Another thing that aggravated the hell out of me tonight were the looks that I got from damn near every female in the building. I mean, females could be on a damn date with their nigga, but they still made it their business to size me up and down. I wasn’t a dumb bitch though, and I knew exactly why I was getting those stares. It was because of this cocky nigga sitting next to me, driving this car. I mean, did this nigga fuck every bitch in Miami? I was trying my best not to say anything because Dre swears up and down that I be tripping for no entire reason at all, but I felt like I was always put in awkward positions where I had to trip.
We were cruising downtown Miami in Dre’s BMW. He controlled the steering wheel with his left hand while he rested his right hand on my thigh. Every chance he got, he tried to put his hands up under my skirt, but I kept slapping it away. I was annoyed with Dre, and I wanted him to know that.
As we were driving, his phone started ringing from the Bluetooth in his car. Of course, I looked at the screen and the contact number was saved under “Fat booty Fiona”. I sighed and looked at this nigga, daring him to ignore the call. If he were to ignore it, he would leave me no reason but to believe that he was absolutely fuckin’ this bitch. If he was, I swear I was about to show the fuck out in this front seat.
“What’s good, Fiona? Be mindful of what you say because I’m around my girl,” Dre said, voice so nonchalant like everything was fuckin’ okay.
And why the hell did he have to tell her to be mindful of the shit she said? Did they plan this shit or something? Like after they fuck or whatever the fuck it is that they do, does he tell her to watch what she says when I’m around him? Ain’t this some shit!
“Ohhh, so that was your girl that I seen you with tonight at the show?” this bitch had the nerve to say.
It was taking everything in me to be quiet and not say anything, but she was pushing it.
“That’s what the fuck I just said, right, bitch?” Dre said.
I shook my head and stared out of the window, acting like I wasn’t paying him or this conversation any mind, but really I was all into it.
“No need for you to be disrespectful, Dre, but damn you were just over at my house the other day. You showed no signs of you being in a relationship,” the bitch said.
I turned my neck so quickly in his direction, and he quickly ended the call.
“No nigga, don’t hang up now! Let that bitch finish saying what the fuck she was saying, you hoe!” I screamed at him.
It was way too early in the game for him to be fuckin’ up. I slapped the side of the door in frustration. This is what the fuck happens when you try to take a chance on love. Motha fuckas shit on you in the end. I knew that I wouldn’t be strong enough to walk away because in the short amount of time that we had been together, I had already grown to love this man.
“Toya, calm your ass the fuck down before I run this damn car off the road,” Dre said, but he still wasn’t letting me know that the bitch was lying or something. I was waiting for him to deny the shit, but he had yet to do it.
“Take me home, Dre! I don’t want to be around you anymore! Take me the fuck home,” I screamed and crossed my arms across my chest.
“I ain’t taking your ass nowhere but to my house because that’s what the fuck we agreed to, and we not about to change the fuckin’ plans all because you let a bitch that don’t mean shit to me piss you off! Tighten the fuck up, Toya, and scream in this bitch again and see if I don’t jack your ass up! You carrying on like somebody in here killing your ass or some shit,” Dre said.
He had the nerve to have an attitude when he was the one who had gotten caught cheating. I was so mad right now that my hands were literally shaking, and I couldn’t stop myself from bouncing my leg up and down.
“Diandre, I’m not even trying to argue with you right now. Yes, we agreed that I would spend the night at your house this weekend, but that was before you just got this phone call. Take me home, please,” I said, in the calmest way I knew how, even though I was anything but calm.
He ignored me and kept going in the direction of his house. I reached in the backseat and pulled my cellphone from out of my purse. I quickly went to the Uber app and was about to call myself an Uber home.
Diandre looked over and saw what I was doing and snatched the phone out of my hand. He swerved the car and pulled over on the side of the road, put the car in park and turned on his hazard lights. He roughly pulled me into him by the front of the shirt I was wearing and brought my face so close to his that our noses were touching. At this point, I was petrified, and tears had begun to well up in my eyes.
“This what the fuck I got to do to get your ass to calm the fuck down? Toya, you pissing me off, and I don’t like the way you got another bitch getting you out of your element like this,” he barked.
I lifted my hands up to wipe my face because I was embarrassed that I had started crying, but he slapped my hand away. I tried to do it again, and he slapped my hand down again.
“Don’t wipe it! I want you to see how you sitting here crying because of some shit another bitch called and said.” He held on to his grip of my shirt, but he did loosen it a little.
“I’m not crying because of that,” I said. It came out like a whine mixed with my cries.
“So what the fuck you crying for, then?” he asked, letting go of my shirt and pushing me back in the seat.
I didn’t answer him right away. In fact, I went ahead and wiped my eyes, got myself together a little bit, and then prepared myself for the shit that I was about to ask him.
“Since we’ve been together, have you cheated on me? And be honest, Diandre, because if you lie, that’s not going to do anything but hurt me even more,” I said, looking at him with pleading eyes.
I was begging with my eyes for his honesty because if he looked at me in my face and lied to me, that would confirm to me that I didn’t mean anything to him, and it was nothing for him to tell me a lie.
“Alright, I’ll be honest, since this will fuckin’ help you sleep better at night. Her name is Fiona, and I’ll admit that I fucked her once, and that was it.”
I gave him a look, letting him know that I didn’t believe his ass right off the bat.
“Wait, hear me out before you start assuming a nigga lying and shit. The nigga who I used to go and pick up the drugs from, that’s his main bitch. She was what you call a revenge fuck, due to the fact that her nigga felt some type of way about me retiring from this drug shit. I’m fresh out of jail and I ain’t trying to be ducking and dodging police for the rest of my life because the first time I fuck up, they going to take my black ass back to jail.
“That nigga got mad at me, saying that I was his best dealer, and by me leaving, I was taking money out of his pocket. So, the nigga got mad, calling me all type of fuck niggas. Lucky for his bitch ass, I got one more strike, and if I fuck up again, them boys sending my ass away for good, so I let all of that shit talking he was doing slide but I did fuck his bitch though,” he said nonchalantly, like what he had just told me was okay and I should feel better about the situation.
“And when was this?” I asked him.
“Damn, Toya, why the fuck does that matter? Do you want to know how many times the bitch came too?” he smartly asked.
“Diandre, you are so disrespectful, and you’re acting like you’re so shocked right now that I’m pissed off about the situation. My nigga, a nigga that I took a fuckin’ chance with just confessed to fuckin’ another bitch, and you expect me to be okay with that? How would you feel if I were to tell you that I fucked another nigga?” I asked him. I wanted to know how he would feel if the shoe was on the other foot.
“I ain’t even worrying about that, Toya, because you know better.”
He acted like it was just fuckin’ unrealistic and inhumane that I would go out and get myself another nigga. I swear men killed me with the fuckin’ double standards! They could go out and do all the dirt in the world, but as soon as a woman cheats, it’s a
whole different story.
“I tell you one thing, me and you, whatever we had going on is over. You have the upper hand now due to the fact that my car is at my house and you took my phone, but as soon as you drop me back home, I bet I’ll be done with your ass,” I said.
I didn’t even know if I had convinced my damn self into believing the bullshit that had just left my mouth.
“Yeah, whatever, put back on your seat belt so we can go home. We could have been home by now, starting on round three,” he said with a smirk.
“Nigga, you really must take me for a damn joke. I’m not even sleeping in the same room with your ass tonight. I’m going in the guest room, locking the door, and taking my ass to sleep,” I said, folding my arms across my chest.
“I’ll show you better than I can tell you. I bet I get them panties off tonight,” he cockily said.
I didn’t even respond to his ass.
Chapter 9: Dre
I know what you’re thinking, I fucked up and I’ll admit I did, but I wasn’t going to admit that shit to Toya. What the fuck for when she already knew I did? Hell, there was no point in me saying it too. I want to sit here and say that this whole relationship shit is new to me and I wasn’t used to being with just with one woman, but then I would come across as making excuses, and I never want to appear as a “making excuses ass nigga.”
Toya was my “it” girl, everything I wanted in a woman. I swear it was something about those mean chicks, but deep down inside, all they were was a big ass cry baby. That shit turned me on and made a nigga dick hard because the tears proved to me that they cared about my black ass. Since I’ve been with Toya, if I learned anything about her, it was the fact that if she didn’t like some shit, she spoke up on it. I liked that because it proved to me that she wasn’t about to have me walking all over her heart and shit.
This whole shit that went down with Fiona and I, yeah, it was fucked up, but at the time, I thought that it was the right thing to do. I never in a million years did I think this shit would get back to Toya, mainly because Toya and Fiona are from two different parts of town. Fiona is from Pompano while Toya is a Miami girl. Even though the distance is only about 45 minutes apart, it still makes a big difference because they didn’t fuck with the same people.
I fucked Fiona on some “trying to prove a point” type of shit. Only thing the bitch had going for her ass was that big ass booty, which is why her name was saved in my phone under “Fat booty Fiona”. It’s crazy because the other day I was going through my contacts and I saw her contact name. Right when I was about to delete the shit, Toya had called me to meet her for lunch, so I never finished doing what I was supposed to do. This shit was minor though, and I was not about to let Toya leave me over some bullshit like this.
I haven’t told her yet, but I loved Toya. That girl was everything to me and more, even though it’s only been a little minute since we’ve been going strong, and this is like the biggest fight we’ve had since we’ve been together. I say the biggest because Toya’s ass will pick a fight at the most random time and it’ll be over little shit.
For instance, last week we were at Target getting shit to decorate her bathroom at her house. Number one, I didn’t want to go to no damn target, but she agreed to give me some pussy when we got back home, so I said fuck it and took her anyway. As we were in the store, a bitch walked past and I already knew her ass was going to be fat by how wide her hips were. It’s like Toya had fuckin super powers or some shit because as soon as I attempted to turn my neck and look at the bitch with all that ass, Toya was already down my throat about me always looking at bitches’ asses. I had to laugh in my head because this woman really was crazy as hell, but I loved that shit because we could be crazy together.
We pulled up to my condo development, and I parked my car in my parking spot and got out. Toya got out after me, and as she walked ahead of me, I pulled her into me and picked her up.
“Oh no! Put me down, I’m not even fuckin’ with you like that!” she said, still holding on to her little attitude.
“Damn, you still mad? What a nigga got to do? What you want? You want that new Hermes bag? Or the new Chanel purse? Anything you want,” I said, trying to be funny, but clearly the shit didn’t make her laugh.
“I want you to unfuck that bitch! Can you do that?” she asked. I didn’t answer her. “I didn’t think so! Now put me down,” she said, and I continued to carry her up the stairs.
When we made it in front of my door, I pulled out my keys and let her in. She stormed into the house and I closed the door behind me. I knew that I was going to need something strong, fuckin’ with her and her attitude tonight.
I went into the kitchen and got me a shot glass, then went over in my little bar section that I had in my kitchen and poured me a shot of that good ole Cîroc. I killed the first cup and poured me another cup. After I finished indulging in that shit, I made my way upstairs to my room. I guess Toya was telling the truth about not bringing her ass into my room. I went over to my nightstand and pulled out my stash of weed. I would say that I was about to smoke this to relieve some stress, but shit, my ass smokes weed every fuckin’ day.
I sat down on the bed, removed my Timbs and got ready to take part in my daily activity. I used my fingers to break the weed apart, making sure I got it into little pieces. You know all that shit, licking the blunt, sealing off small tears, spreading the shit, you professional weed smokers know how this shit goes.
Within two minutes, I was in a full out smoking session in my room. I finished off the majority of it and put the rest out. Then I jumped off the bed and went to take a quick shower. Turning on the light, I walked over to the mirror and my eyes were red and low. I ran my hand across my head, thinking to myself, I’m one fine ass nigga. After that, I jumped my ass in the shower and didn’t get out for another ten minutes. I stepped out and wrapped my towel around me and then went over to the sink and brushed my teeth. After I dried off, I threw on a pair of my Polo boxers, and that’s all I put on. Now, it was time for me to go and fuck some sense into my girl and relieve some of her stress.
Down the hall, she had the door cracked. I walked in on her and she was sitting Indian style on the bed with a glass of red wine in her hand. She was wearing one of my shirts that she must have snuck and got out of my room while I was in the shower.
“Why you drinking that red wine with this white carpet on the floor?” I asked her as soon as I stepped into the room.
She ignored me and continued to watch whatever the hell it was that she was watching on TV and held the wine in her hand. I adored her long, sexy caramel legs, and the way her long curly hair was pulled up into a high bun on the top of her head. I noticed her staring at me with those sexy ass grey eyes that I knew would be the death of me since day one.
I went over to the bed and sat in front of her then unfastened the buttons to my dress shirt that she was wearing. She tried to kick her foot out to stop me, but I quickly grabbed it.
“Relax. And put that glass down, because if your ass spill that shit on my floor you cleaning that shit up, and I’m so serious,” I said.
I had pet peeves, and one of them was no eating or drinking upstairs, especially no red ass wine on this white ass carpet. Toya knew that shit too, but she was testing me.
“Well, leave me alone then,” she protested.
“You really want me to do that?” I taunted.
Finally, I was able to get the last button off, and out sprung those sexy ass titties that I had fallen in love with. I swear her nipples weren’t the typical circle shaped. Her shit looked more like it was shaped in a heart. The way they sat up perfectly, and the way her belly button piercing shined was so fuckin sexy. I leaned over and kissed each of her breasts. She bit her bottom lip, trying to force herself not to moan out loud. I moved my tongue in a circular motion around her right breast as I played with the nipple on her left breast. I could tell it was feeling damn good to her because her breathing had picked up.
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br /> “You sure you don’t want to put that glass down? I ain’t playing, Toya, you better not spill that!” I told her and she ignored me.
“Alright, you had your chance,” I said, and went back to making love to her breasts with my mouth.
I felt her open her legs up wider and I smirked because I had her just where I wanted her. I continued assaulting her breasts and then I discreetly moved my hand down toward her pussy and grabbed it roughly in my hands. The surprised look on her face showed me that I had caught her off guard.
“We skipping foreplay tonight, so turn around and leave the glass in your hand since you want to play!” I demanded.
She handed me the glass and took off her shirt then I handed to shit back to her. I watched as she got in the position and placed the perfect arch in her back while I stood up and removed my boxers. I didn’t have to worry about my dick coming to life because whenever I was around my girl, my shit stayed hard. I got back on the bed and watched as she tried to set the glass on the night stand.
“Nah! Nah! Hold it! I gave you three chances to put it down. So hold it, and you better not drop it,” I said, putting my dick at her entrance and slowly sliding it inside. The perfect arch that she had in her back, went down once she felt that pressure slide up inside of her. “Take it, baby! It’s so damn wet and tight,” I grunted, making long deep strokes into her body.
She still had yet to moan because she was trying to prove to me that she was mad, but I knew she felt the work that I was putting in. I was sick of playing with her ass, so it was time to put in more work. I placed both of my large hands around her small waist and started slamming my dick inside her, fuckin’ her like I hated her.
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