A Hood Dilemma is Still Bittersweet: A Naptown Triangle (A Bittersweet Hood Dilemma Book 3)

by Natavia

  “Can I come again?” I asked him. His dick started to throb. He was turned on by my submissiveness. He jerked and pumped, filling me up with his seeds.

  He rolled over. “Now, I can go to sleep.” He yawned.

  My phone rang on the nightstand. “Hello,” I answered without looking at the number.

  “What’s good, shorty? Can I talk to you for a minute?” Zas’s voice boomed through the phone. I tried to turn the volume down, but my phone was snatched out of my hand. I was pushed out of the bed.

  “Yoooo,” Osari said into the phone. I wanted to crawl into the biggest hole and just stay there.

  “What the fuck are you calling my baby mama this time of the night fo’,” Osari asked Zas. I couldn’t make out what Zas said, but the look on Osari’s face told it all. He wasn’t too pleased with that phone call.

  “Nigga, check this out. I’m not arguing with no bitch-nigga over the phone over my bitch. You can call one hundred times a day, nigga. She knows better, muthafucka.” Zas hung up in Osari’s ear.

  “So, you coming over my crib hollering about some broad when your hoe-ass got a nigga calling you all late and shit. I already know what that means. You fucking, aren’t you?” he asked me. I stood up then headed towards the shower. I was slammed against the wall by my neck. “Bitch, I will kill yo’ ass in here.”

  I pushed him off of me.

  “Keep your hands to your fucking self, Osari,” I said to him, backing up.

  “You was fucking, wasn’t you?” I asked him.

  “Are you telling me that you fucking that nigga?” he asked me.

  “I’m telling you that you was doing you,” I said to him.

  He grabbed me by the neck, slamming me against the wall again. “I swear on our son, I will kill you and that nigga! You got me out here apologizing to you! Shit, you been fucking my head up too!” he yelled into my face. Osari is way taller than I am. I tried to hit him in the face, but I couldn’t reach him. He let me go then grilled me. “Hoe,” he spat. I picked up the bottle of lotion on his dresser then hurled it into the back of his head.

  “OWWWWW! FUCK!” he barked. I stormed into the bathroom then locked the door. He started banging on the door. “Open this door, Tassana. What are you getting scared for?” he asked.

  I took another shower, washing away Osari’s semen. I stayed in the bathroom for an hour before I opened up the door. I peeked around the corner and his bed was empty. I walked out into the living room and he was stretched out on the couch watching TV. He had a drink in his hand while he puffed on a blunt.

  “The baby is in the other room. You can’t smoke in here,” I said to him.

  “I shut his door,” he said. I was about to ask how we were going to hear him cry when I noticed the baby monitor on the table next to the couch.

  “I didn’t fuck him, Osari,” I said to him.

  “I know that, I did that shit just in case you give in to the nigga. I wasn’t lying when I said I would kill you though,” he said. I rolled my eyes at him because he had been saying that since I’d known him.

  I straddled him. “You will not kill me,” I said, kissing his lips. He didn’t want to kiss me back. He moved his head out of the way. I grabbed his face then slipped my tongue into his mouth. “Can you go out and grab a few items tomorrow? I don’t have nothing to wear out of here,” I said to him.

  “Alright, man, damn. I’m only going because I need to pick up some stuff for Lil’ O,” he said.

  “You know what size I wear, right?” I asked him.

  “Like a twenty,” he said, then I pinched him.

  “I’m a fourteen, jack ass,” I said to him.

  “You sure? You look like you gained a lot of weight,” he said. My hand covered my mouth to keep from screaming. He knows that makes me insecure, especially after he was dealing with Kyree’s slim, shapely behind.

  “Are you trying to tell me I’m not attractive?” I asked him.

  “No, I’m just saying you gained weight. Damn, who cares. You gained it in your ass and in your hips. As long as I can see the pussy without your stomach hanging over it, we are good,” he said, squeezing my love handles.

  “Someone is going to accept me for me,” I said, getting off of him.

  “Yeah, and that nigga’s name is Osari,” he said, making me blush.

  Shimmy

  “Here is one more box,” Samantha said, dropping the box by my feet. I was working at a bath and body store. The pay was actually pretty decent, probably because it was located in a shopping center that only rich people shopped at. My probation officer found the job for me. I have been working here for two weeks and at times I wanted to quit. Samantha was begging for the ass whipping of the year.

  “You almost dropped that box on my foot,” I said, taking my box cutter out to open up the box. I pretended the box was Samantha’s face as I angrily cut the tape off of it. She rolled her eyes then stormed to the back. I couldn’t stand that Oreo cookie. Someone needed to remind her that she is black as tar, although she acts like one of those uppity white people. My cell phone rang and it was Armory. I still haven’t rescheduled our date and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to. Dez raised hell at Kyree’s house a few weeks ago when Armory stopped by. I sent him a message letting him know that I would call him back.

  I took my lunch break then walked to Chipotle. I ran into Osari’s friend, Lee, and his girlfriend, Ivanka. Ivanka was cool, she was just a little too uppity for me.

  “Heyyyy, Shimmy,” she said to me.

  “Hey, Ivanka. What’s going on?” I asked.

  “Nothing, much. The hubby and I are having lunch while I’m on my break,” she said, squeezing Lee’s hand. Lee is a man-whore. He can give Dez a run for his money. Lee is screwing almost every woman in Dez’s neighborhood. He even wants to talk to my friend, Shannon, but she doesn’t like men. I feel sorry for Ivanka. She didn’t know how grimy her man is.

  Lee is very handsome with his boy-next-door look. His looks didn’t stand out, but there was something about him that was attractive. Maybe it was his deep chocolate skin and the way he dressed and kept himself up.

  “Maybe all of us should go out, Kyree with Osari, you with Dez, and, of course, Lee and I,” she said.

  “They might have something to do,” Lee said to her.

  “What’s the matter? Why hasn’t Dez been around lately?” she asked Lee. Lee started to choke up and I smiled at him. I heard through the grapevine that Lee was fucking Dez’s mama.

  “Osari is trying to work things out with Tassana,” I said to Ivanka.

  “Ohhh, okay. Well, it was nice seeing you, girl,” she said, hugging me. She got into the line, leaving Lee standing next to me. “You and Desiree cool, right?” he asked me.

  “Yes we are, why?” I asked him.

  “Call her for me and tell her to call me,” he said, sounding a little upset that she was possibly ignoring him.

  “Why would I do that?” I asked him.

  “I need to holla at her. Look, just do me that favor,” he said, slipping a couple of bills into my hand while Ivanka had her back turned. I held the money up. “Just checking, nigga, but don’t put my name in shit, Lee, I mean it. I don’t want Dez to come gunning for me,” I said to him.

  After I got my food, I waved goodbye to Lee and Ivanka. They were sitting at the table looking like the perfect couple. I wasn’t going to tell Desiree nothing. Niggas make me sick.

  Armory called my phone again. “Yesssss, Armory,” I answered.

  “Damn, it’s like that? You got your little boyfriend trying to bust on me and now I can’t get any of your time?” he asked. I sat on the bench in front of my job, eating my lunch.

  “I’m free at five. You know where I work, be here or get left,” I said to him.

  “Ratchet ass,” he said chuckling.

  “You like it. I will see you later,” I said. Five couldn’t come fast enough. I was a little nervous and excited to go out with Armory. I didn’t want to tell Kyr
ee nothing else about him. I know she is my older sister, but at times she is always trying to run my life when it’s her life that’s falling apart. I wouldn’t dare tell her that. I love her too much.

  Later on it was time for me to get off. I clocked out then walked out of the store. Armory was parked around front in his BMW, sitting on the hood. His swag was alluring and his cockiness was attractive.

  He leaned away from his hood then walked up to me and gave me a hug. “About time, a nigga was getting tired of chasing your young ass around,” he joked.

  “Shut your bitch ass up. Now, where are you taking me?” I asked him.

  “Straight to it, huh?” he asked.

  “Yup, now hand over those keys,” I said to him. He gave me his car keys and I snatched them away from him. I got into his car then put my seat belt on. I changed the radio and he leaned his seat all the way back.

  “Where are we going?” he asked.

  “Dave and Buster’s,” I answered.

  “That’s what’s up,” he said.

  “When are you going back to New York?” I asked him. Armory is from New York, but he had just recently moved to Maryland. His homeboy is trying to open up a tattoo and barbershop.

  “I might go back this weekend,” he said. When we got to Dave and Buster’s we sat down and waited for our server. Armory and I made small talk. What Kyree said to me was heavily on my mind. What does Armory want from me? I asked myself.

  “What do you want from me, Armory? What are your intentions?” I asked him.

  “Damn, shorty. Take your time, I’m not in a rush. I just want your time, that’s all,” he said. I rolled my eyes at him then blushed.

  My cell phone rang and it was Dez calling me. He has been sending me threats and cursing me out for the past week. I would be lying to myself if I said I didn’t miss him.

  Armory and I chatted and ate. We played a few games and had a few drinks. I wasn’t old enough to drink, but they didn’t ask for my ID. After our date we headed straight back to the parking lot where I worked to get my car.

  “When can I see you again?” he asked, caressing my face.

  “I will let you know,” I said, getting out of his car. He got of the car behind me. “Can a nigga get a kiss?” he asked.

  “Muthafucka’ I don’t know where yo’ lips been,” I said to him.

  “They are trying to be on you,” he said, smirking. I blushed.

  “We will see what the future holds,” I said to him.

  “You spit game like a nigga. You know that, right? Damn, you’re complicated,” he said, frustrated.

  “No, I’m not complicated, I’m just not easy. There’s a difference,” I spat back with the same attitude. My cell phone rang again and it was Shannon. “Hello,” I answered.

  “Bitch, you need to get your ass home! Dez’s crazy ass is knocking on the door, threatening to shoot my ass if I don’t tell him where you’re at! What the hell did you do to him, Shimmy? That nigga is crazy as hell!” Shannon screamed into the phone.

  “Ughhhhh. I thought he said he was going to leave me alone,” I said.

  “You know he can’t do that. He was probably drinking,” Shannon said.

  “BOOM. BOOM.” I heard Dez banging on the door.

  “Tell that bitch to get her ass home now!” I could hear Dez yelling in the background. He sounded like he was drunk. I know Dez, and I could hear it in his voice that something else was bothering him.

  “I’m on my way,” I said, hanging up with my roommate. Armory leaned against my car, brushing his hands down his waves. “I see that little nigga can’t leave you alone. What did you do to that boy?” Armory asked me.

  “I gave him my heart. It’s getting late, I will call you tomorrow,” I said rushing him off. He waved me off as I got in my car. I took off heading home.

  It took me fifteen minutes to get to my house. When I pulled into the parking lot, Dez was sitting on the trunk of his black Grand Marquis smoking a blunt. I got out of my car, slamming my door. “Nigga, I should karate-chop your simple ass! What the fuck are you showing out for?” I yelled at him. His eyes were bloodshot red. I softened my mood. “What’s the matter, Dez?” I asked him.

  “Why are you fucking around on me?” he asked.

  “Excuse me?” I asked.

  “Why are you fucking with that nigga?” Dez seethed.

  “He and I don’t mean anything,” I said to him.

  “It’s going to mean something if I merk him. Why the fuck are you coming home so late? What you and that nigga got going on?” he asked, jacking me up.

  “Why are you acting like this, Dez?” I asked him.

  “I don’t want you with nobody else. I can’t deal with that shit,” he said, letting me go.

  “But you want me to deal with yours?” I asked him.

  “I have needs, what you want me to do? I’m a young nigga. I wake up with my dick hard. I go to sleep with my dick hard, and when I dream, it’s about pussy. I can’t help that I be needing some pussy. You didn’t even tell a nigga you was virgin until I put my finger in you. I had already caught feelings then. This shit foul though, Shimmy,” he said to me. I walked away from him then headed to my building. Dez followed behind me.

  “What are you doing?” I asked him.

  “I’m staying with you. I’m drunk and I’m not driving home like this,” he said.

  “You make me fucking sick,” I said to him.

  “You love me though,” he said, kissing the back of my neck.

  I unlocked the door and Shannon was sitting on the couch watching TV. When she saw Dez, she ran into her room and locked the door. I don’t know why she is scared of him like that.

  “You sure Shannon ain’t smoking something?” Dez asked me. I rolled my eyes then walked down the hall to my room. When I got there, I started taking off my clothes. Dez took his clothes off then stretched out on my bed.

  I ignored him as I went into my closet to grab my robe. All I wanted to do was take a shower then go to bed. Dez’s phone rang and I snatched it off the bed. His eyes lazily stared at me. I bit my bottom lip because of the aching desire I had between my legs. Dez looked more mature than what he really was. He looked to be around twenty-two in the face. Even his frame made him appear a little older; he was toned, but he wasn’t built. His body was like graffiti, it reminded me of the subways in Harlem, New York. I answered his phone hoping it was one of his bitches.

  “WHAT,” I spat into the phone.

  “Damn, Shimmy. I’ll be happy when your evil ass gets your cherry popped. I didn’t call to talk to your simple ass, put my lil’ nigga on the phone,” Osari said, with a baby crying in the background.

  “So, what you just going to let him cry?” I asked Osari.

  “You don’t even know what he is crying for. He’s looking at his ugly ass mama,” Osari said. I always knew Tassana was crazy, but her having a baby by Osari just confirmed it all.

  “Shut the fuck up, Osari,” Tassana yelled in the background.

  “Tell that hoe I’m fucking her up for putting her hands on my sister when I see her,” I said to Osari.

  “Yeah, that’s not fittin’ to happen. Your sister needs to keep our son out of her fucking mouth. Tassana had every right to put those paws on her. I’m still trying to figure out why I’m talking to you though, put that nigga on the phone,” Osari spat rudely.

  “Hoe-ass nigga,” I spat.

  “Ay, Shimmy. My son needs some new shit. How much you want me to give you? I know those sticky fingers stay busy,” he said laughing. I threw the phone at Dez, laughing at Osari. I headed to the bathroom to handle my business. I heard Dez telling Osari that I must be fucking Shannon and that’s why I haven’t gave him none yet.

  “I heard that, punk!” I screamed out.

  “I don’t care, shorty. You wasn’t supposed to not hear it!” he shouted back.

  After I took my shower and lotioned up, I headed back towards my room. Dez was sitting up in my bed watching TV
.

  “So, what’s up, shorty? Are you trying to be my girl or not?” he asked, pulling me on the bed with him. I playfully mushed him as my robe flew open and my breasts popped out. I tried to cover myself up but Dez already had my breast in his mouth.

  “What are you doing?” I asked him shyly.

  “Stop playing with me, shorty. Feel this shit,” he said, putting my hand on his erection.

  “I’m not ready,” I said pushing him off.

  “Get ready then. What you want me to do? Keep eating your pussy? You know how hard I be afterwards? Then you complain about me fucking other bitches,” he spat.

  I slapped him. “Fuck you, hoe!” I screamed.

  “That’s what I’m trying to do,” he spat back, mushing my head into the wall.

  “Bitch!” I screamed, socking him in the eye. Dez fell onto the floor.

  “Damn, it. You stupid bitch,” he said, getting up. When he stared at me I backed up, balling up my fist. I was getting ready to fight him if he started acting crazy like he was going to choke me. “Nigga, you better not touch me,” I said to him.