by J Peach
Roxy grabbed my shirt and pulled me to her. She punched me hard on the side of my face, but that hit wasn’t shit. My fist started swinging and I punched her hard in the mouth that it caused her head to go down. As soon as that happened, I grabbed a handful of her hair and held her head down. Then I started upper cutting her ass in the face, knocking the shit out of her.
When she fell to the ground, I kicked her hard in the side. “Stupid little bitches always talking shit!” I snapped, kicking her again.
“Ahhhh!” Porsha ass just started screaming out of nowhere.
I couldn’t even lie, she scared the hell out of me. That bitch had one of those, I’m in danger, I need help, type of screams.
“Oh shit! Yo, Parker, come get this mothafucka!” Jason yelled out. “Yo Chris!”
I looked up to see Meka beating the hell out of Xantina.
“My fuckin’ head! Oh, my God! I’m bleeding! You stupid bitch!” She started screaming again! Porsha wasn’t trying to fight or anything, she was just hollering.
“Girl, shut the fuck up and get out!” I yelled at her while I yanked Roxy by her hair and pulled her out of the house.
“Jason, let me the fuck go, damn! Move!” Meka pushed herself out of Jason’s hold and then kicked Xantina in the face.
“Meka, drag that bitch out the house,” I told her.
Meka didn’t need to be told twice as she dragged Xantina’s ass out. “Stupid ass little girls. It’s always the bitches that can’t fight that’s always talking shit,” Snapped Meka. She looked over at Porsha who was still hollering and mugged her. “Why the fuck is you screaming? Girl, get the fuck out before we beat yo ass next.”
Porsha hurriedly ran out of the house after her sister’s.
“Meka, bitch, you gon’ put yo hands on me? Hoe, this shit ain’t over! I swear to God! You fat bitch! You gon’ put yo fuckin’ hands on me? Bitch, is you stupid?” Xantina yelled from outside.
“I must be stupid because my fat ass had my fast ass fist all over yo mothafuckin’ ass. And I’ll do it again!” Meka started to walk out of the house, but Jason grabbed her back.
“Man, chill the fuck out. Yo, you don’ already beat her ass,” Jason held onto her tight, not letting her go this time. “Yo, Chris, come get yo damn girl!”
“Yo black ass better watch yo fuckin’ self. On God, bitch! Parker ain’t gon’ be around to save yo black ass!” Roxy screamed at me.
I looked at her like she was crazy and started walking out of the house. “Bitch, Parker ain’t here to save me now! What the fuck are you saying?” I told her as I was walking up on her. “Don’t wait until later, hoe, come whoop my ass now.”
Suddenly, I was grabbed from behind and pulled back inside of the house. Roxy started yelling back, but the door was slammed in her face.
“What the hell y’all in here doing?” A deep, baritone voice came from the person holding me and that person was not Parker.
I glanced back to see a tall, bright skinned man with dreads looking from me to Meka.
“These mothafuckas in here fighting. Where the fuck Chris and Parker ass at?” Jason looked pissed off.
“Out back shooting pool. What the fuck they fighting about?” He asked him, confused.
“Because I don’t like rude bitches so we put them out,” I told him. I looked over at Meka and we burst out laughing.
“We sho’ did! But why that bitch started screaming like she was fuckin’ stupid? Ol’ dumb ass bitches,” Meka laughed, but soon stopped. She pointed to the dude still holding me. “Ice, you better put her down before Parker walk in here and whoop yo ass next.”
He quickly dropped me to my feet. “My bad, you is Parker’s shorty. Yo, how the fuck y’all gon’ put somebody out that man house, tho?”
“Who put somebody out?” Parker asked, walking into the living room with Chris behind him. He looked at the four of us before his eyes landed on me and he looked me over. “What the hell happened to yo face?” He looked from me to Meka and then at our clothes. “Y’all mothafuckas in here fighting?” He asked, pissed off.
Meka waved him off. “Yeah, but not each other, though,” she stated. “Bae, you can let me go? I’m good now, I swear,” she groaned out.
“Syn, who the fuck is you fighting?” Parker stared hard at me. My mouth opened to lie, but he cut me off. “Are you high?”
“Not really. Meka got me high and she beat up Chris girlfriend and they tried to jump her so I had to jump in it,” I lied, pointing to Meka.
I was not about to tell him I whooped Roxy’s ass and put her out because she was talking more shit. I knew I had only whooped her ass because I was high. Shit, I knew her ass was lying about Parker asking to see her later.
“Angel, really?” Meka laughed.
“That mothafucka lying, yo. She whooped Roxy ass and put them out,” Jason told on me.
“Man, what the fuck? Yo. How the fuck you gon’ put my shorty out?” Chris asked, looking at me and Meka. “Man, y’all on that bullshit for real.”
“I’m sorry, but they was being so disrespectful. Calling me a bitch then saying how, Parker was asking to see her later on. I asked them nicely to leave, but they popped off so it happened. Yo girl tried to help her sister jump me and Meka whooped her ass,” I explained. I walked over to Parker. “I hope you’re not mad at me and I wasn’t trying to disrespect yo house or nothing like that.” I tried hard to seem serious about my apology.
“You really put them out?” Parker laughed.
Jason burst out laughing. “Hell yeah, she did. She beat the fuck outda Roxy and dragged her ass out by her hair. But in her defense, she did tell them to leave and Roxy told her to put her out. That bitch was asking for it though, real shit.”
“Man, y’all asses trippin’,” Chris shook his head and walked out of the front door.
Parker looked at me and shook his head. “Man, don’t be out here fighting these dumb ass females over no bullshit, that shit ain’t cute. Ignore those bitches. Yo ass ‘bout think I said that shit to her for real, that’s why you fought her.” He accused me.
My eyes rolled and I waved him off. “No, I don’t think you asked her that. If I thought you did, I would’ve been fighting yo ass, not her. That simple minded bitch don’t owe me shit, a hoe gonna be a hoe regardless of whether a nigga got a woman or not. So given the fact that I’m not hitting you should tell you that. She called me a bitch and was talking shit from the moment she got here. That’s why I whooped her ass,” I told him. “I mean, what the fuck I look like fighting a bitch because my nigga wanna fuck her? No, I’mma fight his ass, the fuck.”
Again, I rolled my eyes at him. I was about to walk away but stopped. “As a matter of fact, I did what the fuck yo ass should’ve done the moment that bitch walked into the backyard talking shit. Yo ass should’ve put that hoe out because she didn’t have a purpose for being here in the first place. With yo stupid ass! Fuck I look like fighting an irrelevant ass bitch over my nigga for?” I bumped past Parker as I walked out of the living room.
“I guess she told you,” Meka told him, laughing as she followed me out. “Angel, run,” she whispered to me.
Before I could ask why, a loud scream left my mouth as I was swooped up off of my feet. “Parker, what the—”
“Shut the fuck up! Who the hell you think yo ass snapping out? Man, I’ll drop yo short ass on yo damn head,” he pretended like he was going to drop me.
“Stop!” My eyes rolled at him. “And I was talking to you, Parker.”
“Y’all, I’ll be right back, I’m about to check her ass real quick,” he told them before he tossed me over his shoulders and went back toward the stairs.
“Parker, put me down! I was just playing with you for real,” I laughed. He didn’t say anything back to me as he made it to his room. As soon as we were inside, he closed the door behind us. Going to the bed, Parker tossed me on it.
“Just like you beat ol’ girl ass for being disrespectful…” Parker trailed off whi
le he pulled his shirt over his head. He then threw it at me.
I bit into my lip. “I was real disrespectful, too, and I cussed at you in front of yo friends. Daddy, I need to be taught a lesson.” I took off my shirt and bra. “You gon’ teach it to me?” I pulled off my shorts and panties. “I think I need to be spanked,” I rolled over on my stomach then pushed my ass up in the air.
Parker slapped my ass hard. “I’m about to tear yo ass up.”
True to his word, Parker spanked, tossed, flipped, and rolled my ass all over his bed.
His company was quickly forgotten as he kept us confined in his room for the rest of the night.
Chapter 12
One Month Later
Angel
“That was so good.” I said, staring at the large movie screen. Straight Outta Compton had just ended, it was date night and Parker had taken me to see it. I’d found a theater that played older movies and Straight Outta Compton was one. Neither of us had seen the movie so he was cool with that as a date.
“Yeah, it was i’ight.” Parker helped me out of my seat. His arms went around my waist, holding me from behind.
I glanced over at him to see a slight mug. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous over O’Shea?” I laughed at Parker.
“Fuck I’mma be jealous over that nigga for? You don’t know his ass.” I could hear it in his voice, he didn’t like the way I had gushed over O’Shea Jackson Jr.
“As long as you know that. But if I did…” I trailed off and bit into my bottom lip, teasing him.
Parker pushed me and then let me go. “Fuck you. Go find that nigga and tell him to take yo black ass home.”
I grabbed his arm, laughing. “No,” I wrapped my arms around his waist. “You know I was only playing with you. O’Shea who?” My face twisted as I feign confusion. “He ain’t touching you.”
He looked down at me and I kissed his chin. “Yo ass stupid, man.” He said as his arms finally came around me.
I stood on my tippy toes and kissed him.
He lifted me off my feet, making me laugh,
“Let’s go before we dip off into one of these bathrooms,” he palmed my ass, kissing me again.
Laughing, I pulled back. “Stop, nasty.” I pushed his hand off of my booty and he put me down.
“Come on,” he pulled me into his side and led us out of the theater.
Parker was most definitely winning me over. For the couple of days that I’d been staying at his house in Bloomingdales, I honestly couldn’t think of any other place I wanted to be besides with him. It had gotten so bad that I found myself not wanting to go to work at the club anymore.
Vince had called nonstop and not once did I answer the phone. Parker said he was cool with it if that’s what I wanted to do, but it was only dancing. Even though he said that, I could tell he didn’t like the idea of me going back to the club. However, I couldn’t become fully dependent on him when I didn’t know how our relationship was going to end. Hell, if things between us would end at all, which I really didn’t want.
Even though I thought that, now that we were together, I didn’t want to dance. Especially when he knew half the men in the club. A part of me felt like it was disrespectful in a sense. I didn’t know, but what I did know was I enjoyed dating him. I actually liked being his girl. I was loving it, honestly and I didn’t want to ruin what we were building because I was still stripping.
The more time we spent together, the more attached I had become to him. I literally found myself not wanting to leave his side at all. I was thankful for my classes being online, otherwise I would have been failing them without a doubt. But at my receptionists job I knew I was on the verge of being fired because I had called off a lot lately, especially when they needed me to come in.
With us being glued to one another the past couple of days, Parker had also been treating me to whatever I wanted. The day after we got there he took me out for breakfast, then out shopping where we actually got into it about who was paying for the things I got.
There were a couple of expensive dresses and bags that I wanted to get for myself, each item was over a hundred dollars. Parker demanded to pay for my things, but I just didn’t feel right about him buying them. He had been spending way too much on me as it was. Hell, the man had practically bought me a house, but Parker didn’t see it as doing too much. He simply said spoiling a woman is what a man is supposed to do, it was his job to make sure I never wanted for anything.
Parker stated that my money was mine and I was only allowed to spend it when we weren’t together, if I wanted to. After he broke it down like that all, I could do was let it go. Then after our eventful day, and we made it back to his house, we lay up together while watching movies. Parker was just being amazing toward me. I was on cloud nine. I was trying so hard not to get used to him and become spoiled by him, but he was making it difficult.
On this particular day he had surprised me by actually asking me out on a date. I had never been on a date before so I was nervous, not knowing what to expect from him or what he expected from me. All in all, the date was going good. He had taken me to the movies and at that moment we were on our way to dinner. Where dinner was, I didn’t know, but I definitely wasn’t complaining. I was just enjoying myself with him.
***
Parker brought us to Red Lobster and for the past half hour we had been talking nonstop, laughing, and joking around. He was a straightforward shit talker and I honestly began to like that about him. I remembered a time when he would say something and I would get pissed off, not believing he actually said the bullshit. Now I knew that was just him.
I took a sip of my sweet tea and then looked at him. I cleared my throat. “I thought about the job offer. And if you can really get me in, then I’ll take it.”
“I can get you in, that ain’t no problem. If you take it, tho, you have to remember you representing me. It ain’t gon’ be easy and you have to really work.” His tone was serious as he looked over at me.
“Parker, I’m serious about the career I want, so I wouldn’t take it any other way. And if I do take it any other way, then you have full permission to spank me,” I couldn’t help but pick with him.
“Believe I am. I’mma light that ass up,” he chuckled. “I’ll set everything up tomorrow.”
My phone soon started ringing, I pulled it out of my purse, seeing that it was Vince. I then rejected the call and turned my phone off. I looked up at Parker only to see him looking at my phone.
“Syn, you can’t avoid him forever. If you wanna work there or don’t, baby girl, that’s up to you. Avoiding him ain’t doing shit really.”
I shrugged, knowing he was right. “I know, but I don’t know what I wanna do,” I let out a heavy breath.
“Hmm,” Parker hummed as he stared at me. He leaned on the table closer to me. “You don’t know because you’re thinking about me?”
My eyes went to my empty plate before I looked at him. “No, I’m not,” I lied.
That made him smile. “Why you lying?”
Again, I shrugged before I let out a small laugh. “I don’t know, but I am.”
He licked his lips and he looked me up. “You finished?” He asked, eyeing me. That stare was one that I had become all too familiar with.
I pushed my plate to the side and nodded my head. “Yeah.” My breathing picked up and my stomach tightened from his sexy stare. “What about your diet?” I teased, remembering what he told me when we first started hanging out.
“I ain’t full,” he told me. “Aye, we need the bill.” His eyes never left mine as we caught sight of the waitress in our peripheral vision.
That caused a stupid smile to come to my lips. I leaned over the table to him. “I want it,” I kissed his lips. “Parker, you gon’ give it to me?” I whispered to him.
“Let’s go.” Parker stood up. No longer waiting on the waitress, he pulled out some bills and threw two hundred dollars on the table.
I was at his side with his h
and in mine, pulling him through the restaurant and then out of the front doors. Once we got to the truck, I turned to face him. My arms wrapped around his neck and I pulled him to me.
Parker pulled back, breaking away from me. “Get in the truck.” He opened my door for me.
“We can get a quickie in right here,” I damn near pleaded.
Parker head shook. “Ain’t no quickie gon’ work for me. Get in so we can go home.”
I got in the front seat and crossed my legs. My foot shook as I tried to control myself. My body felt like it was literally on edge. I was jittery, my insides were excited for what was to come. I stared at him while pulling my panties off.
Parker, quickly pulled off.
Killing the radio, I leaned over to him. My lips pressed against the side of his neck before I pulled the skin into my mouth, sucking on it. I took hold of his face turning it towards me. My tongue ran over his bottom lip. I kissed him and then moved back to his neck as my hands worked on his jeans. Once I released him, my fingers wrapped around his hard shaft.
“Angel, baby girl, you killing me,” Parker grunted, stopping at a red light.
My movements stopped at the sound of him saying my name. Parker always called me Syn, it was very rare of him to use my real name. To hear him grunt it out so sexily always caused my inner muscles to throb faster. My hand moved up to his leaky tip and I gave it a squeeze.
“I like the way you say my name,” I moved down to his dick. I licked his tip before licking around the rim. Sucking on the mushroom shape head, I took more of him into my mouth. My hand slid into his pants and I cupped his sack, massaging his balls. I took him deep in my throat and moaned.
“Ah, fuck!” Parker’s hand tangled in my hair. His grip tightened with every bob and suck of my mouth.
The sound of car horns caused me to pull back, but my hand continued on stroking him. “Baby, you gotda focus on the road.” My lips wrapped around his dick again and I started back on my pleasing mission.
