When A Bad Boy Wants Your Heart 2

by Sephiri J

“What’s going on?” I asked.

  “A friend of mine’s pops is in the hospital. It don’t look too good, and they real upset about it. So, I’m just worried about that,” he said.

  He looked like he was about to tear up, and I raised an eyebrow. Whoever this friend was must be some special girl.

  “Sorry to hear that, man. I hope they pull through. That’s rough,” I said.

  He nodded and looked down at his feet.

  “This friend is somebody important that I need to know about?” I pushed.

  A little smile came to Lucas’ mouth, and I knew my intuition was right.

  “Yeah. They somebody I been seein’ for a minute,” he said.

  “Oh shit, nigga. You got a whole ass bitch and ain’t tell me. Damn, bruh, I thought we was cool.” I chuckled.

  He laughed but didn’t say anything else.

  “Well, for real, though I hope everything works out with her father because I know that’s rough. You know City’s pops is in the hospital too. It’s crazy. He in a coma and everything.” I shook my head. “Just hoping he wakes up okay.”

  “I heard,” Lucas said, but he said it real dry, and I didn’t know what that was about. I knew he and City didn’t like each other for whatever reason, but their beef seemed real dumb to me.

  “Anyway, I gotta go handle some things,” he said and stood up. “We good, though, so lets knock this shit out and make some money.”

  “I’m with that,” I said and stood, giving him a half hug.

  I watched him leave then shook my head as I picked up my phone. Lucas was a character that I had never all the way figured out. But he was a cool nigga and never did me dirty, so he was alright by me.

  Sitting down, I picked up my phone again. I dialed a number that had never let me down before.

  “What’s up, ma?” I said when this bitch named Chloe who I fucked with on and off picked up.

  “Hey baby, what’s goin’ on?” she asked me.

  She was this chick from Atlanta with a fat ass and a strong ass throat. Since Sade wanted to throw me out, I needed to find some kind of distraction.

  “What you doin’ later? I’m tryin to slide through,” I said and leaned back in my chair.

  “I’ll be home. What time?” she asked.

  “Like ten.”

  “Okay, I’ll be here.”

  “Wear them heels I bought you with the spikes, so you can ride this dick with them on,” I said.

  She giggled.

  “Okay, baby,” she said before I hung up.

  Like I said, pussy was easy to find. I wanted Sade, but if she didn’t want me, so I wasn’t going to chase her. She would see what she was missing soon enough, though. That was facts.

  9

  Sade

  Three days later

  “It’s a bouquet of roses, Bo. And its huge. What do you want me to do with them?” I asked.

  I had come home to Bo’s house at 6:00 pm from my job at the daycare to find a big ass bouquet of flowers on the doorstep. There were at least twenty-four stalks of red roses. I wasn’t even sure how I could get it inside the house.

  “Is there a card?” Bo asked.

  She was doing a newborn shoot at a client’s house, so when I got home, she wasn’t there.

  I leaned over to take the card out of the top and read it.

  “You had my heart since the first day I met you ten years ago. We’ve been through a lot of ups and downs, and I made a lot of mistakes. But, I’m sorry. I love you. Let’s work this out. Dontrell,” I read. “What the fuck??”

  “Girl,” she said, and I heard her exasperated sigh. “He been calling me ever since I told you I saw Nichole snorting that white at the party. I guess he didn’t know his beloved was a coke head.”

  “Oh my God. So, he thinks some roses will make you forgive all that disrespect and come back to him? He had a whole relationship with the bitch. And they still havin’ a baby,” I said, leaving the roses on the doorstep and walking into the house.

  “A coke baby,” Bo interrupted me, and I giggled.

  “So, you want me to take them in here or not?” I asked, making sure we were on the same page.

  “Girl, leave them bitches out there. I’ll drag it to the curb tomorrow for the trash man,” she said, and I squealed.

  “Okay. I’m gonna start some dinner,” I said as I walked to the kitchen.

  “Okay, wifey. I’ll be home in like thirty minutes,” she said, and I rolled my eyes and laughed.

  “Okay, bye,” I said before I hung up.

  Bo was so crazy, but I loved her ass.

  I went to her spare room and changed my clothes then made my way to the kitchen to figure out what I could make for us. I had put chicken in the fridge to defrost last night, so I pulled that out and decided to make baked potatoes with barbecue chicken and vegetables. Something real easy that wouldn’t take too long.

  As I was getting the potatoes ready, my phone started to buzz on the counter. I looked at it and sighed in exasperation. It was Greg. He had been calling me nonstop for the last few days since I left the house. I had spoken to him once but not again since I’d gone to the house and wrecked all his shit. I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t feel a little bad about everything I did. I wasn’t like Bo. She was a savage. She didn’t give a fuck. I was a lot different.

  I loved Greg deeply, and I was still hurt by everything he did to me. But that didn’t stop the love I had in my heart for him. It didn’t just disappear overnight. That was part of the reason why I couldn’t let myself pursue anything with Guwop. I loved the way I felt with him. Our chemistry was A+. But I wasn’t sure if I was ready.

  I ignored the phone call and went back to making dinner. Twenty minutes later, the chicken and potatoes were in the oven, and the vegetables were on the stove. I figured I could take a quick shower and come back out to check on the food. But before I could make it to the bathroom, I heard a loud knock on the front door.

  “Who the fuck?” I asked myself under my breath.

  Turning, I walked toward the door while the knocking continued. For a minute, I wondered if it was crazy ass Dontrell. I wasn’t in the mood to see his lying ass today. But imagine my surprise when I looked through the peephole and saw Greg.

  I quickly opened the door in shock.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked.

  “Sade, why you can’t answer my calls?” he asked me instead, ignoring my question. He was looking down at me, but he looked real upset. For a minute, I wished I had never opened the door.

  “I have nothing to say to you, Greg. Why are you here?” I asked and folded my arms across my chest.

  But then he broke down in tears. I looked at him in shock. I wasn’t expecting this at all. Greg was this big, strong man who I’d seen as my Hercules the whole time I had known him. Seeing him standing in front of me sobbing, I didn’t know what to do. But I did the first thing that came naturally. I stepped up to him and hugged him. When his arms circled around my waist, I felt tears coming to my eyes too. After a minute, he pulled away from me and wiped his face.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do all that. I just wasn’t sure where you were, and I was worried like hell,” he said, shaking his head. He was looking at the ground and couldn’t even look me in the face.

  “It's okay,” I said awkwardly. I didn’t know what else to say.

  “Can I come in?’ he asked when he finally looked up at me finally.

  I hesitated. Bo would be pissed if she came home and saw Greg in her house. She was far from his biggest fan, especially after what happened in the last few days. But he looked so broken that I didn’t see how I could tell him no.

  “Okay,” I said and stepped to the side.

  He walked into her house, and I saw him looking around.

  “You can sit on the couch over there,” I said and pointed to the love seat in the corner. I guess my shower would have to wait.

  Greg walked over at the couch and sat down. His long
legs stretched out in front of him, and he rubbed his hands down his face. His usually clean-cut face was full of stubble because it looked like he hadn’t shaved in days.

  I sat quietly beside him because I didn’t have much to say, so I needed to hear what he wanted.

  Greg sighed then looked at me. He reached for my hand, but I pulled away. That wasn’t going to work for me right now, even though I was feeling extra emotional.

  “I am so sorry, Sade. What I did, I don’t deserve you,” he started then buried his hands in his face.

  I raised my eyebrow because I had never in life seen Greg like this. He was usually so hard and nonchalant. This was different. But I didn’t say anything else, I just listened.

  “Summer was a huge mistake. I promise on Brandon, I regret sleeping with her. I was just really stressed out. And I know it’s no excuse, and nothing I say should change your mind, but I don’t love her. She was a distraction from everything we had going on. I promise,” he said, looking back at me.

  I felt a lump forming in my throat, but I didn’t say anything.

  “You know how badly I wanted another baby. I was so frustrated knowing it wasn’t working for us. I didn’t know what was going on, and I didn’t want to unload on you because I knew you were already stressed out. She was there, and she listened when I would go get my son. I know it was wrong, and I should have never told her any of the private things we were going through. But it was like therapy for me,” he said.

  “And getting in her pussy was therapy too?” I asked bitterly.

  He stopped and looked down at the floor. “No, that was a mistake. I swear. And it was only one time.”

  “She said it was multiple times,” I said, feeling tears starting to come up again.

  “She’s lying,” he said, looking me dead in the face. He reached for my hand again, but I didn’t pull away this time. “I swear to you. It was one time. I went out with the boys to blow off some steam a couple months back. I had too much to drink and didn’t want to drive all the way home. I was thirty minutes from the house and five minutes from Summer. So, I went to Summer.”

  I shook my head. I remembered that night he didn’t come home. He had told me he stayed at his best friend Andre’s house.

  “It was one time, and I swear I don’t even remember it because I was so gone off the liquor. I regret that shit every day, especially since it means I’ve lost you,” he said.

  “I found the lease in your drawer, though. Why would you have an apartment with her?” I asked. I had so many questions.

  “Her credit is bad, and she couldn’t get a place on her own. I put my name on her lease so she would get approved. I know I should have told you, and I didn’t. But I knew you would be mad about it. She’s my kids’ mom, I can’t have her in the street, you know? I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” he said.

  I shook my head. I didn’t know what to say.

  “I know you came to the house and fucked with the locks and threw out some of my shoes, all that. I know. There’s a weird smell in the bedroom. I don’t even know what it is or what you did. I was pissed, but I’m not gonna make a big deal about it because I want you back home where you belong. Why would you even come to Bo’s? She’s messy as fuck. You don’t need her in your ear,” he said.

  I sighed because I didn’t know what to do. But he pulled my chin toward him.

  “Baby, I love you. You’re the one I’ve been with this whole time. Everybody knows I’m your man and that I love you. Please don’t throw us away over one mistake. I promise I will spend the rest of my life making this up to you,” he pleaded.

  I looked into his eyes, searching for the right thing to do. I loved this man so much, and I didn’t know if I could walk away from him for the rest of my life. This wasn’t fair.

  “What the fuck is this?”

  I heard Bo’s voice behind me, and I turned to see that she’d opened the front door and was home. I could see the annoyance on her face when she saw Greg sitting on her couch.

  “Hey, Bo,” I said and stood up. Greg stood too.

  “Sade, why is this fuck boy in my house?” she asked, looking square at me and ignoring Greg.

  “He came by to talk to me,” I said quietly.

  “Hi, Bo,” Greg said from behind me.

  “You know I don’t like trash in my house. Why the fuck would you have him in here? If he wanted to talk and you wanted to entertain that shit, ya’ll need to take that outside,” she said.

  She was upset, and I knew she had a right to be because this was her house. But that was a little extra.

  “Bo, okay, chill sis. He’s only been here a few minutes,” I said.

  She cocked her head to the side. “So you’re defending him now, sis?” she asked, and I felt myself getting annoyed.

  “I’m not. I’m just saying, you don’t have to go so hard with the name calling and stuff,” I said as I stared her in her face.

  “Sade, you forget this the same nigga who lied to you for the longest and is having another baby with his first kid’s mom? While you been trying to have his kid for the last year?” she asked, and her words stung.

  “No, I didn’t forget, Bo,” I snapped. “But this is my life, so I’m trying to handle it the best way I can.”

  “Why you gotta be so fucking ghetto, Bo?” I heard Greg say behind me, and I knew this wasn’t going to end well.

  “Nigga, don’t you dare fix your mouth to say shit to me. You don’t know ghetto yet, bitch. You did my best friend dirty, so I don’t see you. What you need to do is go to the nearest clinic and get an AIDS test and back up off my sis,” she said.

  Greg chuckled behind me. “Are you finished or are you done? This is why your ass is single while Sade got a real man ready for her to come back home where she belongs. You’ll be sleeping in your cold bed alone because you don’t know what it takes to keep a real nigga while Sade will be set in a house with a man who loves her. I know you been jealous of my girl from day one, quit playing. You need to get your attitude under control so you can find a man who will fuck with you for real.”

  “Are you serious?” Bo asked, and I could tell she was really angry. “First of all, if a real nigga looks like you, I would rather stay single the rest of my life. What kind of love is that where I gotta worry about my nigga bringing home an outside kid and talking to me sideways. You don’t love Sade, you love the idea of her. You too fucking comfortable, and now that she left you, you want to bring her back to be your maid, cook, and porn star while you run the streets and do whatever the fuck you want. I’m damn near her sister, so she’s always going to get the real from me. Whether you like it or not.”

  “You must’ve been with her when she came to the house to get her things. Sade wouldn’t have ever pulled that ghetto shit. Who takes the labels off cans in the kitchen? That’s some immature shit. Dontrell ass was right for stepping out on you. You don’t know how to act,” Greg said.

  “Greg, stop,” I said and put my hands up.

  “Bitch ass nigga, get the fuck out of my house!” Bo screamed. She was pissed. “Don’t you ever come back to my house. In your life, bitch. You don’t know shit about me!”

  Greg turned to me. “Sade, I want you home with me. This is a toxic environment, and we need to get on with our lives. I would do anything for you, baby girl. I need you to see that. You can’t see it around ghetto birds like Bo.”

  “Greg, please stop,” I said with tears in my eyes. I hated that the two of them were going at it like this.

  “Sade, if he doesn’t leave in ten seconds, I’m calling the cops. And then both of your asses can get the fuck out. How you even entertaining this shit don’t even make sense to me,” Bo said.

  “Excuse me?” I asked, looking at Bo. “Did you say you ’bout to kick me out too?”

  “You smiling up in the nigga’s face like you actually believe the shit he sayin’. What, he told you he fucked her once, and you believe it? Sade, don’t be dumb. She told you he stays at
her doorstep. I can’t help you if you don’t want to help yourself,” she said.

  “Bo, I’m just trying to live my life. I need to make my own decisions, okay? Can you just chill and let me figure this out?” I asked.

  “I told you, babe. She’s jealous of you,” Greg piped in behind me.

  I couldn’t help wonder if there was any truth to his statement.

  “You can listen to whoever you want, Sade. He needs to leave now,” Bo said and folded her arms across her chest.

  “Greg, please,” I said and looked at the door. “Please, just go.”

  He sighed and leaned down to kiss me on the cheek.

  “My home is still yours. Whenever you’re ready to come back,” he said before he walked out.

  I watched him leave, and Bo slammed the door behind him.

  “The fuck was that, Sade?” she angrily asked me.

  “What do you want me to say?” I asked. I was exhausted.

  “Don’t ever have him in my house again. Okay? I don’t need that drama. You want to entertain his lies, be my guest. But don’t do it in my house,” she said and walked past me to her bedroom.

  “Why can’t you just be a friend to me and not make me feel so small for loving this man?” I asked her as she walked away.

  She stopped walking and turned to face me.

  “I’m the best fucking friend you could ever find, Sade. What the fuck?”

  “No, you’re not. You’re judgmental, and you make me feel like shit. Plus, you’re only here for me when you want to be,” I said. I was upset and tired of keeping shit in. So I was gonna say what was on my heart tonight.

  “What are you talking about?” she asked like she had no idea what I meant.

  “Every time you have ever called me and needed me for whatever, I’ve always been there for you. Every time you needed to vent about some stupid shit with Dontrell or your mom or your sister or your job or whatever, I was always there for you. I never judged you or told you that you were dumb. Or said any of the shit you said to me tonight. You act like the world revolves around you, and I’m just here to be your sounding board when you need me. But when I needed you the other night after I left the house, I called you more than once, but you couldn’t even pick up the phone. You couldn’t be there for me that one time I really needed you over anyone else. That one time,” I said with tears coming down my face. “And now I’m just trying to listen to this man. I love him, but you don’t even see it. I just needed my friend to be here for me, but you make me feel like shit for having any kind of emotions.”