by Tynessa
Searching his house for a set of keys to his car that was in the garage, I came up empty handed.
“I’m fucking this nigga up,” I fussed out loud as I dialed Asia’s number. She answered on the third ring. “Hey, boo. Where you at?” I asked.
“Out looking for a house. What’s up?” she responded. I thought she would’ve been done went back to Jay by now. It’d been two months, longer than they’d ever been broken up. Then she was out looking for somewhere to move. Maybe it was really over.
“I need a fucking ride. Yo’ stupid ass brother-in-law done left in my car,” I pouted as my eyes went to the photo of Quintez and that bitch.
“You want me to pick you up now? What about your car?”
“The nigga gonna bring it to my apartment and how he get from there is none of my business. I’m just trying to leave before he gets back.” I don’t know why, but I was still staring at that damn ugly ass picture—hard. This nigga really didn’t know who he was fucking with. I got up off the couch and headed towards the bathroom. I heard Asia talking but I had tuned her ass out.
“You heard me?” I finally heard her say. By now I was grabbing the picture off the wall and opening the frame.
“No, what did you say, boo?” I asked.
“Nothing, I’m on the way. Be ready. I’m not trying to run into his dumb brother,” said Asia. I told her that I would be and we ended the call.
With the pair of scissors I retrieved from the bathroom, I began cutting the picture. I cut Ms. Thang right out and put Quintez’s half back in the frame and hung it right back on the wall. I didn’t give a fuck if we weren’t together; let him tell it, they weren’t either. So what did he need that big ass picture of them for? I knew it was petty on my part being that I already had a man, but ask me if I gave a fuck. Nope! Shit, it was petty for his ass to take my damn car the way he did.
I sat on the couch calling him repeatedly, but still no answer. I was glad to hear Asia out front blowing her horn because I was about to tear his damn house up. Grabbing my purse, I locked up his house and walked to the car. Getting in, I slammed the door and fell back into the passenger seat. Quintez had me so damn mad.
“Your man done pissed you off?” Asia laughed.
“That’s not my damn man,” I said with a roll of my eyes. I told her the little shit that happened and how Quintez ended up with my car. For some reason her ass thought that shit was funny; I didn’t, though. “Man, get off me.” I pushed her off me. Like, this heffa was really cracking up.
“I’m sorry, boo, but are you sure ya’ll just ‘cool’ and not in a relationship?” I just looked at her with a frown. I mean, we had this discussion last week when I was in my feelings when I saw Quintez and that Spanish chick together. I was about to nut up on his ass but reality hit that he wasn’t not my man. But then again, it was like the more I chilled with him the more I wished he was my man.
“Don’t give me the stank face, Tan. I mean, look at the shit last week when you saw him and ol’ girl together. Yo’ ass was ready to go off. Then look at the shit he pulled today. This nigga is really mad because you refused to chill at his house while he went out and handled business; and it’s not the first time he asked you to do that. Do you know how long me and Jay were together before he left me at his house by myself? Way longer than you and Tez been fucking around,” Asia rambled on. “Shoot, if I didn’t know any better, I would think the nigga was in love.” I couldn’t believe her ass had just said that. She knew damn well Quintez wasn’t in love with me.
“Well you don’t know any better,” was all I replied back as we were pulling up to my apartment building.
“Okay, I wouldn’t say in love but the nigga is definitely sprung!” Asia continued to laugh and joke around. Was Quintez really sprung? I knew I most definitely was!
“I’ll call you later, Asia. I’m about to go in here and take a nap before calling this nigga to bring me my car,” I said while gathering my things to get out.
“Okay, boo. Tan, you know I love you, but you need to figure out who you want to be with. I can see that you’ve developed some feelings for Tez so if it’s him that you wants then please go ahead and tell Kacey. You do know that he’s not going to be locked up forever, don’t you?”
I couldn’t even respond back to her because she was right. Though I would never own up to it, I had grown feelings for Quintez. In two fucking months I had fallen for this nigga, and fallen hard. The question was how did he feel about me? I was thinking maybe it was something up until I saw him with that half breed bitch. Ugh, why the fuck do I even care?!
My plan was to go inside and take a nap, but as soon as I got in, Kacey called. I knew I was wrong, but I sent him right to the voicemail. I just wanted to take a damn nap. Turning my phone on silent, I sat it on the nightstand and headed for the shower. Once I was done, I sat on the bed and began applying lotion to my body, but halfway through, there was a knock on the door.
“Damn, can I have some fucking peace?” I fussed as I threw on my bathrobe. I didn’t usually have company—no one but Asia—and she had just left, so I knew it wasn’t her. I looked through the peephole and cursed out loud. The fuck does Quintez want? Better yet, how does he know where I live? I wondered to myself as I slung the door back.
“Give me my fucking keys!” I held my hand out through the cracked door.
“How did you leave?” He had the nerve to laugh as if taking my car was some kind of sick game. I should’ve known the nigga was crazy by how he kept eyeing me when I first met him; but instead of staying away from his ass, I just had to fuck with him.
“Don’t worry about it. I had to show your ass taking my car wasn’t going to stop me from leaving.” I rolled my eyes.
“I see. Can I come in or what?” he asked.
“How you know where I live? Have you been stalking me, Quintez?” He let out a laugh. That damn smile and those dimples made my pussy tingle. That shit just melted my heart every time. I really hated his ass for having me feeling this way. This was a new feeling and I could honestly say, I’d never felt like this before, not even with Kacey. This feeling had me questioning my love for Kacey, as well. If I caught butterflies whenever Quintez was around or had that ache in the pit of my stomach, could I still be in love with Kacey?
“My brother told me. Is it a problem?” he asked while walking behind me into the living room. Damn right it was a problem. I mean, I was going to eventually tell him, but how dare Jay’vion give him my address without my permission.
“You can just give me my keys and leave, please.”
“What you about to do? I like how you cut up my picture and shit. That was some childish ass shit, yo,” he stated calmly as he took a seat on the couch totally ignoring my plea for him to leave. I just rolled my eyes at his ass. Fuck that picture!
“I’m about to take a nap. Can you leave?” Now, how he was leaving wasn’t any of my concern.
“And how am I going to leave, Tang?” Quintez gave me a duh look.
“I don’t know. I guess you need to be on the phone calling your brother.”
“Nah, you going to take me!” He got up and was now walking towards me. That caused my breathing to increase. What does this nigga have on me?
Quintez was so smooth that he had me pinned against the wall with my robe off before I even knew it. Reality hit me when I felt his finger entering my opening. I closed my eyes as he nibbled on my swollen right nipple while finger fucking me and rubbing my clit with his thumb. I should have stopped him, but I couldn’t. Lifting me into the air, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he brought me down on his hard wood. With each thrust Quintez gave me, my arms squeezed tighter around his neck.
“God, what are you doing to me, baby?” I moaned into his neck. He didn’t respond and I was glad he didn’t. I secretly hoped he didn’t hear me. Last thing I wanted was for him to know his dope dick had my head gone.
Once we both exploded, silence filled the air. Slowly, I slid down the
wall and as my feet hit the ground, Quintez kissed me on the cheek then the forehead before walking off to the bathroom, which was located inside my bedroom. Because I stayed in a one-bedroom, it wasn’t hard to find. I picked up my bathrobe, walked inside my room and took a seat on my bed. Crossing my legs, I waited for him to come back out. This is it. It was a must I ended this shit with Quintez.
“Why you sitting there biting your nails and looking crazy? That’s that aftermath from this dope dick,” he smiled conceitedly as he grabbed a handful of his penis through his jeans and shook it at me. He is so bigheaded.
“Just thinking.” I watched as he walked closer to me. He stopped in front of the nightstand and grabbed the photo of me and Kacey. Staring at the picture with no facial expression, he then looked at me.
“This yo’ nigga, huh?” he asked. I looked away, feeling guilty as hell. However, I nodded my head up and down, letting him know that it was. “How would you feel if I cut this shit up?” he asked with a one-sided smile on his face, displaying his right dimple.
“Don’t play with me. Matter of fact, give me my shit.” I snatched my picture out his hand. I would hate to fuck this nigga up over a damn picture, but I would. He laughed and took a seat on the bed then stared at me. I hated when he stared at me like that. It made me feel self-conscious about myself and he had been doing that a lot lately. “Will you stop doing that!?” I asked.
“Damn, li’l mama, maybe I like what I see.” I saw the sincerity in his eyes and it caused me to look away. Both Quintez and I had fallen off. We were supposed to have been cool and fucked occasionally without catching feelings.
“Quintez, we can’t keep doing this,” I stated quickly before I lost my courage. I had been trying to break things off with him since I saw him with ol’ girl but when I was around him, I couldn’t find the words to end it. “Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the time that we spend together and I would love for us to continue being friends, but the sex, we have to stop doing. It hurts me that every time Kacey calls—.” I was cut off by him holding up his hand, stopping me.
“It’s all good. This was a no-strings-attached situation, right?” He chuckled as he stood. “Believe me, li’l mama, I’m not fucked up over you wanting to stop the sex flow. It was fun while it lasted, but I knew it could never be nothing but a fuck with you.” Nothing but a fuck? I was fucking offended and I guess he knew he’d just offended me. “I say that because you have a man, that you love.” He emphasized love. Quintez was a jackass! Though he was right, I hated the way he was wording it.
“Well I guess there’s nothing more to say. You need a ride home?” After ending things with him, the least I could do was take him home.
“Nah, I’m good.” With that Quintez walked out my bedroom and out the front door. Fuck! I knew it was the right thing to do, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t going to miss him. Kacey better had been glad I loved his ass!
Chapter 19
Coo-Coo For Cocoa Puffs!
Jay’vion
Riding around the hood with Lo while sipping on Patron, I brought the Blunt of Kush that was laced with cocaine to my lips. Lo was the only one that knew I had begun lacing my Blunts with coke. But what he didn’t know was that thanks to Stacy, I was also snorting the shit too. I wouldn’t say that I was addicted, but the shit took me to a whole new level when I was on it.
“Yo, bruh, let me see your lighter,” Lo asked as he admired the Blunt he’d just rolled. I don’t know why he just wouldn’t hit my Blunt. I swear that nigga didn’t know what he was missing.
“Man, you could’ve just hit my Blunt,” I laughed as I tossed him the lighter.
“Man I ain’t fucking with that shit and you shouldn’t be,” he responded just as my phone began to ring. I blamed me turning to coke on Asia. Had she not left my ass, I wouldn’t have been spending so much time with Stacy and I damn sure wouldn’t have let her talk me into trying this shit. Since I didn’t have Asia to go home to, I had practically moved in with Stacy.
“Yo?” I answered the phone for my brother. Shit, I’d been neglecting his ass too. We didn’t even hang like we used to and I was kinda missing the bond we had before he got locked up. I gotta get my shit together.
“Where you at, bruh? I need a ride from Tang’s house,” said Quintez.
“I thought you said she was gonna take you home.” I was right around the corner but I was about to hit up the trap.
“She was but…man, can you make it or not? If you can’t then I can always hit up Bree to come,” he stated with an attitude. I didn’t have time for his attitude. Shit, he needed me; I didn’t call him.
“I’m on the way.” I ended the call. I wasn’t about to let him call up Bree. I told him when he first tried to get at Tan that she wasn’t into that drama and calling Bree over there would definitely become that.
I put out my Blunt as I made my way to him. Though I’m the older brother and usually looked out for him, I wouldn’t dare let him know I was using coke. Quintez would chew me a new asshole. Now, weed we fucked with the long way but cocaine, we vowed to never touch that shit unless we were dealing it.
“I take it as li’l bruh still don’t know you’re on that shit,” Lo laughed, noticing I was putting out the Blunt. I glared at him.
“Nigga, you acting like I’m strung out or some shit.” I was offended by his choice of words.
“I mean, you the one that acts like you can’t smoke a Blunt unless it’s filled with powder,” he stated the obvious. Damn, was I really addicted to coke? I chose not to respond to his accusation because, as of right now, I was unsure if it was becoming a habit or was I just doing it to pass time.
When we pulled up to Tan’s apartment building, Tez was sitting on the steps talking on the phone. I shook my head, because I knew more than likely he was talking to Bree’s ho ass. He strolled over to my car and hung up the phone before getting in.
“Who you caking with? Bree?” I asked.
“Yeah. Aye bruh, take me to my crib to get my car.”
“Why you still fucking with her, man?” I asked as I watched Tez through the review mirror.
“Man, it ain’t like that between us. We’re just cool.” I shook my head as I cut my eyes at Lo. He was bobbing his head to the music, not really paying attention to us. I decided to leave it as they were just cool but I knew my brother still had feelings for her. I don’t know why, though. That bitch wasn’t nothing but a fuck; not wifey material whatsoever! Nothing else was said as I followed Tez’s instructions and took him to his car. After dropping him off, I dropped Lo off and headed to Stacy’s house.
When I got there she wasn’t there; but Coo-Coo A.K.A. Co-Co was. I couldn’t stand that delusional bitch. Seeing her car in the driveway, I started to take my ass right on home, instead I got out and headed to the door. Using my key, I let myself in. Walking in the house, I was taken aback by the loud ass moans coming from the downstairs area when Co-Co’s room was upstairs. I knew Stacy’s car wasn’t in the driveway, but I still became pissed.
“I know damn well this bitch ain’t got no nigga in here when she know I got a key,” I fussed in a hushed tone. Why should I even have given a fuck, when I was still trying to get back with Asia? Taking the pistol from my waistband, I crept to the door. The closer I got to Stacy’s bedroom, the louder the moans grew.
Pushing the cracked door open, I witnessed Co-Co laid back on Stacy’s bed with nothing on. Her right hand caressed her right breast while her left hand fucked herself with a dildo. I could tell by the way her back was arched as she bit down on her bottom lip with her eyes close, that she was enjoying herself. I opened my mouth but the lump that was stuck in the back of my throat prevented me from saying anything. I guess Co-Co felt my presence because she opened her eyes and locked them with mines. Never once did she stop what she was doing.
I wanted to walk away, but my feet wouldn’t move. Those bitches were stuck. By now, the crazy bitch was moaning out my name, still with her eyes locked on
mines. The sexy purr-like sound, her high-yellow ass body, and even the way she was biting down on her bottom lip caused my dick to stand. With her index finger she signal for me to come to her. I tucked my gun back in my waistband and propped up on the dresser that was by the door.
I swear it was taking all I had in me to not go over there and fuck the shit out of Co-Co’s ass. That damn girl was so sexy, but so fucking crazy.
“Are you enjoying the show, daddy? I know you wanna come over here and join me.”
Biting the corner of my bottom lip, I caressed my swollen dick through the jean shorts I had on. If her ass didn’t run her mouth so fucking much, I would enjoy fucking her in, Stacy’s bed. I wasn’t concerned about her telling Stacy at all. That shit there, I didn’t give a fuck about. It’s just, I slipped up and fucked Co-Co once before and she had a secret video camera in her room recording us. She showed that shit to Stacy and was threatening to send it to Asia if I didn’t continue to fuck her. I had to beat the fuck out of that damn girl to get that damn tape. She had, Stacy believing I’d fucked her more than once but I hadn’t.
Hearing her moans grow louder and her breathing increasing, I knew she was on the verge of cumming. I ran my hands down my face before shaking my head and walking out the room.
“So you didn’t enjoy the show?” she asked me just as I approached the front door. She was still butt naked and my eyes roamed her sexy ass body. This damn girl was tempting as fuck.
“Why the fuck you all in Stacy room with that freak shit?” I asked, instead of answering her question. She knew damn well I enjoyed that shit.
“Hmmm, maybe because I knew you was coming. How about we go another round before she comes home from her date.” She tugged at my shirt. I knew she was just talking shit. Though I didn’t care, I knew Stacy wasn’t that damn crazy to go out with another nigga.
