by Belleza
I stopped at my door and struggled to send a message back.
Me: I didn’t know I was expected to be there.
Asahd: I’m coming to get you.
With a crooked grin, I rolled my eyes to the top of my head and proceeded to my front door. When I glanced up I was met with the same hazel green eyes that used to make my heart race, but at the moment had it turn cold as I shot an icy glare his way. Josh had this Cheshire cat smile on his face even though I was visibly disturbed by his presence.
Just as I expected he seem like he didn't miss a beat being locked up for months. He looked fresh with a pair of jeans I was sure were very expensive, a red Supreme hoodie was on his torso and he made sure to show off his gold Cuban link chain and watch on his wrist. As freezing as it was outside, he just had to show something off which is why he didn’t have on a damn coat. Why didn’t I realize how corny he was until now?
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“You’re not happy to see me?” He lifted his hands and circled me like a vulture eyeing down its prey.
“Not at all.”
“I bet, I heard about you and Asahd. You fucking him now? It didn’t take you long at all to become a fucking hoe. Well I’m home now, and whatever you and that nigga got going on is dead.”
“Actually, me and you,” I shot back pointing between the both of us, “Is dead. You can have Shayla and your baby that I’m sure is due pretty soon. I’m tired of you. Every time something doesn’t go your way, I’m a hoe and everything else under the fucking sun. I can’t believe I even wasted my damn time with you.”
“That ain’t my baby and what you expect me to say if you hopping from one dick to the next as soon as I’m locked up?”
All I could do was laugh because he just did not understand. In his twisted ass mind, I was wrong and he was right when majority of the issues I faced was because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants. I was done entertaining him and was glad I was given the opportunity to break things off with him face to face although I checked out a long time ago.
“Either way, I don’t care. Enjoy your life, Joshua.”
I went to step inside of my apartment building and he grabbed my arm.
“Tell me you don’t want to be with me anymore.”
I furrowed my eyebrows confused as fuck because I made it clear that I didn't’ want to be with him.
“Tell me!” he said with his fist balled up at his side.
“I. DON’T. WANT. TO. BE. WITH. YOU.”
“Bitch, I should smack the shit out of you,” he barked lunging at me, but a fist collided so hard to the side of his face he went down to the ground like Jenga pieces.
I jumped back and wasn’t shocked to see it was Asahd. He stepped over Joshua like litter on the street and held the door open motioning for me to walk inside of the building. I made my way up the stairs and went to the mailbox to get the mail out. My head snapped in Asahd’s direction when I saw him unlocking my front door.
“Where the hell you get a key to my apartment from?”
“I have connections.”
“Connections to invade my privacy?” I quizzed stepping in behind him and locking my front door.
“Ain’t nothing private between us. You should’ve figured that out by now.”
Asahd stopped in his tracks, and took my books from my hand and placed them on the table. I took my coat off, and placed it on the chair and then slipped out of my Uggs.
“What’s up with you and main man?” he asked.
“Nothing is up. I didn’t expect him to be over here or even out of jail. You can’t go around hitting people in the face like that either.”
“I did it and you see ain’t shit happened,” he responded taking a seat on the sofa after he made himself comfortable as well. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, and glanced at the screen and placed it down on the coffee table. I happened to look at it and saw Nina’s name lighted up on the screen. I curled my lip up at the thought of him still dealing with her.
No, Asahd and I weren’t official, but I was bothered at the thought of him possibly messing with another woman.
“You want anything?” I asked heading to the kitchen for a bottle of sweet tea.
“Yeah, you,” he said back cutting on the TV. From where I stood, I shot him a look and he had a wide smile on his face, which was causing my lips to defy me.
Asahd was too sexy to stay mad at.
After getting my tea, I went back to thensofa and his phone was buzzing on my coffee table this time with another woman’s name.
“You can answer that,” I informed him in an annoyed tone.
“For what?”
“All these bitches are calling you for a reason. Don’t avoid them because you’re with me.”
“I haven’t spoken to any of these bitches, so why would I answer their call now? Wouldn’t that be disrespectful?”
“Seems like you have something to hide.”
Asahd reached over and answered the phone for Tiffany that was on his line. After accepting the call, he put it on speaker and I stared at the TV screen trying to act as if I was unfazed by him speaking to another woman. The ice-cold sweet tea I had did nothing to cool me off.
“Yo…”
“Hey boo, where you been hiding?”
“I’m around.”
“She misses you…”
So much for minding my damn business because I broke my neck to see what the fuck she was talking about.
“Oh.”
“When can I get some dick?”
“When you find another nigga to give you some.”
She laughed. “Stop playing Asahd… I want your dick.”
“This dick belongs to my girl.”
Then there was silence. “Since when? Who’s your girl?”
Asahd ended the call and tossed the phone back on the table.
“Who’s your girl?” I snapped.
“You are. I ain’t getting the pussy, but I’ve been chilling just because I am digging your ass. Don’t fuck this up because I’m doing something I’ve never done before.”
“When did we establish this?”
“What’s understood doesn’t need to be explained. What I was supposed to ask you to be with me? Is that how it works?”
“Yes, asshole.”
“Oh. Well this shit is different. You got me punching niggas and shit for you. I still can’t believe that’s the nigga you were fucking with.”
“You know him?”
“Know of him. I wouldn’t dare have a nigga like him in my circle.”
“So am I supposed to slap bitches that’s calling your phone?”
“I wouldn’t even put you in no position to have to do that. They’re calling because they’re used to being in rotation. I haven’t hit any of them up in a while trying to do this new shit with you.”
Asahd pulled me onto his lap and stared into my face. “I didn’t agree to be with you. You see what I went through with him; I’m not trying to go through that shit with you. From what I see, it may be ten times worst.”
“I ain’t that nigga, Mill. I’m a man of my word and if I tell you, you got me, then you got me. If I didn’t take you serious I damn sure wouldn’t have a key to your place.”
“A key I didn’t give to you,” I added.
“Fuck all that… tell me you belong to me,” he demanded hooking his hand under my chin and bringing my face closer to his.
Before I could even protest, his lips crashed into mine and I moaned as our tongues danced with each other. To not have kissed anyone, Asahd wasn’t bad at all. I closed my eyes and savored the feel of his soft lips and his hands trailing my body.
Even if I wanted to lie and say I wasn’t his, I couldn't. He made sure of that with the way he pulled me under his spell.
I only had on sweats so I felt his dick swelling under me as we kissed shared an intense kiss. I was on a drought and if what he was saying was true about not dealing with the slew of wo
men he had I’m sure he was too.
He gripped the bottom of my shirt, and pulled it over my head and unsnapped my bra allowing my breasts to spill out freely. My mouth opened up and my head fell back as he covered my breast with his mouth circling his tongue around my hardened nipple.
“Mmmmmm,” I moaned grinding into his lap.
His large hands massaged every inch of my body as he latched onto my buds like a newborn baby. After kissing and sucking on my breasts, he tapped my leg and told me to get up.
I stood to my feet and watched him as he unbuckled his pants and worked them down his thighs. “Take those off,” he instructed me.
I did as he said and almost fainted when I saw his dick standing up tall. Just from looking, I wondered if it would even fit inside of me. I was scared and turned on at the same time. He took a condom out of his pocket and tore it between his teeth and then rolled it down his chocolate shaft.
I didn’t move until he reached over and pulled me back to him. I placed my knees on each side of him. My body shivered when his bulbous tip glided at my opening. I sucked in a sharp breath when he pushed upward and a shooting pain surged through my body.
“You tight as fuck, baby…” he panted placing a quick kiss on my lips. “You gotta work with me, not against me.”
I pursed my lips and swiveled my hips to get my body adjusted to the tip thinking if he got that in the pain afterwards shouldn’t be that bad.
Asahd coached me centimeter by centimeter pushing up a little as I moved down ripping me open like I was a virgin. Our lips pressed together muffled my screams and I felt a rush once he was in.
Now a little more confident, I arched my back and bounced up and down his length and Asahd held onto my waist letting me take full control. So much for him saying I belonged to him because the way he was grunting and slapping on my ass it was clear he knew exactly whom he belonged to.
ASAHD
I couldn’t remember the last time I slept in a full size bed, but my body was stiff as shit. Realizing I was in the bed alone, I rolled over and stretched my body glancing at Camille racing around her tiny bedroom dressed down in a pale pink button shirt and tan dress pants that hugged her petite frame in all the right places.
I adjusted my body diagonally across the bed and bunched up her pillows under my head ready to get a few more hours in because I was sure it was too fucking early for me to be up. I wasn’t a morning person at all. I normally don't get up until well into the afternoon.
We were up all night and I took full advantage of the fact I was in a drought for a good couple of weeks just because I was feeling this girl. Trust me it was worth the wait. As timid as I thought Camille was, she was the complete opposite and handled the dick like a champ had me calling out her name and shit. I had intentions on redeeming myself once we got up, but she was up and scrambling around as if the world was coming to an end.
“Where you going?” I asked her.
“I have a lesson plan to teach today and I have exactly twenty minutes to get there.”
“You can’t do it another day? What time is it? It’s early as fuck.”
“This isn’t optional. It’s a requirement to graduate and teach in Pennsylvania.”
“Well that was irresponsible of you to be having sex all night knowing you had to get the hell up.”
I peeked one of my eyes open and Camille was shooting daggers at me. She walked over to the stack of mail that was on her dresser, flipped through the paperwork, and placed it on my chest. I lifted it and read over it.
“You don’t gotta worry about this shit,” I told her to throwing the court summons to the side of me. It was the case between her and Shayla, which I had to handle ASAP
“You said that a few weeks ago and now I gotta show up to court.”
“Have some faith in your man. Come here.” Camille walked over to me and sat next to me.
“You’re my man now?”
“Don’t make me get out this bed,” I threatened her and she managed to laugh and leaned over. “I told you I got you. The only thing you need to worry about is teaching that damn lesson and giving me some more pussy later on.”
“I need a break. I’m sore as fuck,” she whined. “I don’t know how I’m going to stand in front of a group of students with this ache in between my legs.”
“That means I did good right?” I cheesed, and she smirked mooshing me in my head. “What time you should be finished?”
“I’m not sure. They’re having a luncheon when I finished, and KeKe wanted me to come over.”
“Cool, so I should be expecting you at my house and in my bed naked?”
“Is that all that you think about?”
“Man, I’m a fiend, and I’m only hitting you so I’ma be in that every chance I can.”
“It just better be only me Asahd. I’m not going through the same shit I went through with Joshua again.
Camille had a serious look on her face, and I moved her away from me and turned over. I don’t know who she was threatening but that she had me rocking up.
“We got time for a quickie?” and she jumped up giggling when I tried to reach for her.
“I’m not messing around with you, Asahd. I’ll see you later.” She grabbed this big ass bag along with her keys and was out the room.
I slept for another three hours before I actually got up and slipped on my clothes to head to my crib to handle my hygiene and throw on clean clothes. I hit Zayne’s line to see what he was up to and he told me he was at the warehouse. Since he was handling business, I had time to live up to my word and see what was up with Shayla.
I hit up an old friend I knew that was from Shayla’s hood, and told her that I needed her and her sister’s help. Tatty ain’t ask no questions and knew what it was hitting for when I called her up. She came from a house full of females; sisters, aunts, and cousins and they beat bitches asses all day for a living. They knew when I called I paid well, so they jumped whenever I said so. I gave her Shayla’s address and told her I should be there in about twenty minutes.
Just as I expected I saw Tatty and her three sisters standing at the corner store. When they saw me riding past in my Porsche, Tatty threw her hands up and I honked my horn riding past and parked right in from of Shayla’s crib.
This was a matter that had to be handled and it was just my luck Shayla was walking out of her house with her friend I was sure involved in jumping Camille.
“Just the person I was looking for,” I spoke and Shayla turned around with a smile on her face.
“Hey Asahd,” she sung. “What brings you around here?” She sat her hands on her hips and poked her hip out more than likely trying to entice me, but Shayla would never get a chance to even put her lips near my dick.
“When is that court date?” I asked placing my foot on her step and leaning on her handrail.
“Did you ask your little girlfriend? I’m sure she knows.”
I nodded my hand and chortled a little. “I’m asking you though. When is the court date?”
Shayla opened her mouth and closed it once Tatty and her sisters surrounded me. They had a few brawls so the tension was in the air.
“Oh shit…” Kitty mumbled eyeing the group of girls.
“When is the court date?” I asked again.
Shayla was still pregnant which was the only reason why Tatty ain’t snatch her off the steps, but that left Kitty as fair game and they began to fuck her up. I didn’t move an inch and Shayla stood in shock as her friend got her ass beat.
I snapped my fingers at her and she looked my way. “Do I gotta ask you again?”
“There isn’t no court date,” she said through clenched teeth. I finally had a smile on my face because that was easier than what I expected.
“Cool.”
And just like that Tatty and her cousins stopped jumping Kitty and headed back up the street to go where they had to go. They were going to get their money dropped off in a few minutes from a runner I hit up.
***
“What’s going on?” Zayne questioned me, and I shrugged my shoulders walking further into the warehouse where he was seated behind a desk watching money run through a counter.
“Ain’t shit. Just been running the streets.”
“Hitting niggas and getting their baby mama’s fucked up.”
I laughed. Word traveled fast as shit. “Nobody ain’t touch Shayla yet.”
“What about Joshua? Yeda ain’t trying to put him on until we give him the green light that he’s cool.”
“That shit is on Yeda. The little nigga can’t stay out of jail. Ain’t no hard feelings over here. I got Camille now and if he understands that he can still get money.”
“So why you hit him.”
“I walked up, and he told her he was going to smack her after she told him she ain’t want to be with him. I wasn’t going to just let him threaten my girl.”
“Something is wrong with you,” Zayne shook his head.
“We been established that, but you good? I see you finally out the house.”
I took a seat in front of the desk and he stopped the machine and banded up the stack of twenties.
“Give me a second,” he told the workers that were in the room with us. They all got up and cleared out of the room and Zayne sighed running his hands down his face.
“Naa told me some shit forcing me to almost kill Qwinae.”
“That you ain’t Naa’s father. You think she’s bluffing? That shit been on my mind and I know Naa probably ain’t let the shit go.”
“She don’t ask about it anymore. I just don’t know what to do or what to think. Qwinae claimed she had a weak moment and not 100% sure who’s the father.”
“So it ain’t between you and another nigga? It’s you and a bunch of other men?” Zayne nodded his head, and I shook mine. That was fucked up because on the outside looking in you would swear Qwinae worshipped the ground he walked on.