everything I needed before kissing Miami goodbye.
“Bitch, your man did you right! This whip is nice.” Nookie complimented my car as I drove us to the club. Since Deja was with one of her little dips, she opted for meeting us there.
“Thank you, bitch. My nigga never ceases to amaze me. Like, a bitch is in love, oh my God!” I screamed.
“I see that.” Nookie giggled. “Pull up to that liquor store, so we can grab a bottle. A bitch is on a budget. I do not feel like paying them high ass drink prices.”
“I know that’s right.” I agreed before making an illegal U-turn then pulling into the parking lot of the liquor store. “It looks like the party is right here.” Peeping the scene, a mixture of niggas and females were posted up outside drinking, smoking, and jamming the music that was blasting from the speaker.
“Yeah, they got this bitch jumping. Let’s grab our bottles and post up with here real quick.”
“I’m with it.” I nodded in agreement.
Switching out of my heels into my flip flops, I grabbed my bag then made my way out of the car with Nookie next to me.
“Damn, lil’ mama in that dress, let me holla at you right quick,” a random nigga slurred. Since Nookie was wearing a two-piece short set, I knew he was talking to me.
I didn’t even look his way as I pushed my way through the door and headed straight for the Hennessy and a can of Coke.
“Damn, Hennessy, you out here hurting them niggas.” Dre chuckled as he swaggered his way over to me. “Yo, I got my shit and hers too!” Dre called out to the clerk.
Discreetly pushing Nookie’s drink next to mine, I made sure Dre paid for both of our shit.
“Where you headed to, ma?” Dre questioned, holding the door open for me.
“We about to head to the club but decided to kick out there while we pre-gamed.”
“You look good as fuck.” Dre size me up as he walked me back to my car. “This you?” He acknowledged my whip.
“Yup, my baby got it for me,” I smiled, taunting him.
“Your baby, huh?” Dre chuckled.
“Yup.” Digging in the bag, I pulled out my bottle and poured myself a cup.
“Yo, Henny, I’m about to go speak to that nigga over there. You good?” Nookie asked, downing her cup then pouring another.
“Yeah, I’m good.” I waved her off.
“You know you was supposed to be mine,” Dre spoke up, closing the space between us.
“Oh, really?” I raised a brow, amused by his antics.
“Ma, stop playing like you never thought about what could have happened between us if I didn’t get knocked.” Dre deepened his glare, causing me to shift.
“That’s the past, this the present, and I’m happy with who I’m with.”
“If you say so.” Placing his bottle on the hood of my car, Dre buried his head in the crook of my neck.
“Dre, chill.” I attempted to push him away, yet the tantalizing scent of his cologne had me stuck.
“Dreeeeeeee.” Against my will, a moan escaped my lips from the feeling of his lips kissing all over my neck.
My juices stained the seat of my satin thong as my legs began to quiver. I could feel Dre’s hands inching up my dress, his fingers pushing my drenched thong to the side. Everything in me screamed this was wrong, but the way my body naturally gave into him made it hard for me to think logically.
“Dre, stop,” I cried out as he ran his slippery fingers across my clit.
“Nut for me like you did that day at my crib, and I’ll stop,” he challenged while quickening his pace.
With Dre’s fingers manipulating my swollen nub, his lips attacked my flesh. It made it hard for me not to cum.
“Ohhhh, SHIT!” I called out, allowing my cum to run freely all over Dre’s hands.
“That’s all you had to do.” Pulling his hands from underneath my dress, he sucked on them.
“That’s foul as fuck, Dre, for real,” I hissed, pissed the fuck off that I allowed this nigga to help me cheat on Miami.
“I told you this shit between us,” Dre pointed his finger from me to him, “is real as fuck. You play house with that nigga all you want, but you already know what it is.”
“Nigga, we fucked once. Get over yourself.” Pushing Dre away from me, I knocked his body off the hood of my car before walking to the driver’s side and driving toward the crowd.
Honking the horn, I motioned for Nookie to get in the car before quickly driving off.
“Wassup, Henny? You good?” Nookie looked over at me.
“I let this nigga get to me. I fucked up, man!” I cried, allowing my tears to trickle freely down my face.
“Damn, what happened? What did that nigga do?”
“I don’t feel like talking about it. Man, can we just kick it at your crib?”
“Yeah, I got my weed and my liquor, so I’m down for whatever,” Nookie replied.
“ D amn, ma, hold on.” I groaned, gripping Hennessy’s hair as she woke me up to some deep throat.
“Hmmmm.” She hummed on my dick as she continued to suction.
Glancing over at the clock, I noticed it was about three in the morning. The scent of liquor and weed seeped from Hennessy’s pores, filling the air. Judging by the way my dick was hitting the back of her throat, she was drunk and horny.
“Fuccccccccck!” A deep growled left my lips as I coated her throat with my nut.
“Fuck me, daddy,” Henny slurred.
“Say less, shorty.” Flipping her on her stomach, I spread her fat ass cheeks apart before running my tongue along the crack of her ass.
“Ouuuuu, daddy!” Henny jumped the moment I penetrated her ass with my tongue.
I could feel her body tremble underneath me as I ate her ass out before sucking on her pussy from the back until her cum filled my mouth.
“Come get this dick.” Licking the remnants of Henny’s cum that dripped from the corner of my lips, I watched as she struggled to arch her back.
Running my dick along the crack of Henny’s ass, I spread her ass open before thrusting my dick deep in her. With a firm grip on Hennessy’s booty cheeks, I slightly pushed one of her legs up then proceeded to fuck the shit out of her while she lay flat on her stomach. The deeper I buried my dick within the warmth of her dripping tunnel, the louder she cried out for me to keep fucking her.
“Ouuuu, daddy! Shit! Shit! Shitttttt!” Henny purred.
A few strokes later, it felt like my dick had been submerged in a large body of water. Henny’s loud, high pitched squeals filled the air as her body went through a series of spasms. While Henny continued to convulse, my strokes began to slow down as I neared my peak. The feeling of her walls gripping my dick made it impossible for me to hold my nut in. Sinking my nails into her ass cheeks, I held on while my nut shot from my dick, weakening a nigga.
“Got damn.” I huffed, plopping next to Henny. “Shorty, you good?”
“No. I… think… I’m… going… to…” Flipping out of the bed, Henny turned over and started throwing up.
“You always doing this shit, man.” Picking Hennessy up, I carried her to the bathroom, so she could finish throwing up.
“Stop drinking so fucking much if you can’t handle your liquor.” Snatching a washcloth from the rack, I wet it with hot water.
“I’m sorry,” she softly whimpered.
Using the hot rag, I washed her face… then her neck, until I came across a deep red mark on the side of her neck.
“Yo, Hennessy, what the fuck is this?” I growled. Using the rag, I tried to scrub the mark off.
“What’s what?” she asked.
“This shit right here!” Gripping her by the hair, I brought her over to the floor-length mirror, so she could see the deep red imprint on her neck.
“Is this a fucking hickey?” I spazzed, gripping her hair tighter.
“Duh, didn’t you just put that there?” Henny rolled her eyes.
“Stop fucking playing with me, kid. I didn’t even touch your fucking neck.” Tightening my grip on her hair, I pulled her head back to get a better look at her neck.
“This a fucking hickey! Ain’t this about a bitch!? Yo, this broad can’t be serious right now!” Pushing Henny against the wall, I placed my hand around her throat.
“I… think… I burned myself with the flat iron,” Henny stuttered.
“A fucking flat iron? That shit wasn’t on your neck when you left the fucking house, Henny! Lie to me a-fucking-gain! Lie to me!” Balling up my fist, something in me snapped.
I was tired of people fucking with me, playing me, betraying me. Hennessy had put me in a lot of shit over the years, but I accepted that shit because I loved the fuck out of that broad. Day in and day out, I bled the fucking block, making sure she was straight. I ain’t fuck with these hoes, no matter how much pussy they threw in my face. I kept shit one hundred with Henny. Sitting there watching her ass lie in my fucking face enraged the fuck out of a nigga. I wasn’t a fuck nigga. I didn’t put my hands on females, but she was pushing that shit.
“It was, I promise!” she cried.
“You still lying to me, bruh?!” I shouted, forcing Henny to jump in fear.
“I’m not ly—”
Boom!
I punched a hole in the wall inches from Hennessy’s face.
Drawing my fist back, I continued to punch at the wall until I felt the bones in my knuckles crack.
“I’m fucking done with your hoe ass!” I snapped, walking away from Henny.
“Miami, wait. Baby, please!” she blubbered.
“Hennessy, stay the fuck away from me, kid. I’ll fuck around and break yo’ fucking jaw. Real shit!” I growled.
“Baby, please, let me explain,” she pleaded.
“Shut the fuck up talking to me, bitch!” I seethed.
Wrapping a towel around my hand to stop the bleeding, I quickly got dressed, snatched my keys off the key rack, then stormed toward the front door with Henny hot on my trail.
“Miami, wait!” Henny cried out, blocking my entrance.
“Get the fuck out of my face, man! Let me leave before I lay hands on you, bruh!” Pushing Henny out of my face, I watched as she stumbled a bit before losing her footing and falling on her ass.
Pulling the door open, I walked out, slamming that bitch behind me and tearing that mothafucka off the hinges.
Hopping in my ride, I used my good hand to drive as I maneuvered through the roads that led to Jazzy’s house.
“Who the fuck is that banging on my damn door this type of morning?” Jazzy yelled from the other end of the door.
Crippled by pain, I doubled over with my back against the door, still knocking.
“Speak now, or I’ma blow yo’ fucking head off!” Jazzy spat.
“It’s me,” I spoke up. “Miami!”
I could hear the chains and the locks clanking before she opened the door.
“Oh, shit. Boy, what happened to you?” Jazzy rushed over and helped me over to the couch.
“I fucked my hand up!” Sucking in a deep breath, I felt winded as fuck.
“Oh, my God!” Jazzy eyes widened the moment she unraveled the towel from my hand. “What the fuck happened to you?”
“I don’t even want to talk about that shit right now.” The more I thought of how Henny tried to play me, the more I wanted to hop in my ride and fuck her ass up. For real, this time.
“I need to get you to the hospital. That don’t look good.”
“Man, I ain’t fucking with no hospital.” I waved Jazzy off.
“Miami, I’m not about to play with you. Getcho ass up so I can take you to the ER. Your fucking hand is swollen and shit.”
“Man, whatever.” Letting out a harsh breath, I used my good hand to help me to my feet before walking out of the house.
“Let me go get dressed.” Jazzy walked to the back to change out of her nightclothes.
“I’m good… I’m about to go lock up.”
“Miami…”
“I said I’m good!” I didn’t mean to raise my voice at Jazzy, but I didn’t need her ass babysitting me. I was a grown ass man.
“Alright, let me know what they say.” Walking me out, Jazzy stood in the doorway until I got in the car and drove off.
Ignoring all of Hennessy’s phone calls and text messages, I sat in the hospital’s parking lot rolling a joint. If I was going to deal with a bunch of motherfuckers who were going to be all in my fucking business, I would rather do that shit high. Now that the adrenaline wore off, the thumping feeling in my hand was starting to fuck with me. Taking a look at my hand, I cringed at how swollen my shit was. My knuckles were swollen and covered in blood. The way my middle finger looked, I knew that shit was broken.
Killing my ignition, I smashed the blunt in the ashtray before making my way through the doors of the emergency room. The waiting area was crowded while nurses did their best to call everyone back by the level of their emergency. Staggering my way to the sign-in desk, I used the clipboard to fill in whatever information I felt like they needed to know then took a seat in the far corner.
Thirty minutes later, I was called back to get my vitals checked then placed in the room where I waited for my nurse.
“What brings you here today?” I was asked for the fifteenth time.
Looking up from my phone, my eyes landed on someone I hadn’t seen since high school.
“Miami.” She smiled at me, showing off those sexy ass dimples and a set of perfectly white teeth that those braces worked hard to fix.
“Wassup?” I nodded toward my hand. “I fucked it up.”
“Let me take a look at it,” Rea sweetly replied as she walked over to the kitchen to wash her hands and apply gloves.
Glancing at her ass, I couldn’t deny how fat that motherfucker had gotten over the years. Although she was innocently dressed in a pair of blue scrubs, the way the material clung to her frame made her wide hips, round ass, and thick thighs stand out. Rea wasn’t that pretty, quiet girl she was in high school. Nah… Rea was now a fine ass grown woman with grown woman curves.
“Wow, this is bad. How did this happen?” Rea examined my hand. The sweet scent of vanilla filled my nose as she leaned into me.
“Does it matter?” Looking up at her pretty brown skin that held a natural glow, I couldn’t deny her beauty. From her heart shaped face, small button nose, and full, succulent lips… yeah, Rea had grown the fuck up!
“You still rude as fuck.” Rea rolled her eyes. “I’ll bring you something back for pain then take you back for an x-ray once the doctor approves everything.” Rea glanced over at me with her pretty brown eyes before backing out of the room, hugging her clipboard.
Back in high school, Rea would always greet me whenever we saw each other. Even though things never worked out for us, she never took that shit to heart. Junior year, Rea joined the dual enrollment program where she was able to go to school for half the day then attend a community college for the remainder of the year. By senior year, she was able to early exit since she met all of the graduation requirements. That was the last time I ever heard from her.
“Alright. I’m going to give you this morphine injection, then a technician is going to come and take you to get an x-ray,” Rea interrupted my thoughts.
“Cool.”
Kicking back, I waited for her to give me the injection, which instantly relaxed me. I wasn’t sure if it was because I smoked that weed before coming in, but the weed and the morphine had a nigga feeling nice as fuck.
“Yo, you do know I blazed, right?” I peered at Rea through low eyes.
“Yes, I smell that shit all over you, but you’ll be good. The two together will make you feel really good for a few hours, but it won’t harm you.” Removing her gloves, Rea walked over to the sink to wash her hands again.
“That ass fat as fuck,” I mumble
d, causing Rea to blush.
Waving me off, Rea giggled before walking out of my room, closing the door behind her.
“Miami.” Rea shook me awake.
“Yo, what time is it?” I opened my eyes and sat up.
“Almost eight in the morning.” She began to place a few items on the table.
Looking behind her, I could see that she was accompanied by a doctor.
“Miami, you banged your hand up pretty bad. Thankfully, you don’t need surgery. You’re suffering from a mild fracture and a dislocated finger. With the finger splint and a cast, your injuries will heal in about three weeks. Lay off any strenuous activities that may affect the healing process. Nurse Wilson here is going to wrap you up then discharge you,” the doctor said before walking out of the room.
“Do your thing, Nurse Wilson.”
“Say less.” She winked at me.
With my eyes trained on Rea, I watched how she focused on my hand while she skillfully cleaned the cuts that were on my knuckles. Once she was done, she applied the splint to my finger before applying a short arm cast to my hand.
“You’re all done.” She smiled. “May I have the honor of being the first person to sign it.”
“This ain’t fucking middle school, Rea. I ain’t a fucking kid,” I snapped.
“I know… I mean, I probably won’t see you again, and maybe I want to change that.” Rea gripped her bottom lip with her teeth.
“How you gon’ do that?”
“Let me show you…” Reaching for a black sharpie, Rea popped the top then used her unoccupied hand to hide whatever she was writing.
“Are you fucking serious right now?” I huffed.
“Boy, stop.” Rea giggled. “There, I’m done.” She Revealed her phone number with a small heart next to it.
“I hope you know Imma scribble all this shit off.”
“Save my number before you do.” Placing the clipboard down on the table in front of me, she read me my discharge instructions before showing me where to sign. “You’re good to go. Make sure to follow up with me just in case you don’t have a primary doctor,” Rea flirted. With an extra switch in her step, she walked out of the door with all my attention on that ass.
