“Bitch,” she says, walkin’ up on me. “You ain’t gonna beat shit. But, if I catch you near my man again—”
Before she can get the rest of her words out, I run up on ’er and bash the bitch in ’er muthafuckin’ face.
“OHMIIIIIGOD,” CHANEL SAYS, PASSIN’ ME THE BLUNT, CRUISIN’ down Old Short Hills Road toward the Mall at Short Hills. After that incident back at the salon, a bitch needs to do a lil’ shoppin’, then get home and play in my pussy. Poppin’ that ho in ’er snot box got my snatch hot. “I’m so glad you shut that ho up. Took ya ass long enough. I was ’bout ready to bring it to ’er bubble head my damn self. But you delivered, boo. Broke that ho’s nose lovely.”
I open ’n close my swollen hand. “I think I sprained my hand fuckin’ wit’ that silly bitch.”
“Well, da ho got what she deserved.”
“I swear I didn’t wanna have’ta go there, but that ho kept tryna serve it up. So I had’a take ’er down.” After I hit that bitch in ’er mouth, she fell backward onto the counter and I pounced on that ass, splittin’ the side’a ’er face wit’ my 18-karat gold ’n platinum diamond and emerald Jean Schlumberger Pave X ring. It took Chanel and two other chicks to pull me off’a ’er. And the bitch was still poppin’ shit. Talkin’ ’bout how shit ain’t ova; that she’s gonna fuck me up the next time she sees me; just talkin’ a buncha off the wall shit that don’t mean me no neva mind. “I don’t know what da fuck is in da air. Seems like e’erywhere I turn some bitch is tryna serve me da extras.”
“Sounds like you a walkin’ magnet for drama these days.”
“Well’a bitch is tired. All I wanna do is fuckin’ chill; that’s it.”
“I hear you. So what da fuck was her deal?”
“Fuck if I know. Some disgruntled bitch Allstar”—Chanel’s nickname for Alex—“used to fuck wit’. He dumped ’er. Then da trick-nasty ho got all desperate and tried pinnin’ a brat on ’im. But da shit backfired on ’er ass, and came back not his.”
She cuts ’er eye ova at me. “You sure it ain’t his?”
“He said it’s not. Da nigga has no reason to lie to me. But, on some real shit, I don’t give’a fuck if it is or not. He’s not my man.”
“Mmmph, not yet,” she mumbles.
“Ho, I heard that. You actually think I’m tryna fuck wit’ a nigga who has hoes tryna get at me on some dumb shit? When you know me to be fightin’ a bitch ova some dick?”
She shakes ’er head. “I haven’t.”
“Exaaactly. And I’m tryna keep it like that.”
“I hear you. So how da fuck da bitch connect you to AllStar?” I tell ’er how she came up on ’im at the club, grindin’ ’er pussy all up on the back of ’im; how they went at it, and I walked off. “Mmmph. So, what’s up now, you axin’ da nigga?”
“Shit, after this, I need to.” I take another hit off the blunt, then pass it back to ’er. I pull out my cell as soon as it starts to ring. “Hol’ up…speakin’ of da nigga, this’s ’im now. Wassup?”
“Yo, what da fuck happened? All I heard was a buncha screamin’ ’n scufflin’ ’n shit, then ya phone went dead. Then, when I tried callin’ you back, it kept goin’ into ya voicemail.”
“What happened was ya bitch—”
“Yo, that’s not my bitch, so stop sayin’ that shit.”
“Whateva. I don’t give a fuck who she was to you. All I know is da bitch stepped to me tryin’ it on my time, poppin’ a buncha shit and I cracked ’er muthafuckin’ nose open.”
“How da fuck she know who you was?”
“From da club.”
“
I suck my teeth, feelin’ myself gettin’ aggravated wit’ this nigga. “Yeah, muhfucka, what otha club were we eva at together?”
“Yo, why you snappin’ on me?”
“Muhfucka, let me tell you sumthin’. I’m not wit’ bitches comin’ at me ’bout no muthafuckin’ nigga; especially one I ain’t fuckin’ on a regular, okay? And, right now, that whole situation gotta bitch real hot.”
“I feel you. But you actin’ like I caused da shit. I haven’t fucked wit’ that crazy bitch or seen ’er in over a year.”
“Whateva. All I know, I betta not catch that bitch again.”
“Yo, listen, fuck that bird. You aiight?”
“Yeah, I’m good, nigga. A bitch like me is gonna always be aiight. All that lil’ shit did is get my pussy wet.”
“Oh, word? You want me to come through and handle that for you?”
“Unless you comin’ through wit’ that bitch’s address, no thank you.”
“Damn, you’d rather have that crazy ho’s address instead of gettin’ a dose’a Daddy’s dick?”
“Nigga, fuck all that daddy shit. I want that bitch’s address.”
He lowers his voice. “And Daddy want some more’a that juicy pussy.”
“Nigga, get real. You ain’t my fuckin’ daddy.” Chanel cuts ’er eyes ova at me. I ig the ho.
“Yeah, aiight. Not yet.”
“Not eva, muhfucka.”
He laughs. “Yo, I can tell you fired up. And I ain’t tryna beef wit’ you, ma. I’m gettin’ ready to scoop my moms up and take ’er out to eat, so I’m hit you up later.”
“Bye, nigga. Have fun,” I tell ’em, takin’ the blunt from Chanel. I take two long pulls, then toss it outta the window. “And I still want that ho’s address.”
He laughs, but I’m dead-ass. I’m ready to stomp that bitch’s skull in for even thinkin’ she could step to me and bring it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
This nigga Alex and me are layin’ in bed; both starin’ up at the ceilin’ sweaty and breathin’ heavy, passin’ a blunt ’n back forth. We’ve been kinda in this zone for almost thirty minutes or so. I told myself I wasn’t gonna fuck ’im again, but I haven’t been able to keep the muhfucka outta my dome, so when he showed up here lookin’ ’n smellin’ all good, a bitch decided to fuck ’im, again—this time for the last time.
Meshell Ndegeocello’s playin’. I turn my head toward the nightstand, glance at the clock. This nigga’s been here laid up in my bed for over four hours, and we’ve fucked at least six different times. I can’t front. A bitch’s well- fucked.
I can’t lie. Lyin’ here wit’ this muhfucka feels…different. He’s the first nigga since Grant who I’ve actually chilled wit’. But I ain’t dumb wit’ it. I already know what it is. I’m usin’ the nigga, and I’m sure the nigga’s usin’ me. I take another pull from the blunt, then pass it back to ’im. I shift my body to face ’im. Take in his smooth, chiseled body, gaze at his dark nipples, then allow my eyes to travel down to the ripples of muscle that become his stomach. “This nigga’s trouble,” I keep tellin’ myself. “You have no business fuckin’ wit’ his ass.”
