Even When It's Wrong

by Nicole Jackson

  “Man,” I drawled. “Don’t make my comments that deep, girl. I would never try to tear you down. I was just fucking with you. You should know that.”

  “Nah, I don’t know nothing.” She shook her head. “But now I know this. I know that you’re the typical fuck nigga. I know that I aint shit, either. This aint some kind of extreme exception. I just fucked my mama’s no-good boyfriend. End of story. And that don’t make me feel good.”

  “Fuck nigga?” I repeated. “Is that how you feel? Was I a fuck nigga when I spent my money on you?” I tugged the bottom of her Ralph Lauren polo shirt.

  Curling her lips, she snatched her shirt out of my grip. “What the fuck this gotta do with anything? Do you think that this got anything to do with why I dealt with you?”

  “It had its influences,” I casually shrugged.

  “You got me fucked up!” she lashed, before slapping the fucking spit out of my mouth.

  “The fuck is wrong with you?!” I yoked her ass up.

  “You, you stupid ass nigga!” she cried, while sinking her sharp nails into my face.

  “Stop!” I grabbed both of her hands. “You done fucking lost your mind!”

  “No, you lost yours,” she seethed, as she fought against me. “You simple minded dick-head! Everybody aint superficial, and I damn sure didn’t fuck you because of materialistic shit. The Galleria aint gon never be enough for me to leave my morals at the door.”

  “So, what it is, Mya?” I loosened my grip, but didn’t let her go.

  She locked eyes with me. “I did it because it was you. And I thought that you were worthy of having me.”

  I released her.

  She narrowed her slanted eyes. “But now I see that you aint shit.”

  I scowled. “What makes me any different from the first time we laid down? How am I now nothing? The fuck is all this coming from?”

  She placed her hands on her hips. “You don’t think that I noticed how you don’t be here, anymore? You got a rental car, when you don’t even have a credit card. You clearly got a new friend, which tells me that you’re slanging dick all kinds of ways. To whoever. Whenever. That’s what you do. Have meaningless relationships with every girl you see, and didn’t hesitate for a second to fuck your girlfriend’s daughter. Basically, partaking in the grimiest shit on earth, but doing it without a conscious. Because you don’t give a fuck about nothing but what makes you feel good at the moment. Never mind that this aint something I’d usually do. Never mind the fact that if this shit hits the fan that I’d probably get disowned by everybody in my family. You showing me how stupid I am to jeopardize it all for nothing! Or in your mind, for some fucking clothes and shoes. If that’s what it is, then let’s end this shit today. We can act like this never happened, and I can bury this fucking huge mistake!”

  I hooded my eyes. “You think you know what’s up, but you aint got a fucking clue, lil’ girl.”

  She bucked her eyes. “What am I wrong about?”

  “Number one: I don’t fuck with anything in a skirt. Two: I know that what me and you did is wrong as fuck. Have you ever considered why I avoid laying up with ya mama? Fucking her after just laying down with her daughter don’t arouse me. And I aint superficial. I just considered with your age and all that you’d associate my generosity with flattery or confirmation.”

  “Confirmation of what?”

  “Confirmation that a nigga is really digging you.”

  “Digging me?” she scrunched her face. “This is what you call digging me? You toss a few dollars my way, and fuck me on the low? And then do the same shit with a few other bitches?”

  I stroked my goatee. “Do what with a few other bitches?” I narrowed my eyes. “Do you honestly believe that I’m going around tricking on these hoes? Show me one broad who can claim that I spent fifty cent Mexican money on her. Just one. But you fucking can’t. Ion get down like that, but I look out for you, because I fucks with you.”

  “I don’t believe you,” her voice trembled, as she wiped away her tears with both hands.

  I pressed my body against hers. “You know that’s the truth. Stop playing with me.”

  She waved her head from side to side. “I don’t know nothing.”

  “Yes, you do,” I grabbed her chin, before slobbering her down.

  “Uhhh,” she released against me, while pretending that she didn’t want me kissing her.

  “Stop playing,” I whispered, before gently biting her bottom lip. “You know I fuck with you. I apologize if I hurt your feelings, and just know that this shit is sincere. And I’ma always be here for you.”

  She pulled back. “See there. Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

  “And you need to stop acting like I gotta lie to you. If I said it, I meant it.”

  This time, she pulled me in. “Prove it.”

  I grinned. “You aint gotta tell me twice.”

  My dick was rock hard, as I guided her to Meeka’s bed. That twin bed in Mya’s room wasn’t gonna cut it. Anyway, I hurriedly stripped her and myself down, before easing between her thick thighs. Her pussy was piping hot, when I slid inside of her. Immediately, she wrapped her legs around my waist, while I took my time with her.

  Enjoying her tightness, I hit the corners of her walls. She rolled her hips, telling me she liked the move. “Umm,” I moaned, as I took a hard nipple into my mouth. Right then, I felt her tighten her muscles around my stiffness.

  “Oouuu,” she purred. “Omari, promise me.”

  I flicked my tongue over her nipple. “Promise you what?”

  “Promise that you’d never intentionally hurt me.”

  I suckled on her nipple. “I promise.”

  “Uh,” she gasped, as I pushed every inch of me within her.

  “I gotta feel it all,” I let her know.

  “Oh, it hurts so good,” she mumbled, as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

  “So, you gon cum for me?”

  “Yesss,” she hissed.

  I swear her pussy felt like heaven, but I was in no hurry to bust. Her gushiness had me wanting to stay in it forever. She clawed at my back, while I delivered deep strokes, twirling it around every so often. I knew that she was climaxing when I felt her legs tighten around me.

  “Ugh!” she screeched, as her back arched.

  “That’s the shit I like,” I growled, as I continued to thrust in and out of her.

  “Uhhhh,” she trembled, as her pussy went into convulsions.

  Picking up the pace, I pumped into her, as she wildly met me halfway. She clawed at the sheets, while her titties jiggled. Loudly, our skins clapped, as I reached my peak. I jabbed her a few more times, before my back stiffened.

  “Fuuuck,” I grunted, before she pulled my head in, shoving her tongue into my mouth. We kissed sloppily, as I continuously spilled into her.

  Seemingly for good measure, she rocked her hips, milking me for everything I had. A weird quiver shot through my body, as she made my toes curl.

  “Alright, girl,” I huffed. “You aint gotta show out.”

  She giggled. “I can’t help it.” She softly pecked my lips.

  “That’s what you say,” I grumbled, gazing down at her, taking in her pleasant facial features. Then I thought about it, giving her a serious look. “There was something I forgot to say earlier.”

  She gazed up at me with the most innocent eyes. “What’s that?”

  “This…right here…” I moved my semi-erect dick within her. “Aint no mistake. I don’t give a fuck what you say. And you not just another bitch. It’s more to this story. So, Ion ever wanna hear you say that shit again.”

  Chapter 11

  Omari

  “Nigga, I’m faded,” Kells grinned, as he parked next to my rental car.

  Using both palms, I slid my hands down my face. “Hell yeah. Me too.”

  “And that’s why I don’t get why you just didn’t crash at the crib. You left the club, leaning. Then Daynah’s fine ass friend was p
ractically throwing you the pussy. But you still wanted me to drop you off at home. That aint like you,” he claimed.

  I shrugged him off. “Yeah, ole girl was straight, but I’m good, nigga. How many times I gotta tell you?”

  He squinted his eyes. “Let me find out.”

  “Find out, what?”

  “That you done got all wrapped into step-daughter, and can’t see beyond her.”

  I frowned. “Man, you tripping.”

  “Nah.” He shook his head. “That’s exactly what it is. You done fucked around, and got attached to that girl. So now, you running home to be up under her. You can’t even help yourself.”

  I chuckled, as I listened to him make a bunch of assumptions. “You sounding like one of these hoes, nigga. Thinking way too fucking hard.”

  “Nope. I’m just calling it like I see it. You switching up, but you can’t even see it.”

  “Shit, if anything, I aint holla at ole girl because my plate is full. In between Meeka’s annoying ass, and Skyy I barely got time to talk to the next hoe.”

  He snickered. “Why you aint include Mya in the equation? Aint she getting the majority of your time?”

  I stared straight ahead, refusing to entertain him. Yeah, she got most of my time. We both knew that, so there was no point in me reiterating that.

  “But let me ask you this,” he licked his lips.

  “What?” I glanced at him.

  “Where do you see this shit going with her? I mean, she’s your girlfriend’s daughter, and doing what yall doing can turn a lot people’s worlds upside down. You’on ever think about what would happen if Meeka ever found out? Cause I know that I’d be ready to kill ya ass.”

  I exhaled loudly. “Nigga, why you gotta go there at three in the damn morning?”

  “I’m just saying. That shit don’t ever cross your mind?” he pressed.

  “Honestly? I really don’t care…about getting caught. I mean, it wouldn’t be the end of the world for me. I’d just move on, but I know that wouldn’t be the case for Mya. That’s her mama, and I do think about that. And that’s the only reason I practice some form of restraint.”

  There was a brief silence that followed my statement, before Kells howled with laughter. “Fam, do you hear yourself? You practice restraint? Homie, you fucking ya bitch’s daughter. On a daily basis. Be all in public with her. Tricking your money on her. On the phone with her every other minute. But you practicing restraint? Get the fuck, nigga. If anything, you aint got no self-control. Can’t stop fucking with her if you tried.”

  “Fuck you,” I grumbled.

  “Don’t be mad at me. I aint the one got you tripping. Meeka gon fuck around and put a bullet in ya ass.”

  I shook my head. “She aint crazy.”

  “Alright, keep thinking like that. You can’t put nothing past anybody, especially after fucking over her the way that you doing. Bitch might just snap. Ever heard of a crime of passion?”

  I slid my tongue across my teeth. “And on that note, I’m gone.” I pushed the door open, before stepping out.

  “Yeah, run, nigga. Can’t stand to hear the truth. Tell wifey I said what’s up,” he grinned.

  I sucked my teeth. “Shit, I’m hoping like hell that Meeka’s ass is sleep.”

  He frowned. “Nah. I’m talking about Mya. I know you finna find a way to creep up under her.”

  “Fuck you.” I gave him the finger, before beginning my stroll down the sidewalk. “That nigga think he really know me. Talking about I aint got no restraint. Yeah, right.” I unconsciously walked to the back of our building, where Mya’s window was. Snapping to reality, I realized that I was about to do just as he’d predicted.

  I paused for a second, thinking about what Kells had just said. Was I getting in too deep with Mya? Was I really considering the consequences of my actions? “Nah, that nigga tripping,” I told myself. “I got everything under control, and I can leave her alone if shit gets too crazy. It’s that simple.” I tapped on her window.

  Mya knew the routine, so I was expecting her to open the window in any second. For a while now, after she’d close up in her room for the night, I’d climb through her window in the wee hours of the morning. Meeka would be under the impression that I was still out, while I’d be in the next room. She’d never come into Mya’s room through the night, but as a precaution, I’d installed a dead bolt on her door that Meeka was unaware of. Therefore, she could never technically walk in on us.

  “The fuck?” I mumbled, as I tapped a few more times, but got no response from Mya. “The fuck is she doing?” I whipped out my cell, and called her. Because Meeka still didn’t know that she had a phone, she kept her ringer off, but it was always close enough for her to hear the phone’s vibrations.

  After catching the voicemail three times, I frustratingly decided to walk around to the front door. Using my key, I unlocked the door, but it didn’t open. “Man, she can’t be fucking serious,” I groaned, knowing Meeka had locked the top lock.

  “Ooh, now you wanna come here?!” she shouted, as I heard her unlocking the door. “At damn near four in the morning.” She pulled the door open.

  I took a deep breath, as she stood before me in a silk robe. I could clearly see her curves, but after really paying attention it seemed like she’d aged quite a bit, since I’d met her. There were dark circles around her eyes, as if she was stressing, and she was significantly thinner.

  “Meeka,” I uttered, stepping into the apartment. “Please don’t start. I just wanna go to bed.”

  She slammed the door shut, giving no regards to the hour of night or the neighbors. “Oh, so today you wanna rest your head here? I thought that you was a zombie that never slept. You sure as hell never sleep here, anymore.”

  I frowned. “And you wonder why. Look at what’s greeting me at the door. You don’t get tired of arguing?”

  “Do you get tired of fucking these hoes every night?” she shot back.

  “Man,” I drawled, as I headed to the couch. Before I could sit down, I noticed Mya stepping out of the bathroom, telling me exactly why she didn’t open the window for me.

  “Mya, bring your ass here!” Meeka growled.

  “Huh?” Mya asked from the hallway.

  “I said come here!” Meeka screamed.

  Slowly, Mya tipped into the living room.

  “Why the fuck did your nasty ass leave them fucking dishes in my sink?” Meeka questioned.

  Mya frowned. “I was tired, and didn’t even eat here. So, I never went into the kitchen to know that there was dirty dishes.”

  “Well, you should’ve fucking looked!” Meeka barked, as the veins in her neck popped out. Figuring that since she was just now addressing this that meant that she was probably just pissed at me, and was taking her frustrations out on Mya.

  “Okay, can I wash them tomorrow? I’m sleepy,” Mya whined.

  “Hell, no. You gon wash them now! The fuck you think this is? Ya big lazy ass don’t do shit else.”

  “Meeka, is all that necessary? Why can’t you wash your own dishes? You the only one ate here,” I spoke up, as Mya ambled into the kitchen.

  “Omari, don’t talk to me about what’s necessary,” Meeka snapped. “What’s necessary for my so-called man? Shouldn’t it be necessary for you to bring your ass home at a decent hour?”

  “For what?” my scowl deepened. “To listen to you bitch or talk crazy to ya daughter? You think I be wanting to hear that shit?”

  “You think I give a fuck about what you wanna hear?!” Meeka belted, while banging on her bar. “You don’t think I get tired of this bullshit? Sleeping by myself at night makes me feel good, Omari? I come home from work, and you aint here. I go to bed. You aint here. And then this disobedient bitch can’t do the one fucking I thing I tell her. Keep my muthafuckin house clean! But you wanna talk about what you don’t wanna hear? Nigga, miss me.”

  “I didn’t know the dishes were in here!” Mya blurted with tears in her throat. I knew that voic
e from anywhere, and she was definitely on the verge of tears.

  Meeka spun around, and charged at her daughter. “Shut the fuck up! I’m tired of you talking back!” she pushed her into the icebox.

  “Ay, the fuck you doing?” I ran into the kitchen, before I realized what I was doing. “Keep your hands off that girl.” I yanked Meeka back.

  With her chest heaving up and down, Mya screeched, “I’m tired of this!” she then stormed out of the kitchen, and I literally had to hold Meeka back.

  “I’ma beat the shit out of that smart-mouth hoe!” Meeka seethed.

  “Meeka!” I barked. “Chill the fuck out! The fuck you bothering that girl for? The fuck is wrong with you?”

  “You don’t know how I feel,” she broke down crying, which was a first in front of me. “I try to be a good woman to you, and I’m just tried of feeling unappreciated. By you and my daughter. I swear she’s always the cause of my relationships ending. Some kind of way. She’s a sneaky hoe, Omari, and I just get so frustrated sometimes. With everything.”

  Even as I watched the tears escape her eyes, I couldn’t find an ounce of sympathy or compassion within me. Meeka was the most selfish bitch on the planet, and I was done with sparing her feelings. “Man, what type of fucked up shit is that to say about your own daughter?” I released her from my grasp.

  “What?” she asked, as a few more tears dropped from her eyes.

  “You heard me. You be saying some of the craziest shit, and you don’t even realize how fucked up you sound.”

  Her eyes lowered into slits. “Why do you constantly defend her? What, you want to fuck her? Has her fat ass sucked your dick?”

  “Wow,” I stressed, as I backed away from her. “Meeka, you out of sight. Let me get the fuck away from you, before I say something out of pocket.”

  “So now you leaving?” she ran after me. “Just like that?” she grabbed my shirt.

  “Get the fuck off me,” I growled, snatching my shirt back. Glaring at her, I gritted. “You’s a ignorant bitch, and I can’t be around you, right now.”