When A Bad Boy Wants Your Heart 2

by Sephiri J

  “Marrrrrrrcus!” I gasped as I closed my eyes. I felt my body twitching. “Fuck, baby, I’m cuming!” I said.

  “Arrgh!” he said as he thrust into me one last time, and I felt his body shake. I held on to the sink as I tried to catch my breath.

  “Shit, Gisselle, your pussy still good as fuck,” Marcus said, and I felt him slide his limp dick out of me then reach to fix his pants.

  I stood up, shimmied my pants back up my thick hips, and buckled the waist.

  “What you on later?” he asked, looking at me and biting his bottom lip.

  I knew he was trying to set up round two.

  “Not a whole lot. Might go by Neiman’s,” I said and cocked my head to the side.

  “How much you need?” he asked and reached into his pockets.

  I couldn’t help smile as I watched him pull out his wallet and count off $100 bills. It was always this fucking easy with him. I reached over and took the bundle from him. Fuck he thought this was?

  “This will do,” I said while looking down at it. It was at least $7,000.

  He chuckled, and I heard his phone buzzing in his pocket.

  “I got you, Gisselle,” he said and pulled his phone out.

  The banging continued on the door, and I rolled my eyes because I was ready to bounce. I might call him later to come by my place, but he knew if I did, he would need at least a another few stacks.

  “Oh shit,” he said before I got to the door.

  “What happened?” I asked as I unlocked the door.

  This ugly ass fat white chick stormed in with her face screwed up.

  “This is a public restroom for the patrons of this restaurant,” she said while looking angrily at me. Then she turned to Marcus. “For females.”

  “Move along, bitch,” Marcus said to her, and I burst out laughing. He nodded at me as we stepped out. I was ready to go.

  “Your boy City’s pops is in the hospital,” Marcus said, which made me stop in my tracks.

  I quickly turned around to him.

  “What? Why?” I asked.

  Marcus shrugged and looked back down at his phone. “He ain’t say. He just said they at Miami Regional.”

  My heart started beating fast. I needed to go to him. He must be worried to death; I knew he and his father were real close.

  Marcus put his phone back in his pocket and shrugged. “He said I should run the shop till he gets back. Them niggas will be aight for one night. Let me drop you home, so we can chill,” he said, coming up beside me.

  But the wheels in my head were already spinning. I fake coughed. “Sorry, babe. I been feeling this cold coming on for the last few hours, and my throat is sore. I’m just gonna go home and sleep it off.”

  Marcus looked at me like a lost puppy. I patted his arm. “Later,” I said as I walked away.

  I knew where I needed to be. Miami Regional wasn’t far from there. If I could have it my way, I’d get to the hospital to comfort my man, and he would fall right into my arms all over again. I could only hope, anyway. Quickly, I jumped into my Audi and drove out the parking lot toward the hospital.

  Twenty minutes later

  I made my way to the room that the nurse at the front desk told me Mr. Bailey was in. I had to lie and tell her I was his daughter. Thank God I’d remembered that City had mentioned his full name to me while we were together. I had never met any of City’s family, which was another thing that really bothered me when we were together. He never introduced me to his mother or father, even though they lived right in Miami. I hated that shit.

  I was almost at room 379, and I pulled on my top to make sure my boobs were popping out just right. Hopefully, City was the only one there, and that new girl I’d seen him with lately wasn’t stuck up under him. Just as I was about to turn the corner into the room, I heard a female voice. My blood started to boil, and I slowed down to listen in on what they were saying.

  “You know how City is,” she said, and I knew I had the right room, but I had no idea who this person was. “He’s hard headed and does what he wants. He’s just going through a lot now with this thing with his dad, Guwop. Just give him a minute to clear his head. By the way, I don’t know why you insist on going by that name. Stanley is a nice name. That’s the name your mother gave you, and I know for a fact your grandmother picked it out because she told me when she was alive. Why you go by Guwop is beyond me. You might not be my biological son like City, but you damn near are a son to me. I can’t be out here calling you Guwop,” she said then started to laugh.

  I listened and realized that this must be City’s mother. I’d never met her, but I saw her picture once in his phone when I was snooping. City obviously wasn’t in the room, but I sorta wanted to hear the rest of the conversation.

  “Anyway, I’m going to swing by his house and check on him. I’ll tell him you called me though, so he can call you,” she said.

  My heart started to race. I’d never been to City’s house, even though I had begged him the entire time we were together. We always went back to my place and even though he had been paying my rent, it rubbed me the wrong way because he made me feel like I wasn’t good enough to be in his space. But, if his mother was going over there, I could finally know where he laid his head at night. And my plan to get him back would be even stronger with that piece of information.

  I heard her voice coming closer, so I stepped away from the door and pretended to be looking at some of the artwork on the other wall across from the room. She stepped out and walked by me; she didn’t even seem to notice me. I got a look at her face and recognized her from the picture I saw in City’s phone. She was beautiful. She had the same brown skin as City that looked golden and like it glowed.

  Walking far enough behind her so she wouldn’t notice me, I followed her out to the parking lot. Thankfully, she had parked a little way up from where my car was parked. Quickly, I hopped in my car and found her as she was driving out of the parking lot.

  For about fifteen minutes, we drove until we made it to a beautiful community. It wasn’t gated, which worked for me, but I could tell it was well taken care of. I tried to keep far enough back from her, but she didn’t even know who I was, so I doubt she realized I was following her. When she pulled up to a two story house with a manicured front yard, I fell back. She got out and walked up to the front door then rang the doorbell.

  When I saw City open the door with a wife beater on and some gray sweatpants, my mouth instantly started to salivate. He was so fucking fine. I wanted him back in the worst way; it wasn’t even a question. I just had to figure out how.

  Turning my car around, I made a note on my GPS of where the house was. I would be back, that was for sure. City was going to be with me again, one way or another.

  7

  Bo

  I drove to City’s house with mixed emotions. For the last few days he had been ghost on me, and I was hurt at first, and then pissed. I figured he had probably hooked back up with that bitch I saw touching on him at the party the other night. The same bitch who was mean mugging me the first night me and City went out. I wouldn’t lie and say the idea of him leaving what we were pursuing for the plastic barbie wasn’t a blow to my ego, but I had no plans to get hung up on it. When he called me out the blue, it was honestly the last thing I expected.

  But, now, I was heading over to the address he gave me because I knew he needed me. He and his father were so close, I could hear the stress in his voice when he called me earlier. A few minutes later, I pulled up to the street he gave me.

  “Nice neighborhood,” I said to myself as I drove down the road.

  I never expected City to live in a low key neighborhood like this. He was loud and larger than life, so I figured he had an expensive condo on South Beach right in the middle of everything. This was so tucked away, but thinking about what I knew about him, it made sense. He was really private when it came to certain things. The whole world knew City, but I felt like Dominic lived here.

  I
pulled up to the address he gave me and saw a red BMW in the driveway parked beside City’s black Range Rover. Hopping out the car I walked up to the front door and knocked. I was sort of nervous to see him; it had been a few days since we even spoke. When the door opened, and I saw him standing in front of me in a wife beater and gray sweatpants, I almost passed out. I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face, though, and his smile when he opened the door made it that much better.

  “Come here,” he said and pulled me into him.

  I felt like I was going to melt.

  “I’m so sorry about your dad, babe,” I said and kissed him on his neck. “Why didn’t you call me earlier? I would’ve come to the hospital.”

  “My bad, Bo, I know I fucked up. Thanks for coming through now, though. This shit means a lot to me,” he said.

  “I forgive you for ghosting me for almost three days,” I teased him, and he chuckled before he pulled me to his chest again.

  “What happened with your dad, though?” I asked.

  “I got someone I need to introduce you to before we talk about Pops,” he said then took my hand and walked with me into the house.

  “Who?” I asked, getting nervous all over again. I wasn’t expecting anyone else to be there, so now I didn’t know what to expect.

  “My mom came by,” he said as we walked toward the kitchen.

  My heart jumped to my throat when he said that. City’s mother was the last person I expected to hear was there for my first visit to City’s house. We walked into the kitchen, and she was standing at the island finishing a glass of orange juice. When we walked in, she looked up, and her eyes fell on mine. She raised an eyebrow, and I felt my cheeks get warm.

  “Ma, this is Bo,” City said simply and buried his hands in his pockets.

  She looked at him before she looked back at me. Then a smile spread over her face.

  “Nice to meet you, hun. I’m Dahlia,” she said walking up to us and reaching her arms out to hug me.

  I breathed a sigh of relief as I hugged her back. She smelled like flowers or something, and I immediately felt comfortable. When she let me go, she looked back at me. She was a little shorter than me but not a lot. She had the prettiest brown skin. Her hair was shoulder length with caramel colored highlights, and her body was petite. When I looked at her, I didn’t see City, but he had told me so many times that he looked just like his dad.

  “So, what do you do, Bo?” his mother said as she walked back to the island and picked up her glass again. She sipped it as she studied me.

  “I have my own photography company,” I answered. “I started it about a year ago. It’s doing pretty good.”

  “Very nice. Good for you. How did you meet my son?” she asked.

  I turned to City hesitantly because there was no way I was going to tell his mom how I really met him.

  “She was working at the tattoo convention a couple weeks ago, and she came by my booth,” City interjected.

  I nodded. “Yeah. It kinda went from there. We had our first date that night,” I said.

  I wasn’t all the way lying. We did have our first date that night. City looked at me and winked, and I couldn’t help but smile.

  I turned back to his mother, and she was studying us both. But I saw the smile playing on her lips.

  “Okay. He must’ve seen something special in you because as long as Dominic has been an adult, he has never introduced anyone he’s dated to me. Even when I’ve asked him why he’s hiding his friends from me. So, the fact that I get to meet you says a lot,” she said.

  I felt my cheeks getting warm again. I didn’t know that, but yeah, it did make me feel special.

  “Anyway,” she said, putting her glass in the sink. “I need to head out and run some errands before I go back to the hospital.”

  She walked over to City and tiptoed up to give him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you later.”

  “Okay, Ma,” he said to her. The way he looked at her, I could tell their bond was tight.

  She looked over at me and stepped my way.

  “Bo, it was nice to meet you. I hope I see you again. My son is a handful, but I know you can manage,” she said before she leaned in to give me a hug.

  I laughed at her statement but hugged her back. “Bye, Dahlia, it was nice to meet you.”

  “Go sit, I’ll be back,” City leaned down and whispered in my ear. I

  walked over to the couch in the living room that opened up to the kitchen and watched as he walked with his mother outside. They were gone for about ten minutes, and I sat on the couch scrolling through my phone. When I heard the front door close, I looked up.

  City strolled back in toward me.

  “Your mother is very pretty. She seems nice,” I said and sat up on the couch as he approached.

  He sat beside me and grinned.

  “Yeah, thanks. She said you seem cool.” He was looking at me like he wanted to say something else, and I tilted my head to the side. “What?”

  “I just missed your ass, that’s all,” he said.

  I looked down at my phone in my lap and smiled.

  “I missed you too. For real. I thought you went back to your ex,” I confessed.

  “Gisselle?” he asked. “You buggin’.” He chuckled.

  I shrugged. “I saw ya’ll at the party the night you disappeared on me. You looked real comfortable.”

  “I don’t want that bitch. Trust me, she’s the last thing on my mind,” he said.

  “So, what happened with your dad?” I asked.

  I listened to him, and my stomach dipped when he told me what happened. I couldn’t believe that it seemed like someone was trying to kill City’s father. When he told me about the black truck and how he watched the video of it slamming into his father in the driveway, I had to wipe tears from my eyes. That was insane.

  “So, what the fuck? Are the cops doing something? This person is still out there,” I said angrily.

  “They ain’t gonna do shit. They said they have a case open, but when I spoke to them this morning, they ain’t have shit to tell me,” he said.

  I could only imagine how upset he must be.

  “That’s horrible,” I said, shaking my head.

  “I was looking into shit myself but wasn’t coming up with too much. My mother just told me that Pops’ other son, Rigs, might know something though…” he said slowly.

  I turned to look at him. That was good news, but City didn’t look too thrilled.

  “Did you talk to him? What does he know?” I asked.

  He sucked his teeth. “I hate that nigga, man. I’m not tryna have no conversations with him. I saw him at the hospital before I left, and we had some words. I don’t want that nigga in my space, Bo. He’s a bum, and we ain’t got shit in common but some DNA. He’s the last person I’m tryna talk to about pops,” he said.

  I could tell he was angry because I felt it in his words and saw the frustration on his face.

  I reached over and put my hand on his knee.

  “I get that. You have all rights to be mad at him. But this is bigger than the two of you. This is about your father, you know? If he might know something. Maybe the two of you working together would be helpful,” I tried to say to him.

  City stayed silent as I spoke, and it seemed like he was concentrating on my words. Then he looked at me and reached for my hand. Pulling me up, he made me sit on his lap. I put my arms around his neck, and he pressed his head into my chest. I felt my cat jump, but I told her silently to calm the fuck down.

  “I like your ass so much,” he said roughly to me. “You a dope ass chick.”

  I smiled and kissed the top of his head. “I like you too.”

  I saw his eyes look down at my lips then back up at my eyes. “You the first woman I brought inside my house. In life. That says a lot about how I feel about you.”

  That was a surprise to me as well. “Why is that? You never brought any of your exes here before?”

 
He shook his head. “Nah. I’m real picky about who I let into my space. My home is my castle, so I can’t be letting every thot who busts it open for me come through. Bitches stay crazy, and I don’t need nobody fuckin’ up my energy.”

  I nodded, I supposed I understood.

  “So, you gonna give me a tour?” I asked and got up from his lap.

  As he stood in front of me, he looked at me like he was ready to eat a snack. I tried to ignore the pulsing my clit was doing in my panties. But the way City was looking at me was making it real hard to do that.

  “Come on,” he said then stood and walked away from me.

  He showed me the whole house, and it was beautiful. Three bedrooms, two and a half bathrooms, living room, dining room, kitchen, and he had a separate sunroom set up like an office where he had all the awards he’d gotten for his work in the tattoo industry.

  “This is the backyard. Some days, I just chill back here and think up ideas of what I want to do with the shop,” he said. I looked around the back. It was gorgeous. He had a pool and a hot-tub. The yard itself was massive.

  “I bet you could throw some nice parties back here if you would just invite people over,” I teased him.

  He chuckled. I watched him walk over to a bar he had on the far side of the patio, and he opened a mini fridge.

  “What you drinkin’?” he asked as he pulled out two glasses.

  “Whatever you have,” I said and walked over to him.

  The back yard was covered by the orange and yellow light from the sunset, and I couldn’t help smile at how happy I was that I’d come to see City tonight.

  He poured vodka and mixed it with cranberry juice.

  “Thanks,” I said and reached for one of the glasses.

  He sipped on his and watched me, but he didn’t say anything.

  “You got on panties?” he asked, and I raised an eyebrow.

  “Huh?” My heart sped up off the bat just at the way he was looking at me.

  “You heard what I asked you,” he said and put his glass down.

  “Um... yeah, I do. Why?” I asked.