by Tynessa
“Damn, li’l mama, you don’t sound excited to hear for a nigga.” His ass sounded like he was showing all 32 of his pretty ass teeth.
“Should I be?” Trying my damnest not to smile, I failed. The smile widened across my face as my heart beat uncontrollably, making me feel like a teenager and he was my first crush.
“You damn right you should be,” he chuckled. That shit was even sexy. “So, what you doing?” he asked.
“Nothing. Sitting here talking to Asia. What are you doing?” Twirling my finger around my hair, I made myself comfortable on the couch while Asia sat over there looking at me with questionable eyes.
“Shit, laying here watching TV. Why don’t you come over and chill with me? We still cool, right?”
No, no, no. I wasn’t going there with this nigga. The shit that happened with us was in the past. It was just a one-time fuck that shouldn’t have happened in the first damn place. Even though I was telling myself that, I couldn’t help but think about how good he felt inside me.
“Okay,” I blurted out. “But nothing can happen. It’s just two cool ass friends hanging out, right?” my naïve ass asked. I didn’t know who I was trying to convince, Quintez or my damn self. He laughed softly. I could just picture those deep ass dimples.
“You got it, li’l mama. I’ll text you my address. See you in a few.” He ended the call. I pressed my lips together, trying to hide the big ass smile and my excitement from Asia. Getting off the couch, I took off to my bedroom to get dressed. This bitch was right behind me.
“Damn, ho. Can I dress in private?” I asked while trying to shut the door in her face.
“Nope! Now I know Kace is still locked up and you haven’t met anyone. Wait, was that Tez’s fine ass you was caked up with?” her crazy ass asked. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at her silly self, but the smile told it all. This shit just didn’t wanna go away.
“No,” I lied.
“Bitch, don’t do me. You going over there to give up the cookies again, huh? That nigga must’ve put it down for you to cheat on Kacey for a second time.” She wiggled two fingers in my face.
“No, no. I’m just going to chill. No sex!” Here I was, trying to convince Asia now. I sighed as I continued to lay out my clothes. I knew it was going to be hard, but I was really going to try not having sex with Quintez.
“Okay, boo. I’m about to go break up with this nigga. If I’m not here when you get home then I’ll be at a hotel,” Asia said.
“Okay, babe. Just call me and let me know what’s up. I shouldn’t be gone long but let me know.” I hugged her and she was out the door.
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Sitting in Quintez’s driveway with my car still running, I contemplated if I should get out or not. I loved Kacey and was not trying to cheat on him again. There was nothing wrong with having a friend, though. Was there? The real question was could I be cool with Quintez and not have sex with him? Of course I can. I’ve turned down plenty of guys since Kacey went to prison; some that might’ve even looked better than Quintez. So why wouldn’t I be able to turn his ass down!?
Shutting my engine off, I got out the car. The closer I got to his front door, the more nervous I became. Get yourself together, Tangela!
“Damn, I was starting to think you wasn’t gonna get out,” said Quintez when he opened the door for me. I just smiled. Leaning down, he wrapped his arms around me. Just a friendly hug; nothing major.
“Yeah, I was on the phone with my boyfriend.” Don’t ask me why I lied, because I didn’t know.
“Oh, okay. That’s what’s up,” was all he said as he led the way to the living room. Quintez asked me did I want anything this drink and of course I said yes. I needed something to calm my damn nerves, right now. He brought me a whole bottle of Ciroc and him a bottle of Patron.
“From the couple of times I’ve been around you, I’m sensing this is your favorite drink.” He smiled. I squeezed my legs together to prevent the juices from flowing. Something about his thug ass and that bottom gold grill.
Kacey was one of those pretty-boy thugs. Don’t get me wrong; my baby didn’t mind getting down and dirty, but this nigga here. Quintez was a different kind of breed. He was one of those hardcore, I’ll bust my gun in a heartbeat thugs. His whole attire screamed thugged the fuck out!
“Yeah, but you could’ve just poured me a little. I’m not going to drink the whole damn bottle. I’m not trying to get drunk or no shit like that.” I looked at him skeptically. Was this nigga trying to get me drunk?
“Believe me, li’l mama. I’m not trying to get you drunk if that’s what you thinking. I’m just not about to be running back and forth to the kitchen making your li’l ass something to drink,” he stated seriously. “But, I can take it back in there and you can go make your own shit when you need a refill.” He motioned like he was about to get the bottle but I grabbed it.
“No. Leave it alone,” I giggled while hiding it behind my back. He laughed and took a seat on the sofa.
“That’s what I thought,” he said as he laid back on the couch. I downed my drink a little faster than I planned on.
Since I was not trying to get all drunk and shit, I didn’t pour that much more the second time around. Quintez sat up on the couch, took off the wife beater he had on and began rolling a Blunt. Why the fuck would he do that? This nigga knew exactly what he was doing. Damn, his fucking body is so ripped. It’s like when a nigga gets out of jail their body be buff as hell. Quintez wore it well, though. He wasn’t too big like one of those bodybuilders. Clearing my throat, I stood up, causing him to look up at me confusedly.
“Can I use your restroom?” He nodded his head up and down as his mouth went into an ‘O’ shape. I smiled. Awe, he thought I was leaving. He pointed towards the direction of the bathroom and I went. Once I used it, I washed my hands then just stared at myself in the mirror.
“Be strong, Tangela. You have the fight the temptation of wanting this nigga,” I said to myself. Wetting my hands, I splashed water on my face. Being in Quintez’s presence had a bitch hot and bothered.
“Damn, I thought yo’ ass fell in the toilet. Fuck took you so long?” Quintez asked when I came back out the bathroom. This nigga had soft music playing on the surround sound and shit. See, now his ass was playing games. I just shook my head as I took a seat on the love seat I had been sitting on since I got here.
“I had to shit,” I joked. He looked at me with a frown.
“Well, yo’ li’l stanking ass might ass well go back in there and spray some air freshener. Shitty booty ass,” his crazy self said. I laughed and let him know I was only joking. He laughed as well before trying to pass me the Blunt. I really didn’t understand why he tried passing that shit to me whenever he saw me.
“I thought I told you once that I don’t smoke,” I said, fanning the smoke away from my nose. I even hated the smell of that shit.
“Just hit it once.”
“No, I’m a drinker; not a smoker.” I never smoked a day in my life and I damn sho’ wasn’t about to start now. I didn’t know why this nigga was trying to pressure me into doing it. After going back and forth with Quintez about me smoking, he finally got it through his thick ass head that I wasn’t not hitting his Blunt and dropped the subject.
“Why you sitting way over there? I don’t bite. I might nibble, but I ain’t gon’ bite you,” he smiled. His ass had me with that damn smile. I didn’t know why I didn’t just get my ass up and walk up out that damn door. Naw, my hot ass had to move over to the couch he was sitting on.
“Your dimples are so cute,” I complimented him. He frowned before smiling.
“Cute? Cute is for babies. I’m a grown ass man,” he said seriously. I rolled my eyes. Why couldn’t he just take the compliment and leave it as that. Black folks always had to be extra.
“Well, you’re very handsome with those dimples of yours,” I reworded it. I guess that was better for him because he smiled boastfully and thanked me. “This a big ass h
ouse. I hope you don’t have me chilling at your girlfriend’s house,” I stated seriously while staring at the big ass picture on his wall of him and that same bitch from the club the night of his welcome home party.
“My girl? I live by myself, shawty. If I did have a girl and we lived together I damn sure wouldn’t have you up in her crib. What kinda nigga you think I am?” Jay’vion’s little brother, I wanted to say, but didn’t. His eyes followed my gaze. “That’s old news, right there. Me and shawty been over. We still cool, but—,” he tried explaining before I cut him off.
“No, need to explain to me,” I said. If they were together or not was none of my business. I had a man and I was damn sure not trying to be Quintez’s girl.
Kicking off my shoes, feeling bold as ever, I stood and walked in between Quintez’s legs. He wasted no time pulling me closer. I caressed his face as he lifted my shirt and placed soft kisses on my stomach. Unfastening my jeans Quintez pulled them down as I took off my shirt. He looked up at me with the sexiest look ever.
“Just cool, right?” he asked. I smiled as I nod my head.
Running my tongue over my lips, I said, “Our little secret.” With that, Quintez lifted me into his arms and carried me up the stairs to his bedroom. I knew I was wrong for the shit I was doing behind Kacey’s back and what’s fucked up about it was, I vowed I would never be that chick to cheat on her nigga when he was down; and I was doing just that. I know, I know, nothing good would come out of this, but right now, my body craved for this man.
Chapter 15
Listening To My Heart!
Asia
I walked into the dimly lit house and flicked on the lights. The candles that were surrounding the living room area didn’t go unnoticed—nor did Jay’vion, as he stood by the stairs looking sexy as could be in a pair of light blue jeans, a white and blue button down with white forces on his feet. God, please let me get through this.
I rolled my eyes upwards and straight ignored his ass as I walked up the stairs. Hearing him call out my name, I shook my head while pretending not to hear him. My plan was to leave Jay’vion the same day I talked to that trick Stacy, but when he came home crying about his mama battling cancer and hurt by me not informing him on what was going on, I felt guilty. I don’t know why but I felt I was obligated to stay with him. He needed me and I wasn’t about to leave his side. As days went by, the whole conversation that me and Stacy had stayed on my mind.
“He said y’all were just friends, but he did admit that y’all fucked every once in a while,” were the words that stuck out the most. I tried so hard to shake the words out my head but they just wouldn’t go away.
“Asia, you don’t hear me talking to you? What the fuck you doing?” Jay shouted as he grabbed my arms, turning me to face him.
“Get the fuck off me, Jay! What the hell it look like I’m doing?” I yelled back as I jerked away. Though I had just asked him a question, I didn’t give him a chance to answer. “I’m packing my shit and leaving your no-good, disrespectful ass.” His ass had the nerve to stand there and fucking laugh. Yeah, mothafucka’, we’ll see who’s going to have the last laugh.
“Man, chill out, Asia. I’m sitting here trying this romantic shit for you.” He motioned his hand around the room that was filled with candles and rose petals all around. I was so upset that I didn’t even notice them up here in our bedroom, leading to the bathroom.
“I see all this bullshit,” I lied. “But it’s a little too late for you to be the man I want you to be. We’ve been together for damn near four years, Jay, and you still on yo’ childish ass shit. Well you know what baby!? One of your hos done approached me for the last damn time.”
Jay’vion licked his lips before frowning. Sexy ass! “What the fuck you talking about, now, Asia?”
“Man, Jay’vion, leave me the hell alone right now, okay? I’m not about to go into details about you and those bitches. I should have left yo’ black ass last week when the shit happened,” I fussed as I continued to pack my shit.
“So you coming in her throwing a fucking tantrum about some shit that happened last fucking week? Man, get the fuck up outta here with that bullshit! What, you got somebody else or something?” He walked up on me. I tried pushing him back but he didn’t budge—in fact, he did something he’d never done before. The nigga had the nerve to yoke my ass the fuck up. “That’s why you think you leaving me? Yo’ ass ain’t going no fucking where and if I find out you fucking another nigga, somebody gon’ have hell on their hands. Now fuck with it if you want to!”
The look in Jay’vion’s eyes was one that I’d never seen before and one that I didn’t care to see again. The nigga looked possessed or some shit. I’m not gonna even lie; he had a bitch scared as hell, but he’d never know that.
“Move, Jay’vion, damn!” He tightened his damn grip. Crazy ass! I clawed at his hands until he finally let go. “Dumb ass nigga! Don’t ever put yo’ stank ass hands on me, again. I swear to God—.” I slapped the shit out of his stupid ass. “That’s exactly why I’m leaving you now. You selfish, inconsiderate ass bastard,” I bellowed as the tears fell down my face, rapidly. I was so fucking done with this nigga—I swear.
“I’m sorry, Asia. Baby, you know I didn’t mean it,” he apologized as he wiped the sweat that had formed on his forehead. “Just the thought of you being with another nigga pissed me off. I’m sorry, okay?! Whatever it is that got you wanting to leave me, we can fix it.” The whole time he spoke, I was shaking my head.
“Nope, not this time. I’m done, Jay. Then you put your hands on me. Hell fuckin’ no! That shit is unacceptable,” I let him know.
“But you know I ain’t mean that shit, Asia. Have I ever done that shit before? No!” Jay’vion asked and answered his own question.
“It doesn’t matter! If you did it once then you’ll do it again. Just like I let yo’ ass get away with cheating on me the first time, the shit became a bad ass habit.”
“But I haven’t cheated on you in a while now!” Nigga had the nerve to get loud with me, as if he was telling the truth. “I guess that’s why you ain’t been wearing your engagement ring, huh? Because you been plotting on leaving me.”
“I ain’t gotta plot on a damn thing!” I said as I watched him walk over to the dresser. He picked up my jewelry box and dumped everything inside onto the floor. Kneeling down, he begin scuffling through the pile. I just shook my head, already knowing what he was looking for.
“Where the fuck is yo’ ring at anyways? I been going through this shit damn near every fucking day and haven’t come across the mothafucka’ yet.” He continued rumbling through my jewelry, never looking my way.
“It’s not here!” We finally made eye contact.
“Fuck you mean it ain’t here? I swear to God, Asia, you better not have pawned that damn ring.”
“Don’t worry, I didn’t! I did something you should have done instead of giving it to me. Now excuse me, can I get out the door, please?” I asked because his dumb ass had jumped in the doorway, blocking my path. I don’t know why we went through this same shit whenever I tried to leave him. If he knew how to act then it wouldn’t have come to this.
“Man, Asia, chill bae. Can you just tell me what the fuck is going on? What ho approached you? I ain’t been doing shit since the last time you know about, so I’m lost right now.” He was looking confused as hell.
“I don’t know how you can sit here and lie with a straight damn face. The bitch had pictures of you sleeping at her house and shit, Jay’vion. So that’s how we doing it? You leave here in the mornings to go lay up with the next bitch?” Guilt was written all over his face when I said that. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” I tried walking around him again but he grabbed my arm.
“Man, bae, I don’t sleep at no hos’ houses. You know I come home every night. But if it makes you feel better, I didn’t fuck that bitch that day. I know who you talking about and what day the picture was taken—.”
“Really, Jay’vi
on? You didn’t fuck her that day?” I cut him off. Jay’vion was as dumb as they came.
“I mean, I’m not gonna sit up here and lie like I ain’t never smashed ol’ girl, because I have. But I promise, I didn’t that day. I was fucked up and had done passed out. I guess, that’s how the bitch got the picture.” The whole time this dummy talked. I shook my head.
“You shouldn’t have even been over at the bitch house in the first damn place. But it’s all good, Jay.” I managed to smile through the hurt. “Just like I told her, I’m making it easy for her and the rest of your jump-offs. I wash my hands of you, Jay’vion. I can’t keep going through this. All the stressing and shit isn’t worth it. This time I’m listening to my heart and right now, it’s telling me that I deserve much more than you have to offer. I love you and you know that; but if you’re not ready to settle down and commit yourself to me after damn near four fucking years, then I no longer wanna waste your time, nor mines. You’re selfish and you don’t give a damn about nobody but your got-damn self.”
“That’s a fucking lie; I ain’t selfish! And I give a damn about you, but you act like you can’t see that.”
“You damn right; I can’t see a mothafuckin thing! But you know what I’m not about to do, Jay’vion!? That’s stand here and go back and forth with you over this bullshit. I’ll be back for the rest of my stuff another day.” I walked out the room and to my surprise, Jay’vion didn’t even attempt to stop me.
Chapter 16
Maybe I Deserve!
Jay’vion
Standing in the doorway of my bedroom, I watched the love of my life walk out the door and down the steps. It wasn’t until I heard the front door slam shut that I took a seat on the bed. Running my hands down my face, I rested it in the palm my hands. All that was on my mind was killing that bitch, Stacy. I don’t know what kind of fuck shit that ho was spitting to Asia but I was damn sho’ about to find out.
“This is some straight up bullshit!” I shouted out at I stood up. Blowing out all the candles and shit, I grabbed my car keys and dashed out the door. On the way to Stacy’s house I called her, but the bitch acted dumb like she didn’t have a clue what I was fucking talking about. I knew one thing; she was gonna tell me something or get her ass beat. Her choice.
